<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:01:27.519+08:00</updated><category term='im famous bitch'/><category term='supernatural season 3'/><category term='turkey turkiye'/><category term='sad'/><category term='double devastation dd'/><category term='ayun terpaksa dipaksa kene paksa aiman first blog'/><category term='fuck you fuck me'/><category term='rayuan rayu results ? mohe uitm'/><category term='html help fucked up bored u suck'/><title type='text'>I have a feeling that your name is not aiman.</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging isn't my thing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-3189586131835658085</id><published>2009-08-01T05:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:08:56.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Tight Pants Gotta Do With Sperm Count Dude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so I heard the 'in' thing now in the stereotype world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indie&lt;/span&gt;. Half-folded, long-sleeved, checkered shirt with tight skinny-fit black pants. Medium-long hair that covers half of their eyes and listens to indie-music. Well I listen to indie music since I was like 15? That's like 4 years ago but I do not consider myself an Indie. I'm not even listed in any stereotypes, haha so don't label me. I love everything about this indie thing, everything except skinny-fit pants. Well i loved them, but now I don't because it is one of the main reason why men are infertile. Yes, you heard me. Skinny-fit tight pants are able to make you infertile. Why? Because you gotta make some room for your doodle dudes. They need to breathe too. It becomes warm and not suitable for the sperm to live. Wear a pair of boxers instead of a tight underwear or (spender) that's what you call in malaysia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun Fact: &lt;/span&gt;A scrotum (the bag that contains your testicles) needs around 2-degree celsius lower than the body temperature, that's 36 degrees, higher than that might disrupts your sperm count, eventually infertile. Putting your laptop on your erm ironically your lap might lead to infertility too. However, women have a higher percentage of infertility than men due to other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tight Pants make you:&lt;/span&gt; Look good but might lose your sperm count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-3189586131835658085?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/3189586131835658085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=3189586131835658085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3189586131835658085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3189586131835658085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-does-tight-pants-gotta-do-with.html' title='What Does Tight Pants Gotta Do With Sperm Count Dude?'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-8031013188281292519</id><published>2009-08-01T04:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:10:19.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol; Behind The Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard my friend saying a couple of times that alcoholic drinks and cigarettes are the main contributers to the government with alcohol on the #1 spot. I also thought of hearing him saying that we got the biggest alcoholic drink production factory in the world?? Really? I find it hard to believe the latter but the formal is quite true. You see, it made me realise that if alcohol is the country's main contributor which is obviously from a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haram&lt;/span&gt; source of profit AND they pay government servants with this source of income, that means goverment servants are getting monthly income from a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haram &lt;/span&gt;source. Is that it? If so, I would consider myself on working private sectors hopefully with no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haram&lt;/span&gt; source of profits. OK if alcohol is not the main contributor, it still grows a little income for the government. What do you think? Please leave some comments if you beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun Fact for ya:&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia ranked 10th in the world in alcohol consumption. Seriously what? Melayu....hmmm. I hate drinkers and smokers. Seriously you guys think your cool? Okay smokers are still acceptable, but alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol makes you:&lt;/span&gt; Drunk, do stupid stuffs like flashing your stuff (haha), have big tummy that ur naval pops out, drink drive n dead, 40 days of unacceptable solat (15th time n u'll never smell heaven ever!). Nxt time when you grab a bottle, think of hell. Gotta fight satan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-8031013188281292519?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/8031013188281292519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=8031013188281292519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/8031013188281292519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/8031013188281292519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/08/alcohol-behind-scenes.html' title='Alcohol; Behind The Scenes'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-1498593715833345625</id><published>2009-08-01T03:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T05:37:23.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shisha//Cigarettes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.egyptgiftshop.com/images/crystals/cr02_shisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.egyptgiftshop.com/images/crystals/cr02_shisha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shisha is believed by many a safer way of smoking and causes less health risks. I call it a fancy way of smoking, hehe. Results have shown that it is just as dangerous as smoking. The fragrant flavours contains 3500 types of chemicals. Around 200 are toxics and 43 are carcinogenic. Thing is, non-smokers out there think it's cool as in there are no health risks involve. There are traces of tobacco and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOTINE&lt;/span&gt;. The use of water as a filtration system is a lie. Well maybe not, perhaps back in the old days they thought so. Recent studies states that toxics chemicals and nicotine will just pass through the water because simply they are not water-soluble. You can't blame them, they are quite addictive. Im a non-smoker, I even curse at people who smoke. There is this one time I had this minor abstinence against shisha and it only lasted for about 10 minutes, awwh the smell the flavour. It was awesome. I can't take it anymore. Grabbed the damn pipe and sucked it in. I'm still new to this and yet I'm hooked. My 1st experience with shisha; I felt like i was high. My head hurts and I almost puke. Probably a way of my healthy lungs saying no :D. I tried smoking to know how it tastes like many many times and I'm not even tempted to try it once more. Probably it was a pack of cheap cigarettes. From my experience, you will get hooked to the shisha or (hookah) that's what they call it than cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is your choice. You control your life, everytime you inhale you will only be 4 minutes closer to death. Oh in case you're wondering, I don't do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt; alcohol. NEVER want to know how it tastes like. My sister said that it smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoking these makes you:&lt;/span&gt; Bad breath, uncharming smile, husky voice? (it's a lie), dark lips, premature aging (read men's health) , cancer-related diseases, makes u grow hair on ur back, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFERTILE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-1498593715833345625?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/1498593715833345625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=1498593715833345625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/1498593715833345625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/1498593715833345625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/08/shisha.html' title='Shisha//Cigarettes?'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-2777525557593898106</id><published>2009-03-21T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:56:42.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiat 500</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alister.sketchut.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/070321_f_500_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 217px;" src="http://alister.sketchut.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/070321_f_500_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alister.sketchut.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/070321_f_500_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 248px;" src="http://alister.sketchut.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/070321_f_500_06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was reading through the morning papers in the crack of noon, I came over a car ad and at that exact moment i fell in love with it. It's a FIAT 500, it is red-white interiored, and it's a handsome car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-2777525557593898106?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/2777525557593898106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=2777525557593898106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2777525557593898106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2777525557593898106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-i-was-reading-through-morning-papers.html' title='Fiat 500'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-7357711838292189102</id><published>2009-01-26T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:00:42.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SXyXW6tmhEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S5evuG3RpTg/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SXyXW6tmhEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S5evuG3RpTg/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295273681854301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ok I'm stucked at this level coz I'm required to sing a lullaby for this fucking ghost's child in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, I don't wanna sound like an idiot upstairs with the lights off humming by myself. My brother's gonna laugh at me. Maybe tomorrow night. So far, worthy to be played! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-7357711838292189102?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/7357711838292189102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=7357711838292189102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7357711838292189102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7357711838292189102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ok-im-stucked-at-this-level-coz-im.html' title=''/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SXyXW6tmhEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S5evuG3RpTg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-4326792441379195771</id><published>2009-01-26T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:32:03.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel 626: Can You Survive The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8280/capture1pb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 278px;" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8280/capture1pb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Iman's bro, Muhammad told me about this new online game, Hotel 626. He said I should try it. I haven't tried it yet but I've read reviews about this game that it is really scary. My 1st impressions were they really did a great job on the graphics and scary environment. And to make it scarier this game can only be played between 6am-6pm. So I'm off for it. You should too. And starting from tonight, no one can interfere me except my new gal and this game. HA HA. Wish me luck. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-4326792441379195771?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/4326792441379195771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=4326792441379195771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/4326792441379195771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/4326792441379195771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotel-626.html' title='Hotel 626: Can You Survive The Night'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-628130621787599707</id><published>2009-01-23T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:31:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissa, ada apa dengan 14hb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is this girl. At first, I thought she's like this girl who you don't wanna mess with. And to her, I am this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sombong &lt;/span&gt;dude who don't talk to girls. Turns out both of us are completely wrong when we were officially met at the library about a week before the final exam. We talked a lot, teases about each other and exchanged our numbers. I don't know about her but i secretly had a rather confused crush on her. Do I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;her? Because I kept thinking about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; every night before sleep during the week and really can't wait to go to the library again with her on the next day. And there goes the finals. During sem break, we still contacted each other and I know a lot more about her. 2nd sem opened, we met each other again. Texted her quite frequently until one night, one of the most amazing nights ever which I didn't get enough sleep feeling really glad, she confessed her feelings. I 'm like the happiest man in the house to hear those three words coming from her, "I love you", and then I replied, "I love you too", without thinking of the consequences. At this state I'm still confused. I said to myself, "Dude, do I really love her?, WTF did i just do". And then another text msg came in. She said "I love you, please don't let me down". Ofcourse I was freaking out, because Im still confused of my feelings status towards her. Heh! She is like this really sweet girl that you just don't wanna break her heart. You know what, I just got along with her and see if god hates me or not. Fortunately, things are finally picking up for me after a few hangouts, walking back with her after classes and a visit to the 'lubuk puaka' at our uni. And now I dare to say, I LOVE HER! whoot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-628130621787599707?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/628130621787599707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=628130621787599707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/628130621787599707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/628130621787599707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/01/ada-apa-dengan-14hb.html' title='Nissa, ada apa dengan 14hb?'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-2927035208061755943</id><published>2009-01-01T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:33:26.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;31st dec 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanged out at KLCC.&lt;/span&gt; Watched a movie called THE SPIRIT. And the movie sucks ass. 3 out 10 stars. The 3 stars are only for the famous Frank Miller trademark movie style. You know like the Kasabian's Shoot The Runner videoclip. We should've gone for  Bedtime Stories instead. Worse, there was a couple of chinese laughing out fucking loud on fighting scenes, intimate scenes and the oh so not funny part. I think they broke the world guiness record for the most laughs in cinema. Enough of the cinema part, next up topshop. While I was looking at some shirts which I can't afford, a girl asked to come over to her. At that moment, there are 2 things playing in mind. #1 She thinks Imma worker there or #2 Asks for my number ( haha. but hey, she whispered. What else would a guy thinks ), number 1 happens all the time every year. Turned out she was asking about my friend. I was like, awwww ciput! And again i thought she was gonna ask for his number, instead she wondered what is the size my friend's shirt because she wanted to buy a shirt for her boyfriend. My friend pissed because that girl doubted him for wearing a size 's' shirt. Yeah he's a bit berisi, but still looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way home.&lt;/span&gt; no taxi want to take us home at the KJ LRT station. You know the situation there. Fucking machas. At home I made myself proud for being able to tune the guitar har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-2927035208061755943?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/2927035208061755943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=2927035208061755943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2927035208061755943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2927035208061755943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-6245327038115984516</id><published>2008-12-17T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:14:48.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpC1K6KZzNA/R0dTu0E2NxI/AAAAAAAALho/X_-iEolPxAk/s400/Live_Shit_Binge_And_Purge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 329px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpC1K6KZzNA/R0dTu0E2NxI/AAAAAAAALho/X_-iEolPxAk/s400/Live_Shit_Binge_And_Purge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before this i thought metallica is like an OK band. And ppl wearing metallica shirts are posers. Including my sister. Until a few days ago i went to Melaka fr a family holiday with my paternal families. i went there with my cousins ride, looks like a pick-up truck but it was rly coool! Turned out he's a huge metallica fan. He's got all the albums plus lots of other classic rock albums in his car. He played an album called live shit: binge and purge. Dude, they just sound better live. Master of Puppets (live) is my fav song frm now on. Bob Marley, and Black Sabbath just sounds better than i heard them before. Well,i guess this is just temporary. Maybe I'm into it just coz in a mood fr it. It'll go soon. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit my cousin said this album is expensive and very rare.&lt;br /&gt;Wow i guess metal genre runs in the family. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-6245327038115984516?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/6245327038115984516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=6245327038115984516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6245327038115984516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6245327038115984516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-this-i-thought-metallica-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpC1K6KZzNA/R0dTu0E2NxI/AAAAAAAALho/X_-iEolPxAk/s72-c/Live_Shit_Binge_And_Purge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-7629379264986629696</id><published>2008-12-07T00:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:32:56.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.books-about-california.com/Images/Sculpture_and_Mural/The_Thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.books-about-california.com/Images/Sculpture_and_Mural/The_Thinker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aiman the philosopher-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something I came across while playing monopoly. The word 'MONOPOLY' actually contains both 'MONO' and 'POLY' which literally means one and many respectively. One and many in a word. Get it? How the the hell did i discovered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, actually there are a lot others but i can't recall. The words 'AWESOME' and 'AWFUL' are both literally mean the complete opposite. But the thing is, how come 'AWESOME' which is AWE SOME&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as in &lt;/span&gt;SOME (little amount), is used to describe the upmost greatness of a certain subject, while AWE FUL as in FULL (full amount), is used to describe the negative value of a certain subject? Get it? English is weird. Maybe the dudes back then awwwed at something great, but awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwed at something not great. Or maybe it's not a dude? A chick maybe? Ok, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, here's one. INSANE. When someone is normal and not crazy, we call them SANE. But if they're crazy and not normal, why not we call them NOT SANE instead of INSANE as in he's IN a period of SANE which is normal? Get it?&lt;br /&gt;(Few seconds later)...Erm i think I know why, but i don't need to state it here coz i reckon all of you would knew it right away. Shit, i swear it was a last minute. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-7629379264986629696?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/7629379264986629696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=7629379264986629696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7629379264986629696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7629379264986629696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-it.html' title='Get It?'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-3593236375874608947</id><published>2008-12-06T22:28:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:27:36.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On The WWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sedar tak sedar ramai orang sekarang dah start blogging. Bagai cendawan tumbuh selepas hujan. Hehe. It's the social networking trend i guess. First, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;, i remembered the 1st time i signed up for friendster. Reminds me of a really amazing girl i met there, and also lots of other great people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Frankly speaking, that girl is also the reason i speak better english, and i learned new words too! eg. curfew and xoxo (haha). I'm not that great, but better. And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that's where i started really making friends with people. That explains the few-ness number of friends I have :D And yeah i gotta admit i also received a lot of friend's requests and declined/deleted some of them. haha. Who cares i deleted my account anyway, which i regret doing so coz there were a lot testimonials that i love that makes me reminisce about the past throughout my whole life, yet. Best part of my life i guess because there was her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gotta tell you, the best social networking site back then. I wasn't really plan to sign up for it but my friend said my old crush was there, so, WHY NOT?! Hehe. turned out my friend was being an ass. Terima kasih, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanif Hilmi&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I remembered everyone was being a bitch by not telling me how to edit my profile. Everyone was like srry ah bro, member aku bwatkan. Everyone except a f1 girl called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; of KRS. I assume many of you sri permatatiataians(wtv) knows her. So yeah my 1st layout had a plankton of spongebob background, all red, and a cheesy headline that says 'welcome to hell'. Masa tu baru nk up, sorry :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, i don't understand html. But after i misclicked a thing called view source, poof. Study gile mcm professor. Moments later, i am a master of hypertext-markup language. I know what it stands for and i'm not even taking IT. I was a total nerd. I was into html's and photoshop. Bil pon naik sbab guna dial-up. Hehe. Myspace is also the reason i'm into this indie-rock/hardcore/punk/emo stuff. Yeah i remembered i was really influenced by My Chemical Romance. I gotta tell you the 1st album was theee besttt! During friendster period i was into mario winans, michelle branch, silverchair, creed arghhh! haha anyway they're all great and i still listen to them. Back to the HTML part. I was so great in it that i designed my myspace just by using photoshop and imageready and ofcourse the good old notepad. haha! Yes! I am bragging here. :D And yeah i also met a whole bunch of new people like the juniors in SP and also a girl from Sri Aman. She's cool and friendly. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khairunnisa'&lt;/span&gt; or simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayun&lt;/span&gt; .And she's the 1st person ever that i talked to on phone til my fresh 30+ bux credit finished. I'm not really good at talking long hours but wow i'm amazed. Ok this thing about myspace doesn't seem to end. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facebook. &lt;/span&gt;Whoa! I thought nothing tops myspace. Obviously i signed up and on the 1st day i super-poked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syahaneez&lt;/span&gt; for, idk 1000 times? Ntah btol ke x. hehe. Until now im using facebook. However, i started to think that i do not enjoy social networking anymore. probably because i switched computer which led to lost of files and ofcourse SPM. I didn't perform well anyway and it's ed board's fault! Nahh i'm just kidding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I'm bored i usually  watch videos or read people's blogs especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katin's. &lt;/span&gt;Her blog made me thought of something. Blogging? Mcm best je. But no, i'm too lazy for that stuff plus i don't have a life to talk about, duhh! haha. Some time after that, ayun talked me out into getting a blog. So i made one. And there you go this is my blog until now. It's not much but it is a blog. So i'm blogging right now. Blogging to me is like an abstinence. I managed not to do other lame stuffs. Perhaps, i might improve my writing but this is so not the type of writing that i wish for. Hehe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Alright, i think I'm done. I still don't get how this blogger works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-3593236375874608947?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/3593236375874608947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=3593236375874608947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3593236375874608947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3593236375874608947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/12/sedar-tak-sedar-ramai-orang-sekarang.html' title='Life On The WWW'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-7904972874803069668</id><published>2008-11-08T19:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:23:32.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say i look like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an Indian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;There was this foreigner approached me at an LRT station and asked me for some money to get back to some college because he "doesn't" have any money left. Yeah right. Had a little unpleasant chat with him and he said I looked like an indian because I'm tall?? however I said I do not have any money and politely excused myself from him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry. I should have grab some snickers (haha know what i mean? ok that wasn't funny) instead of buying a nasi goreng at a mamak stall at my place. I went to Hatija Maju to get the nasi goreng and when a worker there served me, he was speaking in INDIAN!! ARGH! IN-fucking-DIAN. FUCK you server. I really put myself low after that, ermm not really. :D Okay maybe I'm just dark, that's all. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noh Hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;After finished buying something from WH in OU with Katin and Iman, we met Katin's friend. I forgot his name, he's a small guy with a big mouth who doesn't have the term PENAT BERCAKAP in his dictionary. Haha. Anyway, after I shooked hands with him, he said I looked like Noh when he was small. I was like who's Noh. And then I remembered something. Noh Hujan! Maybe it's because of my hair. I never really made my hair look like his, but it's 100% natural baby. Medium-long straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;My classmate ceaselessly calling me Noh. Then sings Pagi yang gelap. The reason, MY HAIR! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 situation&lt;br /&gt;Katin and Iman said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I smile I look like Nick Cannon. Once again I do not know who these guys are. When I got home I googled it. I found out that Nick Cannon is a black guy who got married to Mariah Carey.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cannon and Indian. Something in common there.&lt;br /&gt;Hujan. Totally different than the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I have a Nick Cannon's face with an Indian dark skin with Noh Hujan's hair? I'd rather just kill myself. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No racial issues here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.mygen.co.uk/index.php?page=profiles&amp;amp;action=poll&amp;amp;id=31396" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(238, 34, 102); width: auto;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: rgb(68, 34, 34); color: rgb(204, 34, 68);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you agree with...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(204, 34, 68);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="1" type="radio"&gt; - indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="2" type="radio"&gt; - Nick Cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="3" type="radio"&gt; - Noh Hujan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="4" type="radio"&gt; - Disagrees all above. Yes your are my true friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;input style="color: black;" value="You better pick the right answer!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygen.co.uk/index.php?page=profiles&amp;amp;action=poll&amp;amp;id=31396"&gt;View Results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: rgb(68, 34, 34); color: rgb(204, 34, 68); font-size: 9px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-7904972874803069668?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/7904972874803069668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=7904972874803069668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7904972874803069668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/7904972874803069668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-say-i-look-like.html' title='They say i look like...'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-5816969619031623903</id><published>2008-11-07T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:16:19.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 must do's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I must ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gain weight&lt;br /&gt;2. get some money&lt;br /&gt;3. to get a licence&lt;br /&gt;4. get some money again. wait let me rephrase that, get A LOT of money.&lt;br /&gt;5. to buy a car. wohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-5816969619031623903?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/5816969619031623903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=5816969619031623903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/5816969619031623903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/5816969619031623903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-must-dos.html' title='5 must do&apos;s'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-3939993898271885979</id><published>2008-10-27T02:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:12:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So 2 weeks back I don't really feel like going home on that friday. With my door locked, the keys inside and all. I'm all tired. So cancelled my plan to go home. Despite all that, I still went home the next day. As soon as I got in the car, my dad said my sister's going to get engage today this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was like "?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...and the next day my other sister engaged. Wth? No one even told me about that. Luckily, it was just a light and simple engagement for both of my sisters. Just their parents and them attended the engagement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was going as my mother planned. Alhamdulillah. FYI, I do not come from some filthy rich family. We just do not have the money. Anyways, everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day is still yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on next year's december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be a DOUBLE WEDDING. Hah! How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;My sister even messaged OPRAH to sponsor their wedding. haha!&lt;br /&gt;If Oprah agrees, well you figure that one out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-3939993898271885979?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/3939993898271885979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=3939993898271885979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3939993898271885979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3939993898271885979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-2-weeks-back-i-dont-really-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-261201244902240516</id><published>2008-10-27T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:25:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been hating chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;The Blues? Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and today they were defeated by liverpool at their own pitch. like ZOMG! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;, chelsea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;, Liverpool would like to take the #1 spot, right now.  :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-261201244902240516?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/261201244902240516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=261201244902240516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/261201244902240516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/261201244902240516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-always-been-hating-chelsea.html' title=''/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-3011225536162693574</id><published>2008-10-18T19:00:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:19:14.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight at damansara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The actual plan was the 4 of us(roommates) and a senior(whos got a car thats why he followed us) to have dinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;at a normal mamak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; stall just around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; bb(batang berjuntai)&lt;br /&gt;since we all just got our money frm ptptn we decided to go someplace better&lt;br /&gt;...and they voted KFC. how special is that?? ok la tu considering the place. anyway we went there at 10pm and it was almost closed. i got myself a zinger burger, cheesy wedges and a big cuppa pepsi cos im tired of chickens. and as expected they all ordered CHICKENS. how booooring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;and my senior constantly asked for dada parts. hes quite a big man btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dada-dada, nk suma dada eh, original ke spicy ke x kisah", a lot of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after he got those damn chickens, he make sure that they were dada's and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni sume dada eh?", ngoks tol. unfortunately ada 1 drumstick. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rly annoyed. he is the most annoying person ive ever met, godd pleasee!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh then when the cashier wasnt looking i turned back and looked at my friend and said quitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nk dada dada nh!", (while lifting my chests with both of my hands) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out the hot cashier was looking. haha. she doesnt looked mad anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnIQpq59rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tEjwGNuqSII/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnIQpq59rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tEjwGNuqSII/s200/DSC00629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258454228321040050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;mat jawa and me showing off to our another roommate&lt;br /&gt;who didnt get to follow cos he went back early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;first we were rly skeptical abt the plan of overnight-ing at damansara. but apa2 je la. kitorang pegi jgak. haha. dhla xtau jln sume. from unisel we gerak from abt 12am in the morning, mkn dlm keter abg tu drive xley mkn. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to get to damansara kene exit sungai buloh then head to petaling jaya/puchong which directed us straight to LDP. then that annoying guy didnt believe me and melencong to bandar sri damansara. xnk percaya org! luckily it wasnt a highway headed to negeri mana tah. hish. then he asked an abg burger. i was rly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; that time cos b4 that he really pissed me off!! anyway then after getting all the info he went back to the car and said to everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"betullah ckp aiman, kene ikut pj, pas2 ikut LDP",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and then apologised. in my heart i was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"see!!!' happily cos hes wrong and im right. hahha teruk betul aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then straight jee nmpak OU. yeay!! haha finally. luckily we didnt get lost or anything. everyone was happy. well it was just abt 15 minutes to 1am when we arrived. so abg tu br nk mkn. aiyyo. dhle 3 ketul! then my friend x thn nk kencing and i accompanied him while waiting him to stuff his belly with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CHICKENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;. then we arrived back at the car and he didnt even start eating yet. i was so pissed off. wasting time je. he was bz asking infos frm a guard. yeah he just loves to ask ppl questions and sometimes repeating the very same questions many times, which is annoying. haha. then i asked them after main boling nk lepak mana? i dont rly know how to get to certain places in damansara although i live in pj. then that abg kecoh and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"mak bapak kau x bwk ko jalan2 ke, hah?",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"ko x jalan2 ngan mak bapak kau ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the was he asked was very rude. i was fucking pissed with him and just silent myself. he repeatedly asked me those questions and i still shut myself up. sheesh, dasar anak manja! babi tol. ko dok perak boleh la. manada jln berbelit cam pj ni. bangang tol! besides its not my fault not knowing the way to everywhere cos i dont fucking hav a car and everytime im in a car i looked at buildings and ppl, i dont look at the road. so dont blame me fr nt knowing the whereabouts of everything here. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;while waiting him to finish eating, we camwhore seketika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnZYJDIV0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_cOfv7kQ2aE/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnZYJDIV0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_cOfv7kQ2aE/s200/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258473048700901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;zamani and me. he owned a cybershot.&lt;br /&gt;thats y we're able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to get this shot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnZYURSzvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xNY32ZOP35o/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnZYURSzvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xNY32ZOP35o/s200/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258473051713097458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;introducing the abg senior i was hating abt.&lt;br /&gt;i shudve jumped frm right and block him instead of mat jawa.&lt;br /&gt;nyway good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then dia poyo2 buang a plastic full of kfc under his car. bangang sial. At that exact moment i fcking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; him. its like why the hell wud u even want to do that for? the rubbish can is just like fcking beside u. and b4 that he entrusted the guard to keep an eye on his car in case anything happens. dhle mintak tolong org then menyusah kan org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;while on our way to gsc his mum calls. in fact, every 15 minutes his parents called. sah anak mak. yg x thn last skali b4 saying goodbye he said i love you too everytime his parents called. well its not wrong but hes like 24, 25? idk, and still doing and saying things that a little kid wud do or say. they were planning to watch senario. i was like "noooo!, tgk ah citer best skit. tgk citer melayu kat wayang watpe?" good for me the cinema was closed! whaha. yes! then plan B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BOWLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; i was just abt to discuss with them brape game nk main and all of a sudden his mum called. we waited patiently and watch an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ah moi cantek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; main boling. hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;...bla bla bla. nk main 3 game tp tutup 1.30. bongok tol. 1 game it is. then i finally had a great time cos im leading. top scorer bebeh. then 1.30, the game hasnt ended up yet only a cpl of throws left. the machine shut down. u know who cursed fr nt being able to finish the last throws. he then cursed the ppl of damansara as being celaka and dissatisfied abt it. damansara is in pj so im involved. haha x boleh jd ni. thats okay i tried to calm myself down. he then repeatedly saying that the ppl here are all bodoh la apa la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; kan? chill out la dude. it was only a cpl of throws, halal je ah. like its gonna change the fact that hes losing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;LOSER!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyway here r some the scenes frm the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnh3IJaV8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vJDU3W9U6qk/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnh3IJaV8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vJDU3W9U6qk/s200/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258482377127778242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnh3qc2__I/AAAAAAAAAEo/c5VurcJCPYc/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnh3qc2__I/AAAAAAAAAEo/c5VurcJCPYc/s200/DSC00682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258482386336153586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnfgqRSB3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OwkxwufsswQ/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnfgqRSB3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OwkxwufsswQ/s200/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479792127346546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;b4 getting back to the carpark, he brought up abt the bowling thing again. sempat lagi. masyaAllah. k then chow dr ou. we headed to uptown damansara. which is so boring. melayu je sume. xde ah moi pn. :DD klu melayu jual barang2 mesti boring nye. but i bought a tshirt tho. it was cheap and has a cool looking design so y not. it was around 3am and chow frm that place at 4. went to Mcd to chill out fr a bit. cos we're all exhausted. after eating 3 KFC's that dude ate breakfast there. x kenyang2 lagi ke dia tu. sausage mcmuffin. then idk why he grab a fistful the size of his big ass fist ofcourse of grape jam meant fr pancakes. haha then i followed his jejak langkah. stock up food supplies utk balik unisel. hehe. i was rly cuak cos the manager there saw me holding those jams. hahah. then we filled a cup full of those jams to conceal it. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu12nF2vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y1tdkX_8maQ/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu12nF2vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y1tdkX_8maQ/s200/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258496648891718386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;menggelabah mamat ni. x suka org ikut keter org.&lt;br /&gt;x malu tol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu2D-ebjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x8WusMI8Fa8/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu2D-ebjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x8WusMI8Fa8/s200/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258496652479458866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lukman &amp;amp; zamani, jawa and kelantan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu2XZBqFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VsJoZFq_Q1c/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnu2XZBqFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VsJoZFq_Q1c/s200/DSC00714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258496657691093074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;finally at 5 we chow balik unisel. and i hav to fucking hold his hot coffee. it was full and the road was like pukimak. nk drift pon ley. then tumpah2 at my feet and tshirt. shit ah. i cnt even sleep cos ive to hold that shit. misery business tol! as soon as we arrived he said just throw away that coffee. haha rasa nk lempang muka dia kuat2 pon ada. finally katillllll! did the subuh prayers and jump straight to the bed. tammat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I really hope that he did not read this.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, I'm really sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand that I really can't stand any of your annoyance (is there even such a word).&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta understand the feelings of others especially, us ( me and my roommates).&lt;br /&gt;You're nice... well sometimes. But, all the annoying little things that you did angered us. Especially me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; you if I hate you. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-3011225536162693574?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/3011225536162693574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=3011225536162693574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3011225536162693574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/3011225536162693574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/10/overnight-at-damansara.html' title='overnight at damansara'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SPnIQpq59rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tEjwGNuqSII/s72-c/DSC00629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-6222191471415122321</id><published>2008-10-06T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:45:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.....liverpool menang!!!! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AND NOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im going back to unisel tomorrow and my atm card still can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;PROCESSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;kami cam best je&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;klaka la tp&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tp abu kene bunuh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;haha spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so xde kami the movie 2&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;td citer kami byk bdak poyo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;ada perempuan gedik moan masa certain scene&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;bdak kecik pon ada tgk kami. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;klu ada org tua mesti pelik gila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cicakman 2 ada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;kita jealous ngan kwn kita yg kaya td&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;dia beli baju mahal mcm tu je&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just filling up this empty blog b4 i head back to uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stay at school kids. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-6222191471415122321?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/6222191471415122321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=6222191471415122321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6222191471415122321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6222191471415122321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeahhh.html' title='YEAHHH!'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-625425853109601495</id><published>2008-09-30T01:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:47:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not enjoying my   i.n.s.a.n.i.t.y</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari, i woke up really late,&lt;br /&gt;gone downstairs and&lt;br /&gt;helped my mum clean up the house and&lt;br /&gt;made some kuih raya.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda bz so i tot of cancelling my plans with iman and bedah, so i texted them.&lt;br /&gt;it turned out she was just abt to tell me that shes going to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;'are you sure', she asked.&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly changed my mind just to bail the raya chores.&lt;br /&gt;fuck i felt so bad. im a good kid, thats why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in OU we went to look fr clothes coz i havent shopped fr raya clothes yet.&lt;br /&gt;well as fr them, they're on their third round. shitloads of money them got. :)&lt;br /&gt;while bedah and iman's sister (i frgot her name srry) looked fr some shoes,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to withdraw some money coz i only had abt 50 bux in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;it turned out my card cannot be processed and ive tried at 3 separate bank's atm.&lt;br /&gt;mayb this is what i get fr bailing on my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up buying only a tee frm WH which i kinda regret&lt;br /&gt;coz its rly expensive fr a stupid tee saying im enjoying my insanity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt tot abt it b4 coz in my mind i only tot abt my shitloads of money in bank. :S&lt;br /&gt;besides, its nt wrong to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indulge&lt;/span&gt; myself with something expensive sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh before that ive just discovered a place called cash converter.&lt;br /&gt;at 1st i tot it was like a place fr u to change ur money into different currencies.&lt;br /&gt;like money changer gitu.&lt;br /&gt;and then bedah asked me to accompany her to look fr a tripod.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;then when i got inside, its like heaven to me.&lt;br /&gt;look at all of those 2nd hand goods. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ada gadgets, guitars, home theatre, laptops, cds...&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit that im a gadget fan. so what!? are you calling me a nerd!!?&lt;br /&gt;nyway... whatever......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-625425853109601495?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/625425853109601495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=625425853109601495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/625425853109601495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/625425853109601495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-enjoying-my-insanity.html' title='I&apos;m not enjoying my   i.n.s.a.n.i.t.y'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-6512485365315649100</id><published>2008-07-02T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:16:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la espana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SGqGnTnbOmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yVr0nRmdJeU/s1600-h/image-upload-96-728864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SGqGnTnbOmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yVr0nRmdJeU/s320/image-upload-96-728864.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spain owns germany! I am so glad they won. Alright what does it hav to do with cupcakes? Well my wayarles bwat hal so i have to use my phone to blog. Hmm bengang tol. So im going to unisel on th 26th and thats like in a month time! Im thinking of learning to play guitar coz its so fuckin bored at home plus my future bro in law want to give away his guitar. So does anyone know where i can learn guitar on9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-6512485365315649100?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/6512485365315649100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=6512485365315649100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6512485365315649100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6512485365315649100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-espana.html' title='Viva la espana!'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SGqGnTnbOmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yVr0nRmdJeU/s72-c/image-upload-96-728864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-2838720300078759215</id><published>2008-06-21T06:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:53:59.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey turkiye'/><title type='text'>TURKIYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/europe/european-union/turkey/images/turkey-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/europe/european-union/turkey/images/turkey-flag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright thats it. Turkey is my numero uno. Gempak okay! b4 this turkey is my third choice but since france  sucked this season turkey is my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of their matches are worth watching. Look at the time of this post. Means i blogged abt this shit just right after the turkey/croatia game ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i tot theyre going to lose after 1 goal down towards the end of the extra time. i was like 'omg, omg, omg, NOOOO!'. It was only a matter of minutes b4 the time's up. But then just a minute later the turks pulled a sensational comeback (cewahhh) just like they did against the czechs. i mean isnt it crazy. the moment Semih (thats a name ofcourse) scored the late equaliser, i was screaming like hell, yeaaaaahhhhh!!!!! My mum quickly went into the room and asked,'aiman, knapa menjerit2 ni?' and i was like pointing at the tv. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, the turks survived. and then the best part arrives, the penalty shoot-out. the croates started the penalty and u know what, they missed the 1st one. idk the name of the dude but DUDE hes a great player. the 3rd one missed his shot too. it was off-target to the left. the turks made no mistakes, and then the moment ppl like u and me waiting fr, the fourth penalty kick. If turkey miss this one there'll be another kick, but if the croates screw this up the turks wins. Again idk the name of the dude but hes damn talented. Seconds prior i was praying that RUSTU will deny the shot and he did!!!!!! Unfortunately i didnt SCREAM my hearts out. Just a good old '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;' silently. :))))) Or else my mum's gonna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freak out&lt;/span&gt; and think that im crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fr them, they are in the semi finals against Germany. DAMN, germany will nt be easy plus 4 players were suspended due to acquiring 2 consecutive yellow cards in two consecutive games tonight, i mean this morning. But who cares. i have so much faith in them. Turkey is so gonna make it to the final match bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-2838720300078759215?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/2838720300078759215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=2838720300078759215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2838720300078759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/2838720300078759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/06/turkiye.html' title='TURKIYE'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-1117443395547829335</id><published>2008-06-20T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:46:30.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>k.e.s.e.d.i.h.a.n</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;uitm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;admission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unisel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-1117443395547829335?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/1117443395547829335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=1117443395547829335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/1117443395547829335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/1117443395547829335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/06/kesedihan.html' title='k.e.s.e.d.i.h.a.n'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-6350529937570695747</id><published>2008-05-27T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:53:52.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayuan rayu results ? mohe uitm'/><title type='text'>o.u.t.  o.f.  c.u.r.i.o.u.s.i.t.y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;rayuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-6350529937570695747?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/6350529937570695747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=6350529937570695747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6350529937570695747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6350529937570695747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-curiousity.html' title='o.u.t.  o.f.  c.u.r.i.o.u.s.i.t.y.'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-1294679894566311354</id><published>2008-05-05T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:21:28.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double devastation dd'/><title type='text'>D For Devastation.</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, im nt good enough to get myself into uitm. There hav been stiff competitions. Ah there you go, flashes of my regretful past. shit! i shudve studied harder. hahaha bodo la. br skang nk menyesal. Well, i hope this miat thing will be my life saver coz it's my only chance to further my ed. Plus! liverpool lost to those chelsea suckers. i was like wth. i hate drogba! Rafa shudve put in babel earlier dont you think? oh this song rocks. its frm the movie JUNO. it so cool. its abt teenage pregnancy and stuff and the pregnant girl is soo hot and she says 'friggin' a lot and she listens to rock songs. she is so my type. haha lame :D she also played kitty pryde in xmen the last stand (i think). she looks hotter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-1294679894566311354?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-6951853397659307725</id><published>2008-04-05T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:25:23.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural season 3'/><title type='text'>supernatural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.releaseinfo.net/ri/cover/new_velka/1160152433-supernatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.releaseinfo.net/ri/cover/new_velka/1160152433-supernatural.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;whoa! ive just watch the third season. well almost, coz the rest of the episodes were nt aired yet so i hav to wait fr em. and the fourth season is coming up. i cant wait. and btw, i noticed that there are a lot of hot chicks in this show and i think its cool! :D oh and the soundtracks are all great too! classic rock, baby!  anyways, 5 stars!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-6951853397659307725?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/feeds/6951853397659307725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6954232474638366124&amp;postID=6951853397659307725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6951853397659307725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6954232474638366124/posts/default/6951853397659307725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimanr.blogspot.com/2008/04/supernatural.html' title='supernatural'/><author><name>aiman rashid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838193335635899118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iywv6jpXorc/SRWSMRSsqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iydDGcqluTc/S220/aiman+warhol+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954232474638366124.post-9131086798204384338</id><published>2008-04-05T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:04:39.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you fuck me'/><title type='text'>Self anger</title><content type='html'>Dude, what a shitty day. u see my dad hav just repaired the old computer. and now, it comes with upgrades and stuff. not to brag here, but now i have like 200GB of memory! haha :P So i hav reinstalled CS 2 and after that i realised something was wrong. ive fucking forgot to transfer most of the stock photos. all the cool ones!! its all been deleted just fr the sake of turning the old crap into a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it kinda got worse. i also forgot abt my brushes! my fucking supercool brushes that i had made fr the last 2 yrs. :`( . theyre all gone just like that! idk abt u guys but its really a big deal to me. haha! god i sounded lame. worst of all AGAIN i forgot the steps to make brushes. screwed up and fucked up, i now no longer hav desires fr beautiful designs. boy do i suck?! im pissing off just bcoz of that and its my own fault? fuck me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6954232474638366124-9131086798204384338?l=aimanr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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