<?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-8948534845110052473</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:25:49.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man that no one knew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5147449047797959683</id><published>2012-01-24T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:25:49.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between The Sun and The Dark</title><content type='html'>There are times in life when you encounter social problems or better known as drama. Some drama resolves without the world knowing, where the conflict between two or more friends were resolved without the word spreading out. The other type of drama often involves two parties where mutual friends choose sides eventhough they don't have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not here to talk about drama. Weirdly I'm gonna talk about the people we choose around us. This includes acquaintance, friends, girlfriends and family. Choosing this circle of friends is vital as this are the people you choose to share happiness or sadness, the people you choose to trust or not, and the people you choose to either bring you up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this lesson the hard way. Sometimes the people you know for nearly a decade may betray your trust just in a blink of an eye. Or maybe sometimes forget you when they are flying high on cloud nine. Obviously, these people you should avoid. They look cool or awesome but if they don't treat you right, you might be the one suffering alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of people give away some negative traits like slandering, bragging and a history of using others to obtain anything. These people may look friendly and all but don't be fooled by the mask they wear. On the bright side however, every Ying has its Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of mourning those who you lost, appreciate with what you have. It may be hard to do when you don't have much, but hey, at least its something. Find friends who appreciate you. Who would seek for you when times are at its best or worst. These people do exist only most of the time you don't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating one another is very important as it would avoid one from turning into a psycho. These days, it is hard to comfort a friend. Tweet, Wall writing and hanging out are a few examples. You don't need to have a fancy dinner or do something extravagant for your friend. Just say hello or how are you would do more then enough to cheer a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not me ranting on what had happen to me but a reminder to all of you that we all have one another to help. Some are shy to admit but being a friend means comforting another friend no matter what the circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5147449047797959683?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5147449047797959683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5147449047797959683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5147449047797959683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5147449047797959683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2012/01/difference-between-sun-and-dark.html' title='The Difference Between The Sun and The Dark'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5618209704129384540</id><published>2012-01-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:56:16.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year bites the dust</title><content type='html'>I never knew it took thousands of ringgit worth of fireworks made me realize that I am getting old. Birthdays maybe the real milestone of your life but upon entering a new year, it will make you realize that even if your birthday is in the beginning or at the end of the year, 2012 will be different. To some its a year of opportunity, while to others its a year to overcome challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading into the new year everyone have their own way to celebrate it. There are the ones who celebrate with their love ones. Holding each others hands, knowing you wanna see 2012 with them. Some celebrate with close friends. Appreciating their existence and celebrate the fact that they have been together through the thick and thin that life gives them. These are the ones that goes in to the new year with a big smile upon their face. There are those whom entered 2012 full of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that celebrate it with a guilt; where when life gave them problems, they resort to alternate happiness. Drug, sex, alcohol. They may not see the guilt just yet, but when the time comes, they will see what they've done was a mistake. The ones that celebrate it alone, where they sit amongst the crowd, putting on a fake smile just so that society doesn't see the tears that he cries. So that society doesn't judge him. He sees everything and knows of his emptiness but is unable to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From holding a BBQ with a large group of people to Skyping with their love ones, everyone have their own tale to tell. Just keep in mind, this is the beginning of a whole new year; which means, its a beginning of a whole new adventure for everyone. So to all who reads, Happy 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5618209704129384540?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5618209704129384540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5618209704129384540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5618209704129384540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5618209704129384540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-year-bites-dust.html' title='Another year bites the dust'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8898114710376660232</id><published>2011-10-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:31:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change (For real this time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old saying time and tide waits for no man. This is a brilliant quote about how nothing, not even man, can hold back a force we call time. There is also another quote, "time is money". This quote explains that time is more&amp;nbsp;valuable&amp;nbsp;than anything else. The reason why these quotes attracted me is because that time will always move on and we as humans can only adapt to it. Not fight it nor blame it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondnaturearomatics.com/images/citrus-sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://secondnaturearomatics.com/images/citrus-sunrise.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The relation of man with time is always&amp;nbsp;fascinating. As human, we have no choice but to change with time. So that is what this post is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing doesn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily lead to bad things. Change is always seen as a bad thing because as humans, we are very resistant to it. So, when a person encounters something that had changed or had left the comfort zone, they tend to get either angry or hypocritically accept the fact. I can bet my Email account that every single one of you have done this before; when some one changes, you either go to your other friends and botch about him or her, or you must have (in your heart) start to lower your&amp;nbsp;exceptions&amp;nbsp;towards this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am a person who had always resists even the thought of change. However, after 11 months I spent in Sunshine State, I had realized that change is that bad. I whom always had been a little racist, now have been very open. As I change my mind about changing, I myself had changed. Now as a new person, I have different goals in life and my perspective towards have changed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return to Malaysia in December causes me to have mixed emotions. I would not know If people back home would accept my change. I know its stupid but hey, you would never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune, I am also gonna start reviewing movies and music on my blog. So just be alert on facebook twitter or google plus. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-8898114710376660232?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8898114710376660232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8898114710376660232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8898114710376660232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8898114710376660232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-for-real-this-time.html' title='Change (For real this time)'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5533704611367450763</id><published>2011-08-07T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:39:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper versus Screen</title><content type='html'>21st Century is a remarkable era. Just a decade in to it, and human have made more development then they did in a whole century. Professionals always debate on the impact of this fast paced development, of which still goes on. Don't get me wrong I am always with technology polluting my mind but there is one aspect that I am strongly against with; Devices substituting good ol' books and newspaper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devices like Kindle and iPad are now very popular amongst society as they as easy to use and compact. Not only that, they are mother nature friendly. So, this devices are really appealing towards a diverse group of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old people - Doesn't take up space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young people- Looks hip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very young people- Thinks they look hip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Environmentalist- Less trees to be cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Businessman- one click &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting isnt it? Well not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A book has so many significant value that many miss to see and feel. A good book must usually have an appealing cover.( Hard cover, soft cover, Holograms, etc.) This shows how cool a book can be. The next thing that a device would miss is the cover art. The cover art plays a vital psychological factor. An exciting design and tittle would really spark interest way before reading the synopsis at the back. Have you ever walked in to a Borders (May the shop rest in peace) and you saw a book that has a cool cover and straight away in your head, you get attracted to it? If yes, then good , deep down, you are like me. If not, screw you, you rather wait for a movie to be made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not for getting how the thickness of the book plays a vital role. If you purchase an "ebook" you will see the info and it says 170 page, in your head you will probably think, wow, that is alot. But if you get the same book in a book store, you will find out that it is very thin. So who says dont judge a book by its cover? We all do. Just none of us admit to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw Kindle. Destroying Mothernature FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8948534845110052473-5533704611367450763?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5533704611367450763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5533704611367450763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5533704611367450763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5533704611367450763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/08/paper-versus-screen.html' title='Paper versus Screen'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3435431197408987026</id><published>2011-08-02T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:03:35.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Present : Hypocrites</title><content type='html'>Society today is very different compared to the society from the previous decade. From usage to technology straight up till the mind of a child, nothing is the same any more. Some things in the past that was considered socially unacceptable is now perfectly accepted by the society. An excellent example is the parenting skills. A 4-year old in 2001 would never think to swear  to their parents but a 4-year old in 2011 would be shouting in the middle of the food court, "Damn this lolly taste like shit." and nobody would even do anything. As much those reading this would say, "OMG, If I was there I would atleast tell the kid to watch his language," I know that you are just talking big. And that is what this blog post is about. Hypocrisy: Today's leading way of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hypocrisy is an act where people pretend to believe something when in actual fact, they don't (Wikipedia). People today choose this lifestyle because it is their nature to be sellfish and egoistic. Some hypocrites are those who choose to be one, some are those who wants to be accepted while the rest are just two-faced cowards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The first form of hypocrites, the ones that are sellfish, are a common one in todays nature. They are usually out in the open and makes a big deal out of small things (or sometimes make a bigger deal out of something) For example, an Atheist could be minding his own business and then BAM, a Man of religous believes comes up to him and force him to to join the religion or will face the wrath of god by going to hell. This so fucking wrong. As far as my knowledge of basic religion,  there is a part where it states that god/creator loves all its creation. Not only that, God/Creator also told us that we must respect others and treat them as how you want them to treat you. If you are so religious, then you have no right to shove it down another person. You must respect the person and if you do want to spread your religion, do it in an un-forcing way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The 2nd Hypocrite is the wanting to be accepted hypocrite. These group of people are mainly the ones that would literally change his or her lifestyle just to satisfy or to be accepted by a certain group of people. This hypocrites are not that harmful but they are sad to watch. Because of low self esteem and heavy influence on tv, these people tend to make drastic changes in order to feel accepted. Well, an example of this is by looking into a mirror. How many of you changed because of a girlfriend/boyfriend? How many of you hate a certain artist because half of the world that certain artist? How many of you have bitched about someone else behind their backs? How many of you had lied to a good friend but thought it was "for the best"? And If you think  you don't do any of those, then you my friend fall into the 3rd kind of hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The ultimate hypocrite. This little fuckers are very dangerous as these are the ones who lies and cheats to other people to get what they want. They are those who consciously choose to be a hypocrite. They are usually capable of making you feel bad for the things you shouldn't be. These people would always have two major faces and a few minor role faces. Still unclear? Well lets just put at it this way: If a woman keeps on nagging to a guy about how he is screwing up the relationship, think back, a relationship is a two person involvement. That means it is also her fault but when pointed out, she goes DENIAL. It doesn't only occur in relationship, it is also applicable to friendship, family and workplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So there you go, the hypocrites, human's deadly habit. On the side note, this is based on my experience and observation.  So haters can hate.&lt;/span&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/8948534845110052473-3435431197408987026?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3435431197408987026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3435431197408987026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3435431197408987026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3435431197408987026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-and-present-hypocrites.html' title='Past and Present : Hypocrites'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8630815675490933940</id><published>2011-07-04T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:45:11.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the big deal?: Hipsters</title><content type='html'>"I liked that band way before it went mainstream."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard this phrase before? Or maybe something similar. Well they are usually said by people who are classed by society as "Hipster". Well, to any hipster that is reading this, I only have three words to say to you; "WHAT THE FUCK?" I mean come on, even though you did listen to the band when they were still in their diaper, you do know that they wanted to go mainstream. I mean they may play for passion, but they still need to pay the bills. So without us non-Hipsters, your band would probably be begging for coins outside a shopping mall, or sucking balls in back alleys just to make a quick dollar. So what if I like a song that was played 10 years ago but just listen to it recently. I am sorry if I had a life when the band was starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not only music that they want to claim that they heard it first. It is also movies, clothing, technology and now even youtube videos. To me it is al bullshit. People have lives. They tend to get a little carried behind. But who are you to judge them. Screw you hipsters. I have screwed your mom way before everyone else did but you dont see me bragging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-8630815675490933940?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8630815675490933940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8630815675490933940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8630815675490933940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8630815675490933940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-big-deal-hipsters.html' title='What is the big deal?: Hipsters'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5362909108666749680</id><published>2011-06-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:31:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing My Way Up the Evolution Chart</title><content type='html'>Life has never seemed more serious than before. To all that don't  know me, I still do think I am a kid inside. This however have been changing since the past few weeks. I mean one moment I am just sitting back relax, watching some TV. Next thing you know, I am living with house mates, worrying about uni, looking forward  to my life after studying and so many things that really makes me feel like growing up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is actually too short for you to sit down and worry. Life is all about taking actions in the instant. I mean if you sit down and worry, those worriers will pack up and occupy your head.It then turns every single problems with simple solutions into problems with complicated outcomes. So if you just had break up, I suggest rather than sitting on your bed and crying and asking to yourself, "WHY!", just go to other and clear up shit. Not only break ups, this applies to all, even studying; rather than worrying failing the exam,go out and make that woe go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this advice and apply. The outcome may sometimes be grotesque, but hey, it is way better than those problems getting stuck in your head. When life give you lemons, sell them, buy more lemons, and make profit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5362909108666749680?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5362909108666749680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5362909108666749680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5362909108666749680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5362909108666749680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/climbing-my-way-up-evolution-chart.html' title='Climbing My Way Up the Evolution Chart'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-6821432611300067632</id><published>2011-06-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:41:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An End to a Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Merdeka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Merdeka!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Merdeka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That is the sound the plays in my head over and over again. If it isnt obvious to you guys, I have recently finished my foundation. The foundation that took me a year to finish. With all non-stop ass humping assignment, I think I did kinda average. But it is to soon to tell. I mean minus the final exams (Which was effin hard), I am qualified to enter Uni Queensland and do a double Bachelor of Journalism/ Business. So I really hope that my final exams, which results are coming out next week, would be good enough for me to pass. I think you guys noticed how I am cramping in my bog and made so pact. Well, it turns out that youth today like blogs with photos rather than words. They want pictures of hot chicks or some nice photos that were taken a bunch of times but only uploaded one of them because the rest were crap. So I really hope the age of the words wont die because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By the way, If you have been following my blog, I mentioned in a previous post about my friends who are pursuing their dreams. (Politically speaking, they are now musicians). Well, here are their websites where you can listen to them;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MohdKimal's Channel :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;www.youtube.com/mohdkimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izzul's Music : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;www.izzulsyafiqmusic.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8948534845110052473-6821432611300067632?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6821432611300067632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=6821432611300067632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6821432611300067632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6821432611300067632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-to-chapter.html' title='An End to a Chapter'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3662790206312782582</id><published>2011-06-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:08:36.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In to the mind of the unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ok, you give me a number, and i will answer it honestly. One person can only ask one question. Post the number on my facebook, twitter or in the comments....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;ol style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Height:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Shoe Size:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Sexual Orientation:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Do you Smoke?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Do you Drink?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Do you Take Drugs?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Age you get mistaken for:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Have Tattoos?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Want any tattoos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Got any Piercings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Want any piercings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Best friend?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Relationship status:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Biggest turn ons:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Biggest turn offs:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Favorite Movie:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I’ll love you if:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Someone you miss:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Most traumatic experience:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A fact about your personality:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What I hate most about myself:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What I love most about myself:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What I want to be when I get older:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My relationship with my sibling(s):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My relationship with my parents:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My idea of a perfect date:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My biggest pet peeves:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;DTF?:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A description of the person I dislike the most:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A reason I’ve lied to a friend:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What I hate the most about school:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What my last text message says:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What words upset me the most:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What words make me the best about myself:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A wish that I’ve wished for repeatedly on 11:11:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What I find attractive in boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Where I would like to live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;One of my insecurities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My childhood career choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;My favorite ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Who I wish I could be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Where I want to be right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The last thing I ate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A random fact about anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-3662790206312782582?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3662790206312782582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3662790206312782582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3662790206312782582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3662790206312782582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-to-mind-of-unknown.html' title='In to the mind of the unknown'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-7808124055479161555</id><published>2011-06-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:42:22.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ahhh. Damn, my exams are like in 3 days and i am not fucking ready! I mean I am not ready at all. I am panicking like shit.  I wish I could freeze time. Then again, if I did freeze time, i could do anything I want. Then there is no point of studying. I could just rob a bank. Or assassinate a dictator without the tator. Damn, now I really wish I could freeze time. Oh and then i could be like a superhero and shit. And when I die, they would honour me by building me a statue. And the they could name a holiday after me. Followed by my own movie , a TV series, a biography written by an extraordinary writer, and my own fan page on Facebook. Damn what I would do to have my own fan page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Back to real life, I am preparing for my exams which will be held in the coming week. This is a very crucial exam as it would determine whether or not I would major in journalism or arts in UQ. Arts degree isnt that bad but in the journalism world, having an arts degree is as creditable as the toilet paper. And I don't my resume to have :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;☑ Wrote for the International School Summit&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;☑ Student Council for IES 2010-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;☑ Graduating class for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Bachelor in Toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You see how wrong it would look for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So as you can see my exams are important. So important that if i waste even a small amount of time, I have a good chance of failing. You see now why I am stressed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh yeah and I just wanted to mention that my two friends are pursuing their musical career back home in the motherland. Izzul and Kimal, good luck bro and hopefully, you will find what you want  =). And all readers should check them out. I am not sure if they have any pages that you can listen to their music but you can find them on my facebook page. And if I ever find out their webpage or any website that plays their music, I will post them here, under their permission of course. And just to be clear, I am not paid to say these things, I do not answer to the man. Lets spread love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8948534845110052473-7808124055479161555?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7808124055479161555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=7808124055479161555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7808124055479161555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7808124055479161555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastinator.html' title='Procrastinator'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3315234064475516083</id><published>2011-06-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:13:40.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>triple double you period amanthebaba period blogspot period com</title><content type='html'>Welcome back baby!!!&lt;div&gt;Well that is what I would say to myself if I ran blogger because believe or not, for the past few weeks, I didnt update this blog because I was busy. I know, the thought of me doing assignment is so shocking that when your momma heard this, she jumped down head first from the Eiffel Tower. That's right ladies, I opened my post with a you momma joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of your momma, I had finished up all my big fat assignments which in total, made me waste 100+ paper for printing. I may not be no hippie who cares a lot for the environment but come on, that is just socially unacceptable. But either way, this is my way of life now. I am now moving on to a new world. A new part of myself. I mean I can say this because, its been a while since I just stayed in my room. I have just gotten a new house with two great guys from Poland and Singapore. I am going to Uni in a month time. I am not chasing every cute girl I meet. I think rationally when solving problems. And best of all, my self esteem has grew bigger since the past year. If my life was a game, I would have unlocked many achievement and my progress bar had gone up by atleast 5%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing, wish me luck for my coming exams! Have great day everybody!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-3315234064475516083?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3315234064475516083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3315234064475516083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3315234064475516083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3315234064475516083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/triple-double-you-period-amanthebaba.html' title='triple double you period amanthebaba period blogspot period com'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2392907808573032384</id><published>2011-06-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:09:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prince Getting Closer to Become a King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There once stood a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who looked like Goliath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When hatred or beloved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He proved he was triumph ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He rose and he fell, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But never hid between his tail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He stomped and he conquered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But he is just a mere mortal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 19th IMRAN HAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZlUR_keVe4/Ter-rNNiIFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YgWy3F_COmk/s1600/33800_1795025276842_1275991842_2102973_1912915_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZlUR_keVe4/Ter-rNNiIFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YgWy3F_COmk/s320/33800_1795025276842_1275991842_2102973_1912915_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614579903704997970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the legacy of thirty-seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2392907808573032384?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2392907808573032384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2392907808573032384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2392907808573032384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2392907808573032384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/prince-getting-closer-to-become-king.html' title='A Prince Getting Closer to Become a King'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZlUR_keVe4/Ter-rNNiIFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YgWy3F_COmk/s72-c/33800_1795025276842_1275991842_2102973_1912915_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2299312227077446339</id><published>2011-06-04T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:05:11.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Part Where I Shed My Tear Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the morning, I was browsing through old photos from my computer. I then continued to facebook, just to remind me the days where immaturity seems the best way to live. But before I could even click on the photos tab on my page, my mouse coincidently went across a picture and auto-large it. When I saw that photo, all my memories of him just hit me back. What we went through together was exciting and never looked liked it would ever end. I know I may have mistreated you before but I never had the chance to apologize. I am very sorry my brother. I remember when I was hungry, you came to my dorm with grubs and we would sit together at adi's corner of the dorm, eating with the biggest smile on our face. I remember the laughter we had when there was once an extra NGA from the oderation but it turned out that some had stolen the chicken from the hot polystyrene cover. I remember the times when we ran together to hide from shahriman's wrath. I miss Chamakh. Wish You Were Here ="( . Al-Fatihah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGn2uFqb0Z4/TerThjd2tmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tHPV80Wy0fs/s1600/251695_10150210896308491_623323490_7019395_5967668_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGn2uFqb0Z4/TerThjd2tmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tHPV80Wy0fs/s320/251695_10150210896308491_623323490_7019395_5967668_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614532458880349794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The photo the my mouse had highlighted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(Photo Credited to Amer Arif Azmi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8948534845110052473-2299312227077446339?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2299312227077446339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2299312227077446339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2299312227077446339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2299312227077446339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-where-i-shed-my-tear-again.html' title='The Part Where I Shed My Tear Again'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGn2uFqb0Z4/TerThjd2tmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tHPV80Wy0fs/s72-c/251695_10150210896308491_623323490_7019395_5967668_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2906244769158859568</id><published>2011-03-31T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:52:22.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It may not be rainbows and butterflies but its good enough</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I am back baby. Sorry for not posting in a while but ever since I created a tumblr, i just ignored blogger. I dont mean to two-time you blogger but Tumblr's way of posting is short and simple. But as time goes by, I miss typing long long long sentences which when combine together, forms an imaginary poetic content.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, right now I am kinda stuffed with non stop , hard hitting work. IES, my college , gives no mercy when it comes to workload. Where there is a will there is way, and a way is to finish all my work on time.HEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, I have been feeling jolly lately. I listen to classical joyful songs, I sing to them, i dance to them and I even mimic the way they sing just to get the full satisfactory of alone time. Some songs examples are "Top of the World- Carpenters" , "Somewhere over the rainbow-IZ" and "Walking on sunshine". If you ever feel down, listen to these songs. Trust me, it will cheer you up.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those who have loyally reading my blog, you can see that I rarely blog about my happy times. Well, here it is, I am happy and jolly for no logical reason what so ever. And hopefully, i get to meet all of you soon. As much as I miss Kuala Lumpur, I love it here. Great friends. Great time. Great memories. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8948534845110052473-2906244769158859568?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2906244769158859568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2906244769158859568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2906244769158859568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2906244769158859568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-may-not-be-rainbows-and-butterflies.html' title='It may not be rainbows and butterflies but its good enough'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2820541549002421110</id><published>2011-02-22T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T05:38:01.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>Well, basically, i'm currently having a major a crush on this girl I know. We may  not know each other that well, but something about her attracts me.I know it sounds silly but somehow I have a gut feeling I should open up to her. But does she like long distance relationship? Wait, before I even consider that, I should actually be worrying that whether or not she likes me back in that way? Hm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot flying baby whom has parents let him play with bow and arrows. Why did you just hit me and make me guess whether the other one hits her or not. Now I am in a dilemma. I think i am just gonna come clean on this one and tell her. Besides, I don't care the fact that she lives in KL while I'm in Brisbane. Because i can take care of her where ever she may be. I don't care if she moves to London. or New York. or Moscow. or Japan. I would do my best to make her happy. To all that is sincere, please leave a comment on whether or not i should go on and confess to her? Your opinions may help me to determine my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2820541549002421110?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2820541549002421110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2820541549002421110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2820541549002421110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2820541549002421110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-cupid.html' title='Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3443433272207859227</id><published>2011-02-16T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:20:06.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My step towards adult-hood is getting closer. My semester 2 had begun and I'm already stuffed with assignments. 1st up is my math project. Its all about testing on how the spaceship that landed on the Mars. Basically the spaceship had to bounce on the surface of Mars before being able to open its legs to stick a landing. Apparently,the school has no connection to NASA or any other space related companies, we had to do a "simulation" of this landing using a basketball and the ball will have to bounce a few bounces before it reaches its optimum height which is 1 Meter before it could stick this landing. There is a reason why I didn't pick Physics subjects it is because I was avoiding this kind of crap. But thank you IES Department of Mathematics. You guys decided to screw me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Next is my English Seminar. My dedicated group members Shaun and Ace choose a very nice topic for all of us to do. CAPITAL PUNISHMENT. sounds easy eah?. NOT! what the fuck?!?! Why the hell would I be interested in doing such an uninteresting topic. To me, all who do heavy offence should be executed to the death. I mean they are a threat to the society. And some would go " Oh that is against Human rights". Fuck you. You choose to let a Psychopath run around our street and terrorize our love ones. Once this idiot kills your son or daughter or spouses, you wouldn't care about human rights would you? Ever heard kill a person and save a thousand? And some even argue, the executed's love ones will be affected by the lost. Really? When he was climbing in to peoples window and snatching people up, you didn't bother to care. People had to hide their kids and hid their wife. YOU CRAZY FOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My next project is my IT project. Well basically, I have to design a database on music. If you don't what a database go and Google it. And to those who are too lazy to Google it, well I will tell you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;A &lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;database&lt;/em&gt; is a system intended to organize, store, and retrieve large amounts of data easily. Yeah, like we don't have internet to this for us. Pointless much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;Well there you have it. Basically it is what I have to do by next two weeks. By the way, Thanks for wasting your time to read about what is on with my life. May the force be with you young jedi.&lt;/span&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/8948534845110052473-3443433272207859227?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3443433272207859227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3443433272207859227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3443433272207859227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3443433272207859227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/brain-blast.html' title='Brain Blast'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-6107252458428440864</id><published>2011-02-13T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:10:44.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Power is Love</title><content type='html'>From this title it is so obvious of the contents in this &lt;b&gt;special post. &lt;/b&gt;Why did I bold the word special? Well it is cause I am talking of the greatest thing in the world:"&lt;i&gt;LOVE".&lt;/i&gt; When I say love, i don't only mean between two lovers, I mean the love as a whole. Your family. Your friends. Your pets. Your child. Anything that relates to the word love, is powerful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you would probably go and say, " Love isn't powerful. Your an idiot for believing that." or "Nah, Loving someone would probably hold me back." To all of you who thinks in that way, you should either kill yourself or just go fuck a sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love actually makes the world go round. Just imagine if one of your love ones died at this particular moment. what would you do? or imagine if your love ones just disappeared. What would happen to you? will you cry? will you be happy? will you even care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you read till this point, you have actually made a commitment. You will call your love ones and tell them how you feel. Cause Valentinesday is not a day for you to have a romantic dinner, or to have sex on a bed of roses. It is a day for you to celebrate your loved ones. For you to tell them how much they mean to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO ALL THAT IS READING THIS, I LOVE YOU!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-6107252458428440864?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6107252458428440864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=6107252458428440864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6107252458428440864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6107252458428440864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/greatest-power-is-love.html' title='The Greatest Power is Love'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1642271886039830682</id><published>2011-02-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:55:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Little Things</title><content type='html'>I think I should update my blog more frequently. Now, I officially don't care whether people read this or not because I love to write and to those who ignore just either have many things to do or just don't appreciate fine personal literature. So this blog is inspired by my Brisbane friends; Shalin, Shaun, Mishal, Min-Sun and Ameena. They taught me to enjoy little things in life. These little thing consist from as small as getting a parking spot near the shopping mall entrance to having a cupcake after days of craving it. To some, it may not be a thing they care about. Because to them, that is just happiness for a second. Well, it is actually a big deal if you see it clearly. Cause these small things are the actual motivation in life. Without little things your life would be so dull, so fucked up that you would commit sucide. Don't beleive me? Try not enjoying little things. I FUCKING DARE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-1642271886039830682?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1642271886039830682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1642271886039830682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1642271886039830682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1642271886039830682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/enjoy-little-things.html' title='Enjoy Little Things'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-7132158284335796657</id><published>2011-02-02T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:48:06.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Blink of an Eye</title><content type='html'>Hello there people who I either force you to read this or pity to read this as you saw this link all over your news feeds. How's it hanging?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not its February 2011! time does fly by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart of my hint to wish me on my birthday, I'm starting to re-adapt my self in Brisbane. As i spent two months back in Malaysia, I honestly felt like I was an outsider. Not knowing the trendy jokes, unable to follow current "teenage" slangs, shocked to see changes in most of my friends and the particular not knowing where to go when I was bored. What made me felt like i was a real nobody was the fact that each one of my friends back home had gone through incredible changes that even i could not foreseen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is life, whether you like it or not, people change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey enough with this emo shit and lets move on. In two weeks time, there will be the to celebrate the emotion we call love. That's right ladies and gents, I am talking about valentines day. To all the couples out there, i would like to congratulate you for maintaining love, while all the single folks don't be sad cause you look around you and see people all going lovey-dubey on each other. But if you do, I am available for any single girls out there. And I will prove to those single girls that you don't need no cupid to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is all from me for today. To all Chinese racial-status, Gong Xi Fa Cai.. To all couples, Happy Valentines Day. To all February-born babies, Happy Birthday. And to all Aliens, Welcome to Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again, See yah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8948534845110052473-7132158284335796657?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7132158284335796657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=7132158284335796657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7132158284335796657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7132158284335796657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In a Blink of an Eye'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-4553629591653952809</id><published>2010-11-26T03:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:37:25.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>If you wanna know me, please hesitate to ask. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/amanthebaba" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/amanthebaba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-4553629591653952809?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4553629591653952809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=4553629591653952809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/4553629591653952809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/4553629591653952809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2906077469345251629</id><published>2010-11-26T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:23:39.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a végén είναι zde</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, I really stepped into the real life. I mean adulthood really. Before, I was really dependent and really lived in a shadow of people around me. I would die if one day i couldn't see any of my friends. Can't really live unless I had a girl in my life that I love.  Standing up to bullshits just because people I like stand up to them. Well it was obvious peer pressure. I know most of my friends really never pressured me directly into doing things I don't like but indirectly it happens. LOTS OF TIMES. If any of you are reading this and thinking , "Well I never done that to poor old Afeef/Aman/Baba." Then you can go F your self.  In high school I remembered, all of those so people ise to to tell me to do shit and stuff. And when i disagree, you guys start treating me differently. Then starts like a no friend policy and shit. Oh yeah and by the way, I am not angry at any of you guys really. Just disappointed at myself for realizing this just now. Well just think back on how much have you guys really thought of  me as human being? And the purpose of this blog is to tell the world that the old me is done and over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some of you may thinking why is this happening now not before? Well there is no answer actually. I just realized it. And now i don't give a F&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of what people think of me as I am proud of who I am. Yes I am  fat. Yes I had more rejections then Lindsay Lohan's trip to rehab. And yes I still haven't have my first kiss yet. To all that judge shall be judge by others. Wake ladies and gentleman. A new era Afeef Rahman is about to begin.  So don't be bitching if you hate  me for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes suck. Just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TO-Yje72RgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SIIUhusntGI/s1600/ART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TO-Yje72RgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SIIUhusntGI/s320/ART.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543817401683297794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2906077469345251629?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2906077469345251629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2906077469345251629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2906077469345251629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2906077469345251629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/vegen-zde.html' title='a végén είναι zde'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TO-Yje72RgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SIIUhusntGI/s72-c/ART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5904635985778900785</id><published>2010-11-24T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T03:46:48.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life give you lemons, You make apple juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7" face="Georgia, Arial" color="maroon"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;ot long ago there was this average man who lived an average life. He had friends. He had life. But what he didn't have was a girl to love. He always seeks for one but never found the one that his heart was sure of. Plenty of broken relationship. Many hard rejection. Until one day he saw this amazing beauty. Eventhough she isn't a royal blooded girl, she looked like a princess in the eyes of the average man. At first he was shy as he never had that charm that most guys have. He would just say hello towards her and then just ran and hid away. He did that a couple of times and she replied back. Then he got tired of doing that. So he went up to her and started a conversation. It went fantastic. They clicked ever since then. They could talked for hours on the most unimportant things. But after a while, he decided to confess to her upon his feelings towards her. Unfortunately for the guy, she was recovering from a bad break up. So she wasn't ready to get into one. Then he said that he will wait for her as long as time it self. She was touched. So he agreed he will wait. Seconds turns to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turns to days and eventually, it turned to years. As time flew by, they became distant. With work to worry, the kept in touched but wasn't as close as before and eventually became too distant. One day, years after he made that promise, they got in contact again. A lot have changed. She nows has a husband and two child and lived in a nice house by the lake. He still is single but have a nice job in the city and earning good salary. After having a long talk they decided to remain friends. But little did the girl know, the reason for him being single wasn't because of his lack of charm. Instead, it was because he was waiting for her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE END&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5904635985778900785?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5904635985778900785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5904635985778900785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5904635985778900785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5904635985778900785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-life-give-you-lemons-you-make.html' title='When life give you lemons, You make apple juice'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2537506279840850672</id><published>2010-11-23T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:01:06.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>Ok, next week , i will start my 1st Sem exams. Since i never really studied in high school, i am really struggling. ARGHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a bright side to all this. NEXT WEEKEND i balik KL!!... really hope to jumpe the 5 people i love most (other than my mom)... ADIADZFARADAMIZZATADRIABDINMOHDAKMALHAKIMSHAHRIZALHAKIM!!!! sumpah banyak story nak nak di cerita kan.... and ako berani cakap and claim. Bahasa MelayuKu berkumpul habuk kerana sudah 5 bulan ako x cakap BM kat sesiapa.... Well enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for 5122010.... GHEEEEE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose you pikachu&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT *ITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2537506279840850672?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2537506279840850672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2537506279840850672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2537506279840850672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2537506279840850672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1505592458658891401</id><published>2010-11-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:37:23.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Whats up readers!! its been what ? 5+ months since I updated this. Found the url dusty and and had butterflies flying out of my computer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you people haven't heard, I am in the land of the kangaroo and koala doing my foundation here. PFFT. I am gonna be honest, all my life, I have never EVER revised or done any of my homework ever since my mom gave birth to me. But when I came to the down under, I had to change. for the sake of my future(I know, I am finally planning my life). Well, my pursuit of my dream to become a journalist had slowed down recently. I am now thinking of going into broadcasting or radio journalism. I guess being around people who writes way way way way way better than me made realized something. Dreams are meant for the fantasy while goals are meant for the real. So I guess i could have a personality for being a news anchor or a DJ on radios. But who knows, one day I could even run my own TV show if I play my cards right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the present events. When I first landed in Brisbane, I wasn't in the real spirit as I was just recovering from food poisoning after the world cup finals. After enrolling in IES(my college here) I literally had 0 friends. It was tough at first. I mean going to a new country all alone. I did actually knew what to expect. But like all rain that pours down,there is always the rainbow. And here, it was the friends I made. Basically my friends here are all from different points of the world. I have Cieran and Lourema from Papua New Guinea, Faisal and Mishal from Saudi Arabia, Erwan and Chloe from New Caledonia, Mike from Russia, Ace and Min-sun from Korea, Ameena from Bahrain and from the little island below Tanah Melayu , Shaun, Shalin, Uma and Basheer from Singapore. Well those are my close friends here. We always have fun together, playing different games every week and well getting into troubles along the way. So I guess thats all for me this time. And I will try to Update my blog more often =). and here are the pics of and my Buds&lt;/div&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Here are the guys &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWVfxoFI/AAAAAAAAABU/1i85PN48uyA/s1600/33629_118197731570236_100001400287517_121875_2786189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWVfxoFI/AAAAAAAAABU/1i85PN48uyA/s320/33629_118197731570236_100001400287517_121875_2786189_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534974903300759634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; And the Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWmKUSUI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZgIbZaxqK1c/s1600/33761_119320724791270_100001400287517_126489_5206637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWmKUSUI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZgIbZaxqK1c/s320/33761_119320724791270_100001400287517_126489_5206637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534974907774159170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; and the other girl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWTL_7gI/AAAAAAAAABc/VVHE6udfpyg/s1600/33617_119320934791249_100001400287517_126499_2283343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWTL_7gI/AAAAAAAAABc/VVHE6udfpyg/s320/33617_119320934791249_100001400287517_126499_2283343_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534974902680940034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; And the crazy shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAv-uAmO0I/AAAAAAAAABs/RgzkZW9u_uw/s1600/Aussie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAv-uAmO0I/AAAAAAAAABs/RgzkZW9u_uw/s320/Aussie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534976696587270978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-1505592458658891401?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1505592458658891401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1505592458658891401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1505592458658891401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1505592458658891401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/TNAuWVfxoFI/AAAAAAAAABU/1i85PN48uyA/s72-c/33629_118197731570236_100001400287517_121875_2786189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-7886710824401697376</id><published>2010-05-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:28:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up-to-date ir update?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Its been forever since i update this shit. Laptop came from above (thank you mama!). Dont know what to say . Ok , I am officially in love again!! And this time its real. Not like zai nor shya nor achudde, she really makes me feel all weird inside!  Serious shit I've never felt this in my life. EVER!! And speaking of , her name is unable to be publish as I am just head over heels over her, not yet anything or sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , the future.  I just passed my IELTS!! Band 7.0!!! Can i get a hellyeah!! So , I am now applying for Queensland to continue my foundation there. If all goes well, then I may fly this July. This decision is one of the biggest decision in my life. I am scared + nervous + excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I am writing a novel-blog  titled, "JOURNAL OF A SCIENCE SIXERS". Well I am officially announcing that the publication has stopped due to it's unpopularity. I wished i would say sorry for any inconveniences but whats the point? No reads the shit anyways. Hell, no one even bother reading this blog anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all. I suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-7886710824401697376?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7886710824401697376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=7886710824401697376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7886710824401697376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/7886710824401697376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-to-date-ir-update.html' title='up-to-date ir update?'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1239125022930398024</id><published>2010-01-08T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:37:27.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melihat Bulan di Tengah Hari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Orang tua sering kata tiada hidup yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Semua hidup akan ada sesuatu ganguan yang sentiasa menjatuhkan seorang insan berjiwa&lt;br /&gt;Ya memang hidup penuh dgn manis pahit&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi itulah sebenarnye hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Ape gune nye hidup tanpa masalah.&lt;br /&gt;Ia hany seperti biji-bijian kopi.&lt;br /&gt;Tiada air panas melarutkan nya&lt;br /&gt;Tiada susu pekat memberi perisa&lt;br /&gt;Tiada gula memaniskan kopi itu.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ako sangat membantah kata-kata si tua yang mengatakan hidup tidak sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak sedarkan bahawa hidup memang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Manis.Pahit.Masam.&lt;br /&gt;Itulah perisa hidup untuk sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Hal demikian,&lt;br /&gt;Nikmatilah hidup&lt;br /&gt;Segala rintangan di hadapi&lt;br /&gt;Jangan mengambilnya dengan berat&lt;br /&gt;Sila tengok ke arah pelangi selepas hujan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan ke arah malapetaka yang berkemungkinan&lt;br /&gt;Kepada semua pembaca&lt;br /&gt;Jangan buta dan hanya melihat kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan bisu dan bohong pada diri&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pekak dan hanya mendengar kemungkinan buruk bukan baik&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ako hanya seorang homo-sapien biasa&lt;br /&gt;Ako akan meningalkan dua pepatah baru yang kemungkinan menjadi tren baru&lt;br /&gt;Pertama,&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini sempurna jika kita kata sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Kedua,&lt;br /&gt;Adalah tidak mustahil untuk melihat bulan di tengah hari&lt;br /&gt;&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/8948534845110052473-1239125022930398024?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1239125022930398024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1239125022930398024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1239125022930398024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1239125022930398024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2010/01/melihat-bulan-di-tengah-hari.html' title='Melihat Bulan di Tengah Hari'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8650945370197162220</id><published>2009-12-15T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:54:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beast never gets the beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;books are actually the perfect liar don't u think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just look at it..&lt;br /&gt;it tells us that the hero is a nice guy or loyal&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is , people like that dont get far these days.&lt;br /&gt;how many good guys are CEO(s) today?&lt;br /&gt;countable digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality, ugly guys with big hearts doesn't  get the princess. The antagonist are the real winners here. the get wealth and the girl.&lt;br /&gt;so fuck fair tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love doesn't exist, only lust does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8948534845110052473-8650945370197162220?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8650945370197162220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8650945370197162220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8650945370197162220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8650945370197162220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/12/beast-never-gets-beauty.html' title='the beast never gets the beauty'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2005566564098010059</id><published>2009-10-08T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:32:33.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurt Harder Than Jumping of Brigdes</title><content type='html'>Kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Amis.&lt;br /&gt;朋友.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above  gives out the similar properties. Friends. People keep on saying that friends are people that will be by your side when you need them. Friends are those who will give out help no matter when or where they are. Amazing of how amazing this word sounds doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I look all over, everyone has friends. The least is that someone have is 10. But that's really a rare case to find someone like that. Someone who have 1-10 friends only. Well, I found one of these few almost extinct-species kind of people. And where did I found this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mirror. How pathetic of me. Just when I thought my five-year life in 'koleq' was fun, I finally found out that there actually not many people in koleq who are truthful, caring, helpful and trust-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just a toy for everyone to use. A life-jacket for the drowning. A hand for the handful. A plate for the hungry. I have been supporting many people through moral, spiritual and mentally. But I rarely get back. Every morning I put on a fake smile to school. I sacrifice my patience so that others can have a laugh. When people ask me for help, I have to lie so that their heart wont get broken. But now I know that my so called "FRIENDS" have never been true ones since the beginning. So I want to know are my real friends. To those who reads this blog and still wanna be my friend, follow my blog. If not, then just fuck yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2005566564098010059?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2005566564098010059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2005566564098010059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2005566564098010059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2005566564098010059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-hurt-harder-than-jumping-of.html' title='Truth Hurt Harder Than Jumping of Brigdes'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5963588825625945167</id><published>2009-08-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:29:39.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>esok trial hari ni =)njoy</title><content type='html'>Trials&lt;br /&gt;Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Cuti&lt;br /&gt;Fasting&lt;br /&gt;Raya&lt;br /&gt;SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, sure nampak hectic kn calender ako ni.. padu babe... time ako tgh tulis blog ako ni ako kt dalam kelas kompter... padahal tgh trial nk ikowt kn.&lt;br /&gt;pergh tension.... tapi ntah mancam mane, trial ni ako bnyk enjoy... mane tak nye.. west wingers pn dah tetapkn niche area baru iaitu badminton... ramai bdk2 ni telah menonjol dengan aksi2 yg hebat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barisan pemain yg sentiasa beraksi tidak kesah cuaca atau waktu adalah seperti berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adzfar&lt;br /&gt;noor&lt;br /&gt;azri&lt;br /&gt;taufik&lt;br /&gt;shah&lt;br /&gt;saiful&lt;br /&gt;imran&lt;br /&gt;izwan&lt;br /&gt;fazly&lt;br /&gt;azrin&lt;br /&gt;dzul&lt;br /&gt;rahman&lt;br /&gt;muqtasid&lt;br /&gt;ashraf&lt;br /&gt;hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang x boleh nafi kan lagi kehebatan penduduk west wing lagi... tapi no worries la... trial straigh a nye..... lg2 barisan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sixers 2009&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;kowt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5963588825625945167?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5963588825625945167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5963588825625945167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5963588825625945167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5963588825625945167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/08/esok-trial-hari-ni-njoy.html' title='esok trial hari ni =)njoy'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3651635604285840207</id><published>2009-07-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:12:27.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time is not a friend of mine</title><content type='html'>wow its already july!!!&lt;br /&gt;weekend nie dah nak balik dh tapi lg 2 weeks is my damn trial .. fucking shit&lt;br /&gt;the heat is on now for me and my brothers&lt;br /&gt;spm is just a few blinks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i am gonna be  super sad as my darling shya is going to the states not long from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna miss you baby boo&lt;br /&gt;dont leave me here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-3651635604285840207?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3651635604285840207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3651635604285840207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3651635604285840207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3651635604285840207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-not-friend-of-mine.html' title='time is not a friend of mine'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-6869802351586458483</id><published>2009-07-11T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:15:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually dont have an idea for a title for this post , so i am gonna go with this one= no clue for a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I AM A FREE MAN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i am saying his is because i am free from quarantine!!! 6 days of staying in a room with 7 other people can drive you insane you know. huhuhuh. Eventhough "Pailang" and "Rimau" blanje makan, its still like hell in there. But ,the kinda bright side of it is that no school biatch. WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free from PLKN babay,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Just now i escapefrom a biology class at Sekolah Menengah Kebengsaan Raja Perempuan Kelsom and got busted. SHIT!!!. Now I am waiting if mr.KJ would rat outon Pailang or let bygone be bygone . CUAK GAMPANG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lazy to tell you guys about my 6 days of hell so i am gonna end to days post (which is written in Briged Room) with this thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) If you are in a race, you overtake the guy in second place, what is your current position??&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;related to (i),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii)If you were in a race and overtook the guy inte last place, what is your current position??&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&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/8948534845110052473-6869802351586458483?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6869802351586458483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=6869802351586458483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6869802351586458483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6869802351586458483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-actually-dont-have-idea-for-title-for.html' title='I actually dont have an idea for a title for this post , so i am gonna go with this one= no clue for a title'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5086378504542890608</id><published>2009-06-10T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:32:19.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boom boom</title><content type='html'>good morning world!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If u think i am in a good mood this fine thursday morning then you have another thing coming.&lt;br /&gt;ITS 8am AND I STILL CANT GET A NICE REST!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts like hell and i wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the morning cigarette really warms down the tension. A fine marlboro 20's  really hits the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Fired Up DVD which is really a great movie and teaches a lesson or two about life. I mean the words they use to describe life i very meaningful like "BET BIG OR GO HOME" or "RISK IT TO GET THE BISCUIT". What took my interest in this movie is that the movie was based on two good-looking guys who has it all and wants to escape a football camp in the hot sun and found a sex paradise at cheer camp. By the end, the had fallen in love with being a cheerleader. Its really a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog is a shitty one to read but hey I am just an avarage fat guy who cant sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5086378504542890608?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5086378504542890608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5086378504542890608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5086378504542890608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5086378504542890608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-boom.html' title='boom boom'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5900372854989185924</id><published>2009-05-27T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:05:42.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am I a good guy pretending to be bad ? or the other way around?</title><content type='html'>hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i type on the computer. Xm are like fucking hard which somehow i did not manage to answer any question on my own. huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brightside. Holiday baby!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look foward to this holidays cause exam mid year dah abes and its time 4 my brain to take a long nap.(Eventhough it has been at rest for years) , my brain will active soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this hols I will be updating backgrouds.&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy baba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5900372854989185924?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5900372854989185924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5900372854989185924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5900372854989185924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5900372854989185924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-good-guy-pretending-to-be-bad-or.html' title='am I a good guy pretending to be bad ? or the other way around?'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3487555133052391771</id><published>2009-05-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:52:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naked the truth is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nicknames are usally given by friends or family. The nickname always have been given due to something he did or something related to his life. And the nickname is usally given one per person.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with afeef rahman as my name . and it had evolved throughout the years. Somehow its an&lt;br /&gt;addictive game to put me in the hot seat .here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aman&lt;br /&gt;afeesh&lt;br /&gt;bafeesh&lt;br /&gt;aman razz&lt;br /&gt;habba&lt;br /&gt;habba-habba&lt;br /&gt;yariba&lt;br /&gt;yambu-yambu&lt;br /&gt;busuk&lt;br /&gt;baba&lt;br /&gt;baba bucuk&lt;br /&gt;le bucth&lt;br /&gt;baba bus&lt;br /&gt;penashit&lt;br /&gt;starberry&lt;br /&gt;babanana&lt;br /&gt;babanilla&lt;br /&gt;chocolaba&lt;br /&gt;capuciba&lt;br /&gt;sabulba&lt;br /&gt;kabalba&lt;br /&gt;baba rahman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;tragic story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know its not over. Atleast once a week, people will fine new names for me&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-3487555133052391771?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3487555133052391771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3487555133052391771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3487555133052391771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3487555133052391771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/naked-truth-is.html' title='naked the truth is'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-3811367665535537375</id><published>2009-05-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:05:03.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck?</title><content type='html'>oit!!&lt;br /&gt;my weekend at home is almost over. And it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the wardens&lt;br /&gt;the are a real fucking pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;swear on us and all sorts of bullshits&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the mid years are coming up soon.I am going to do my best(which i know i will fail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, we have a MC-VI match coming, inter-house ruby, open day and another 24 weeks till judgment day for my fellow batch mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-3811367665535537375?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3811367665535537375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=3811367665535537375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3811367665535537375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/3811367665535537375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-fuck.html' title='what the fuck?'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1753416314698791052</id><published>2009-04-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>dreams are excuses for people to stop thinking logic. Why do we dream of becoming a someone when we already know that we are just normal people. No dream has ever became a reality. Face it, having a dream is a complete waste of time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was writing a great novel for the new generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to send a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of peace and wildness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an attempted to bring people together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was all a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a act of stupidity and idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;an unwanted  creature&lt;br /&gt;an outcast among the outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to learn that dreams were just dreams the hard way. I am a talentless , lazy, useless son of a bitch. For a second i thought i had talent. A great one. But its not. I have been taking care of peoples feelings for a long time. I have been a great friend . But who would remember your good deeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good guys always finish last. No matter how nice, caring and understanding you are, you wont be remember. Only those who kills gets everything. I guess now i am putting my foot down.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stand up. Rise to the top. and Kill if i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baCkgrouNds novel is an excuse&lt;br /&gt;a fading dream bound to disappear&lt;br /&gt;a waste of  neurons.&lt;br /&gt;a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont dream&lt;br /&gt;dont be yourself&lt;br /&gt;dont work hard.&lt;br /&gt;just think logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba is gone.&lt;br /&gt;aman is back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-1753416314698791052?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1753416314698791052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1753416314698791052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1753416314698791052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1753416314698791052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8626903627251703674</id><published>2009-04-09T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:37:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nasi goreng asap terbang</title><content type='html'>ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;memang sdap kalau malam2 xde warden. ako cukup malas ah diorang rounding2. gua dah lame idam kan nasi goreng ayam bersma teh ais . huhuhu. tapi x mengapa. Selagi ako ada batng ku yg panjang dan dapat di hisap dengan begitu nikmat, ako boleh bahagia. Tuan2 dan puan2 sekalian, ako ni first time nk cube tulis blog dalam bahasa ibunda ku tetapi nmpk gaya nye, x menjadi ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;I now will continue in english=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old boys weekend is coming. I am looking forward to it as the athmosphere of the school would be a sure roof-raising weekend. I have always been a nothing in this fucked up college but on that very weekend, i have a chance to enlighten my fellow brothers and dads with a hit tune by the strokes. I HAVE A PURPOSE!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,&lt;br /&gt;esok(11 april), history club members will open our arms to the people of pahang who will visit. while other students will be in the hargreves hall, me adi ajie chamakh and a few form 3 will help ms hellyah to take care of the people who will visit here(which eventually waste their time and money).hahaah. MAKAN FREE BEB!! Ohya , i boleh kuar town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal things,&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  has not been that good lately. We have been fighting again and again. My emotion has blinded me from logic.i am in a big blur now. hoping that it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;i love wacthmen tp my friends doesnt. So what. They are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CHILDISH AND I DONT GIVE A SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-8626903627251703674?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8626903627251703674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8626903627251703674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8626903627251703674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8626903627251703674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasi-goreng-asap-terbang.html' title='nasi goreng asap terbang'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8961825348851979973</id><published>2009-03-28T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:40:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time of our life</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;27th march 2009...&lt;br /&gt;the day was started with an average assembly.Then it was bahasa melayu taught by Mr Hisham. We watched a series called "julia" which is based on the novel that we were suppose to read but to lazy to. I mean c'mon , who would want to read a "jiwang" malay novel. So So So boring. Then it was time Pendidikan Islam. Our ustat wasn't  able to come so we had our self the best 1 and a half hours of sleep. (the best sleep in class of my life). then it was my favorite time of the day. SNACK. After eating , it add maths time and my favorite add math teacher, Mr.S, express his deep feelings towards. Like a gay that he is, he said it like he was crying. his exact words were: "Saya dah putus harapan ngan bacth kamu. lagi2 si afeef to. Dulu baik ngan saya tapi sejak saya kantoi kan dy, dy brubah.blah.blah.blah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was smbhyng jumaat. I dun thnk its right for me to tell u the truth so this is my lie, i prayed in the mosque durng solat jumaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna skip the whole evening (cz i was asleep most of the time) and go straight to the night shift. it started off with an orderation. we ordered nasi goreng ayam and milo ais from mr. Atan. After puffing a few smokes, we played 'boxer futsal merdeka' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a four a side game. The game has three rule&lt;br /&gt;1.no shorts. just boxer&lt;br /&gt;2.no playing rough&lt;br /&gt;3.ignore rule number two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was shirt vs skins&lt;br /&gt;team shirts:                          team skins:&lt;br /&gt;adzfar(C)                             meor(C)&lt;br /&gt;manram                                butet&lt;br /&gt;baba                                  choist&lt;br /&gt;uncle                                 bdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a two hours match and was held in the tenis court. The game point was 15 but  the match ended with a 10-10 draw due to many injuries.&lt;br /&gt;we talked on general problemsehile hearing songs through manram's hp. It ended with all of us sleeping and missed tomorrows inspection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-8961825348851979973?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8961825348851979973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8961825348851979973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8961825348851979973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8961825348851979973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-of-our-life.html' title='the time of our life'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-8613589269450597228</id><published>2009-03-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:21:56.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody=me</title><content type='html'>Wow, just 28 more weeks till the day of judgment will arrive and i am still like a platypus.Nothing to do. All my subjects looks like a blur to me. Bio.Chem.+Maths.Physics. All are like finding neverland. pointless. The schedule is fully packed within the next few months and most events are handled by form fives. However, I am not being called or even mentioned to be a part of the committees. All hopes since to be a dust now. My time in here has been a complete waste. My heart are seeing dark things now. Things that could leave me in total insanity. Are all hopes meant to be crushed? Are they no more chance for me to be a somebody for once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-8613589269450597228?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8613589269450597228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=8613589269450597228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8613589269450597228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/8613589269450597228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobodyme.html' title='nobody=me'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-4198888467364183389</id><published>2009-03-17T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:14:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/Sb-UKlsnRuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z9GGnWegE9g/s1600-h/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/Sb-UKlsnRuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z9GGnWegE9g/s320/Image111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314128994959312610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is akmal hakim&lt;br /&gt;he is nice.&lt;br /&gt;he is kind.&lt;br /&gt;he loves everything.&lt;br /&gt;he is smart.&lt;br /&gt;he is athletic.&lt;br /&gt;he is a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW HE IS GONNA BE SENT AWAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I H8 THIS .&lt;br /&gt;I CANT ACCEPT THIS .&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO SAY THIS AS NICE AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK U SHUHAIB!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-4198888467364183389?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4198888467364183389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=4198888467364183389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/4198888467364183389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/4198888467364183389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='why....'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SC65BHv0unQ/Sb-UKlsnRuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z9GGnWegE9g/s72-c/Image111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-6718192741294458851</id><published>2009-02-13T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:19:25.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baBa : a neW hoPe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perak's politic is really getting out of hand. I mean come on,  why would somebody  sue the sultan 4 he is the  king of the state??? Yes we all know that if we wanna change the MB there need to be a few conditions but hey, why should any one sacrifice dignity over money?? well thats what i would say the stupidity of our people.. I mean don't they even care that the biggest effect will be on the people living in perak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the perak government needs to think of their on idiocity , The atmosphere of the inner politics has started. That's right, KPKM is back and is now full of conflicts. The great(leader!!) Hzq is now on the edge of his patience as to the prefectorial board(dogs!!!) are trying to launch an attack to the KpKM by sending his "baruah's" to compete in the election. HE thnks he can move around without being notice?? FUCK U ah fucking dogs with maroon blazers!!! Anyway, I will be competing for the diplomatic exco seat. My opponents are one of the dogs army,the leader's army, a birdie and a few unknown people. Well u must be asking which side i m in. well to be honest, i am not on doggy's side and well i am not on the great leader's side too as my opponent is on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of great ideas which can bring koleq towards greater heights  but it all  depends on the voters. If u want to see koleq as the great one again, vote for me ... if not, then be my guest an vote the rest who really are gonna be nothing if they win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to take this  opportunity  to promote afew of my fellow friends  who really are great leaders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mohd kimal hakim&lt;br /&gt;amer arep&lt;br /&gt;fazly&lt;br /&gt;chamakh&lt;br /&gt;manram&lt;br /&gt;ono&lt;br /&gt;holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adi&lt;br /&gt;kering&lt;br /&gt;choist&lt;br /&gt;epool&lt;br /&gt;bdin&lt;br /&gt;henget&lt;br /&gt;aup&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8948534845110052473-6718192741294458851?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6718192741294458851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=6718192741294458851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6718192741294458851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/6718192741294458851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/02/baba-new-hope.html' title='baBa : a neW hoPe'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1430667287821239159</id><published>2009-01-29T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:25:09.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode oNe : journey</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i last written an entry. Getting detained for 3 straight weeks isn't  a good thing. In fact, it's driving me nuts. Good thing its the holidays where i can be free. (for a while that is). Anyways, this is an update on my life so far (eventhough no one will be reading this blog, but hey i am bored). Its safe to say that i got a new girl in life. Her name is Shya. she is amazing and caring. We have a lot of things in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the 27th of the first month of the year, me , kimal and dely wanted to go out with Manram . When the three of us were on our way, manram decided that he would follow kurap (even after telling us that his very very very very last choice was to follow him). At first, we wanted to go to klcc. But then when we reached the central market lrt station, kimal pulled me and dely out.it was a close call as we were able to get out in the nick of time. Then, we headed to central market. Kimal and dely wanted to show me this cool cafe called bau-bau cafe,but when we went there, it was closed for good. Kimal was kinda disappointed. Then we saw this indie shop called rice cooker shop. Many local and international indie albums are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head to a drinking stand near by. We had a drink. Then, kimal had a crazy idea. He suggested that we go to klcc by walking. And so our journey of no sitting down begins. We headed to pud first as kimal went to buy a bus ticket. Then we walked through the busy streets of kuala lumpur where cars goes faster than you can say Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis .(Yes that is a word). We walked around kl and noticed that there not many malays left as we saw so many damn tourists and banglas. After an hour and a half of walking, we arrived Times Square. We wanted to go in there but we didn't . I am still figuring why we did that. We went to Sungei Wang , Pavilion and then we finally arrived at klcc. We didn't even sit down or took a bite through out the 2.15 hours of non-stop walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did when reaching klcc was well smoke. We sat down in front of the fountain .After sitting for like 10 minutes , we headed to the lrt station and headed on home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-1430667287821239159?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1430667287821239159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1430667287821239159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1430667287821239159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1430667287821239159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/01/episode-one-journey.html' title='Episode oNe : journey'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-452433334183242714</id><published>2009-01-29T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:40:59.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Disablity = stupid</title><content type='html'>Have any of you even notice whats going on in this world?? I mean the people in GAZA are suffering like fuck and the UNITED NATION are just sitting around and doing nothing. If the FUCKING USA was under attacked, the whole world would pity them. like 911, interesting fact on 911 is that the building is made of very strong steel.And if you notice, the planes that hit the WTC , the whole building explodes. I thought that only the top part would fall of but look at that. Then, they suddenly pin on the Muslim and stated that we did it. THE FUCK SHIT WITH THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a reminder about the bloody world which fucking blinds us from the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-452433334183242714?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/452433334183242714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=452433334183242714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/452433334183242714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/452433334183242714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-disablity-stupid.html' title='Our Disablity = stupid'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-2486784864158860571</id><published>2008-12-29T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:06:55.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ kuale</title><content type='html'>school is almost open ... i am not sure what to feel right now.... i am excited cause i am going to be a form five but then spm ... not ready... then being in charge sounds fun but having shahriman on my back really stings... but the most thing that i am looking forward to is re-uniting with my fellow batch mate and roar the college grounds with the sounds of the great motherrussia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought to have an outing with a few friends in this concrete jungle called K.L.&lt;br /&gt;at around 1pm i went to bukit bintang to meet up with bdin.he was going to jakarta on the next day..anyway we headed to pavillion and met up with amer at the times bookstore... and damn the bookstore was FUCKIN HUGE!!! amer brought along his old school olympus cam... we headed on to subway to grab a sandwhich ... boy were WE hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk around pavi for a while the headed off to klcc.. when we arrived, amer wanted to see a movie...at first we planed to watch histeria...but then the spirit looks cool ..... then badwee cam along... so we watch the spirit to gather....after that we went widow shopping!!!hahaha i was looking for shoes so we went to a bunch of shops....at around 7, amer had to go home and pu3 invited me to watch the day the earth stood still with her at mid valley....the movie was at nine...so we went to kl sentral as amer had to take the ktm home... then we "teman" bdin as he had to go home by bus... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for his bus, there was a bus that headed to mid valley... wow what a coincidence ...so we headed on... but the bus was just from mid valley so the bus went around kl.. from sentral the bus when to pavi then bb then time square then petaling street then mid vall... me and bad were rushing as it was 8.55pm when we arrived at mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to line up the long line to get tickets.. damn we entered the movie late... we went around and around to find our seats but people were staring at us so we sat at the front...when the movie ended ,i jumpe pu3 for a while and rushed to the ktm at 11... we were lucky to catch a train and a really cheap taxi..huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;i was damn tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=Image018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SHOES THATT I WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=Image021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMER, HARAPAN FAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=Image025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNGGU MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=Image033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMER AND HIS CAMERA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-2486784864158860571?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2486784864158860571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=2486784864158860571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2486784864158860571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/2486784864158860571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-kuale.html' title='i ♥ kuale'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-5691488348381450344</id><published>2008-12-22T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:24:29.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pSyChosociAl</title><content type='html'>parents who send their children to a boarding school will say living in a boarding skool would make u independent but what they didnt realize is that boarding school will make them indie but in a different way . A way that they didnt hoped for .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in a boarding school have made me indie.it what way?? well here is a list ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have learned in boarding school is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how to run away from authorities&lt;br /&gt;2. how to hide things from people&lt;br /&gt;3. if u dont finish ur homework just copy someone elses&lt;br /&gt;4. how to blend in natural places&lt;br /&gt;5. its ok to break rules but dont get caught&lt;br /&gt;6. friends are frinds not food&lt;br /&gt;7. teachers are sellfish)&lt;br /&gt;8. add math teacher are stupid(teacher with no s)&lt;br /&gt;9. when u dont get too see girls, u attend to go crazy&lt;br /&gt;10. the upside of smoking&lt;br /&gt;11. never try to take other peoples girl&lt;br /&gt;12. toilets are lounges&lt;br /&gt;13. eating out is better&lt;br /&gt;14. how to play pool&lt;br /&gt;15. how to make sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what i have learned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-5691488348381450344?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5691488348381450344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=5691488348381450344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5691488348381450344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/5691488348381450344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/psychosocial.html' title='pSyChosociAl'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-6382719747394855104</id><published>2008-12-19T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:00:33.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losT iN a maZe caLleD loVe</title><content type='html'>since i was 13 i wanted to find true love.. but when i thought i found it gets too complicated.. and now i am in hot boiling soup.. huhuhuh .. on the third month of 2008 i found this amazing girl ... she was caring nice and smart.... i will name her x......we had 5 great months 2gather..then out of the blue, she asked for a spilt.. i asked her y.. but all she said was i had my reasons....i thought i could not find any other girl but then, a princess set me up with dis other girl... and wow she was really wonderful... she was funny great and understanding.... i REALLY loved her with all my heart..and m was her name....then x came back....at that time my memories came back on me..... i went back 2 x.... and left m.....after a month i did something bad.... by accident i told her to f*** off...we had a big argument.....then i went back 2 m....but now i am with m and x wants me back....what must do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=myra-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/myra-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/aman_230/?action=view&amp;current=m_03696d132a7cf0e2718a7fb1fe1063-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-in-love.html' title='losT iN a maZe caLleD loVe'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948534845110052473.post-1492618854750727742</id><published>2008-12-19T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:22:43.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHen iDiots goEs to aN isLand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;our summer break a.k.a cuti semester.....i, ziq,toddy, adi , din , one , dok, and fad... made our own adventure to a duty free island.... we had a 3 days 2 nights stay there.... many things happend ...(if &lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;noe wat i mean)... we went there by flying... we arrived there on a beautiful afternoon... we checked into landcons hotel... right infront &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of underwater world... the first thing we did when arrived there was .... well u guessed it... a pack of malboro's 20 ONLY FOR RM 4.60!!!!! we went to the beach in the afternoon.... we met abg naan... a fucked up low life who sell banana boat rides as a living... anyways .... we wanted 2 ride one of those so he gave as an offer...we headed bak 2 our hotel and changed attire.... when we arrived  at the beach with a pair of new shades and necklaces(which was on a 100% discount), we couldnt find abg naan... so we found abg man.... another usless malaysian... who offered the sme thg as abg naan.... we paid him... just as were about to ride , abg naan came and they both started fighting.... in the end abg naan won   (we didnt give a damn as long as we enjoy)the ride was fun ..... the next day abg naan brought us island hopping.... he thought we were un educated people as he tried to ripped us....... luckily , we had fad....  in the afternoon, i ,dok and adi went to tomato nasi kandar 4 lunch.... while the rest left us and went 2 the small town of kuah... the evening was even better... we found a shop which sells the tools for making hand made tobbaco rolls ... hahaha... the night we bought new shades... each of us had bought 1 with 100% discount... then we had shisha... 2 flavas apple mint and strawberry.... me, adi and fad did not gave any1 chances .. ROMBRAPANANTE aka tasher cme 2 us the night.... we went to a night club near by.... and we enjoyed a game of pool..... it really sucked as not many people were at the club.... it even sucked as we didnt score any chicks that night.... but we did make a campfire at the beach.... one was DAMN scared that night..... what was his phobias.... everything!!!!! we made sand arts after heating marshmallow... fad one and din were making hand made tobacco rolls that we bought earlier... we went back to the hotel at 4 am... and had kerangs b4 headind 2 bed...and one adi and fad had brought us SNIFF SNIFF..... the next day started of as we were having breakfast... a gay son of a bicth from sarawak follwed us as were about 2 go 2 cable car... it was all one,'s fault 4 inviting him along.... but we stopped at beras tebakar , bought lintah and left the gay SOB there... we went 4 a ride in a cablecar and went to the top of gunung mat cincang.... it was fun but one was afraid of heights... so he did not looked down.... oh ya... dok was also super freaked when it comes 2 height.... the evening we karaoked and play pool... then wan din and fad went home by ferries... that night.... we went home .... and hoping that the sniffers will re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948534845110052473-1492618854750727742?l=amanthebaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1492618854750727742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948534845110052473&amp;postID=1492618854750727742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1492618854750727742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948534845110052473/posts/default/1492618854750727742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanthebaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-three-idiots-goes-to-island.html' title='wHen iDiots goEs to aN isLand'/><author><name>Afeef Rahman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019299423615316939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOY7X4y6UEs/TfV1U1vs4mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cIVg1EZOo8/s220/bsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
