<?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-8428570024799162361</id><updated>2011-10-04T03:19:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8537000770537579368</id><published>2011-10-04T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T03:19:44.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>A new beginning, a fresh start &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a whole lot number of obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;How I miss those days, when I was younger. How I miss being with my closest ones.&lt;br /&gt;Being with the loved ones, the closest ones are truly mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;Those memories will never be erased, be it from the heart, or mind.&lt;br /&gt;Tears running down my face, as I know, I have to move on from life.&lt;br /&gt;Live life moving forward, not backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Those hardships I've been through, those sweet memories I've gathered.&lt;br /&gt;Those people around me, who's been supporting me through all these years,&lt;br /&gt;They will always have a special place in my heart. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; those who's been with me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; looking back, how I wish I can turn back time, back to the old days.&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm just a school boy, having fun playing soccer everyday after school ends.&lt;br /&gt;I will be sweating so much, gasping for air, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slacking in the canteen with my best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;We would dry ourselves by sitting directly below the fan. Ohhhhhh memories.&lt;br /&gt;But all of that have been gone. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; now, I'm leading my life, my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Only GOD knows how I feel. Only GOD knows how much my heart has been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in school, I would day-dream. I would think to myself, ask myself this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could turn back time, where would I like to start?"&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I would say, "Secondary 1n3, 2n3, 3n3a, 4n3a, 4 pearl. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; All the wayy back to secondary 1n3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is wayy different. Yes, it's no use reminiscing the past.&lt;br /&gt;But those are the moments, which had me going. Which had me thriving for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was a happy kid. I always get what I asked for. But now, it's a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;After my dad leaves my family, it was like a whole new life.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every night, I look into my mother's eyes, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I see that she's the one suffering.&lt;br /&gt;She has been my father &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mother. I'm blessed to say, I've experienced fatherly love.&lt;br /&gt;But I was young, I don't care about what's going on. What I care the most was, to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected things could be this way. I never expected life was going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the youngest, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they say, the last son will be pampered by both their parents.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I was pampered, so much, until 1 day, 1 of my parents leave me, I feel no love.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled, so much, it affects my studies &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I walk through malls, seeing teenagers with their parents, really touches me.&lt;br /&gt;It touches my heart, so deep. But sometimes, these teenagers still doesn't appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;They feel embarassed when they go out with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;They feel like, parents are just another busybody.&lt;br /&gt;They feel, having parents by their side through day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; night are like stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;But no, it's just that they love their children so much, they don't want to let us go.&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't show how much they love us, because their love is truly pure.&lt;br /&gt;Their love for us is incredibly huge, no word can mention how much they love us.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've been a teenager before. I know, because I've been abused.&lt;br /&gt;I know, because I've been through this hardships.&lt;br /&gt;I've been abused by my own father before, been canned by him.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a scar, so long, I couldn't hide the scars. It was swollen, red &amp;amp;&amp;amp; very very painful.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my teacher asked me, "What happen to your arm?"&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is to zip-up my mouth. I can't say anything, why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot blame my father for canning me, he was just disciplining me.&lt;br /&gt;I should just blame myself for playing truancy for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Regret? Remorseful? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the night he canned me,&lt;br /&gt;he said to me, "Ni laa, mak manjekn Farid sngt."&lt;br /&gt;"Manjekn sngt smpai tak buat keje skola, tk datang skola, mak tk marah."&lt;br /&gt;That was the phrase. The phrase which I will never forget. So does the event that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is a very hard topic to talk about. You will never feel love, unless you start to feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Those moments I had with my father, will never be forgotten. I solely miss him. So much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, ayah. I miss someone ayah. It has been few years down the road. Ohh GOD, I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;So much, tears are really rolling down my cheek. Daa berape tahun aku tak panggil seseorang, ayah.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ayah. SO MUCH. More than I miss anyone else. I will never call anyone ayah, except for my real father.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I've told myself, if I got a transport, I'm gonna meet my father. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; this is totally a secret.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell anyone in my family about this. I WILL NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Except for those who are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;The actual reason why I take motorbike license, is to meet my father. That was the main reason.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I lied to some people, about what's the reason why I'm taking motorbike license.&lt;br /&gt;I lied because I don't want to tell people the truth, because they never feel what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;THEY NEVER. Unless, they share the same, exact thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was celebrating my 18th birthday, I wished, I hoped &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to sleep on my 18th birthday, I told myself, "Ayah, kalau Farid ade lesen, Farid jumpe ayah, Farid janji."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself, I'm going to meet him. So that was the actual story. The real story.&lt;br /&gt;When my friends asked me why I take motorbike license, I told them, "For transport."&lt;br /&gt;But they never knew the real reason. Recently, I fought with mum, about motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;She brought up the topic about motorbike, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I got frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me more when she wanted to buy me a bike when I'm 21.&lt;br /&gt;That really upsets me, disappointed. I didn't talk to mum for few days.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we talk, it was very very little, hardly talk.&lt;br /&gt;So, 21 baru aku dapat motor? Aku tak tahu ayah aku masih hidup atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak jumpe dia, even for a while. I just want to meet him, talk to him, help him.&lt;br /&gt;Guess life is whole lot challenging. Ujian dari Tuhan, mencabar kesabaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my ayah, my latest ex, Rafiqah &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my favourite bestfriend, Haris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss them so much, because they are the ones who support me through thick &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have been with me even if I'm down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They cheered me up, brighten my day when I'm having a bad day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, sincerely from my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8537000770537579368?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8537000770537579368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8537000770537579368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8537000770537579368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8537000770537579368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1001707146456537347</id><published>2011-04-28T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:48:22.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I've updated my blog. But, I haven't lost my typing skills.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those people who are finding me in social network because,&lt;br /&gt;I don't seems to have a computer which is functioning.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, by the end of May I could get a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm facing the reality of life which happens to make me realise that life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;As a human being, we should treasure or savour the moments. If I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I would cherish the past. It's not that I regret living my life now.&lt;br /&gt;Just that things would have been better. But, reality has no place for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Someone imperfection is another's perfection.&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do now is to stay strong no matter what holds me back.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this heartbreak won't affect me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry, I'm still the Farid that most of you know, the ever-cheerful &amp;amp;&amp;amp; friendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;Update about me, I'm 1.76m, weighing at 81 kilo. Long hair &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a big tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I won't be residing in the west any longer. So, It's emotional to leave the west.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be the person who I was last time, swinging guitars, slacking in the mosque,&lt;br /&gt;playing computer games &amp;amp;&amp;amp; most importantly having full control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, I am currently enjoying life in relationship. Before I end this post,&lt;br /&gt;I would want to stay young forever. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;170609 tattooed on my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1001707146456537347?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1001707146456537347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1001707146456537347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1001707146456537347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1001707146456537347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/04/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7496293982710224446</id><published>2010-12-21T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:35:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Wohoooooooooooooooooooooo! Blog updated uhh.&lt;div&gt;So, what am I gonna update? Hmm, lemme seeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy, for the past few weeks, been playing sepak takraw with besties. Fun y'knw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a sepak takraw player, but then, kept practicing, now getting better y'knw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting for a job! I want a job! I wish to have a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft, all my efforts gone to waste laaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy laaa, been fetching&lt;i&gt; lovey-dovey&lt;/i&gt; from her workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, her attachment ended already. So, don't know what to do during free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy laa, till here. I don't know what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7496293982710224446?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7496293982710224446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7496293982710224446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7496293982710224446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7496293982710224446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6713746288458139797</id><published>2010-09-21T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:42:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Fuhhh! After a month or so didn't update my blog.&lt;div&gt;I finally got the time to update my blog, so dusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy, I have been enjoying my Hari Raya this year, must forgive the elderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then forget the mistake we have done, make sure must learn the mistake we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not to repeat it again, if the mistakes are repeated, must forgive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind, as long duit raya masok cocek sudah, ehh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kejam-kelip kejam-kelip, umur daa 18. Fuhh! Daa tue rupenyer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingat umur maseh 14, sweet fourteen, skali 18! Alamaaak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daa 18 pun dapat duit raya. Syukur syukur! Ni rezeki katerkn. Hehhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy, Hari Raya collection, entah tak tauu nk buat ape dgn duit tuu. Haiy0 y0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy, recently, my friends and I went to Rizam's house to play PS2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We play soccer, Fifa10 in the PS2. Champion oii! Tapi, malang tidak berbauu wangi kasturi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekali kalah di tangan Rizam, aduhh! Kalah 5-0! Aduhhhhhh! Itu sungguh rabak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What when wrong,  I don't know. Haiy0 y0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behh ade satu part ni, Rizam nk refill air, skali dier tnyr, "Farid, ni air kau ehh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I replied, "Ahh, yg tu air aku." Then Rizam ask, "Ni air sape? Yg daa abes nyer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Farid Mokhtar said, "Ahh, tuu aku punye" Then comes the funny part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rizam hold the glass cup &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said to himself, "Yg kanan Farid punye, yg kiri Farid punye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly, all of us exploded into laughters! Hahahahaaa! Haiy0 y0! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should have said our full name instead of just Farid. He got himself confused. Aiy0 y0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy laa, gtg. Will update in a month's time. Let the countdown begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6713746288458139797?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6713746288458139797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6713746288458139797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6713746288458139797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6713746288458139797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4376191838065988572</id><published>2010-08-23T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:46:39.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the top and I was like I'm at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Number one spot and now she found her a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby.&lt;br /&gt;And now you ain't around, baby I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda put it down. Shoulda got that ring.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can still feel it in the air.&lt;br /&gt;See her pretty face run my fingers through her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my life. My shorty, my wife.&lt;br /&gt;She left me, I'm tied.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I knew that it just ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I be ridin man I swear I see her face at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get my usher over, I can let it burn.&lt;br /&gt;And I just hope she notice she the only one I yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss her when will I learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give her all my love, I guess now I got my payback.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in the club thinkin all about my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, she was so easy to love. But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin through it every time that I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm missin, wishin she'd pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But she made a decision that she wanted to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything.&lt;br /&gt;I said, if you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't anticipate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I keep it as a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4376191838065988572?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4376191838065988572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4376191838065988572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4376191838065988572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4376191838065988572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-thinkin-about-her-thinkin-about.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4986247551843178693</id><published>2010-07-20T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:10:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;div&gt;Like finally I get the chance to update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn dusty! Wokayy2, I sat for my listening comprehension in the afternoon today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot comment anything. But simply said, I'm able to complete the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy, before sitting for my listening comprehension, I had tons of fun in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughed my @$$ off in class, drawing pictures, editing stuffs, cracking jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh gosh! How I miss laughing so much! Keep those smiles on. Weeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently went to watch Despicable Me with Lovey-Dovey on 17th July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is fcuking awesome. I laughed a lot! Like hyenas. Hahhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the movie at GV Max VivoCity, went to the rooftop to catch fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, waited for about, an hour, was feeling a little bit upset. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; suddenly, *boomz!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fireworks, so, uhhh! Can't explain the feeling, but easier said, amazing! Haaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woahh, such a long post lorr. Can somebody buy me SingFest ticket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want go watch Katy Perry laaa! I love her laaa. No, I love Rafiqah laaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehh, no, I like Katy Perry, but love Rafiqah. Correct? Yeah, correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokayy laa, till here. Hehh! Will update soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drive me to the limelight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours, Rafiqah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4986247551843178693?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4986247551843178693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4986247551843178693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4986247551843178693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4986247551843178693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3891121606843407477</id><published>2010-06-20T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:54:09.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Wokayy, today short post. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;Today went for soccer training, played as goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, there's only three of us. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, penalty kick, free-kick, long balls. Wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; damn, my knee is killing me. It hurts alot!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, that's all. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poke your toes in the sand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we'll make it till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rafiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3891121606843407477?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3891121606843407477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3891121606843407477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3891121606843407477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3891121606843407477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-9141477922377000047</id><published>2010-06-11T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:29:09.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Been quite some time since I update my blog. Hehh! *Dusting off the blog entry*&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaamnnn long! Wokayy, currently in town, waiting for Lovey-Dovey to end her work.&lt;br /&gt;Then gonna fetch her from Plaza Singapura. Lucky town area, I don't want go any further.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, I'm down with this throat irritation, damn irritating!&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-Dovey told me to take strepsils, but I didn't even take 1. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not forgetting, runny nose! If you guys asking me am I enjoying my holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeahh! Why? Because I meet Lovey-Dovey like almost everyday! Weeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't have any idea of what to type.&lt;br /&gt;During the holiday, my brain don't function like how it used to during school days. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; World Cup, ohh yes! Sorry Lovey-Dovey if I have to put down the phone early.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I want to watch World Cup 2010. Hahaaa! Don't get angry okayy? Must smile.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, gtg. I'm using the computer at 24-hour LAN-Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, reach the finals Netherlands! Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make my heart beat fast &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been months, baby, I love you - Lovey Dovey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-9141477922377000047?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9141477922377000047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=9141477922377000047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/9141477922377000047'/><link rel='self' 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pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are spinning in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know why I'm holding back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should just tell you how I'm feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't wanna act a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna look confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I let you know about the way I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what you gonna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I keep it locked inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And imagine you were mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm feeling you so close but yet so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the key to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more I brush it off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell myself it's nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deeper I fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I imagine everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand different ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you respond to what I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I getting lost in my dreams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you unreachable to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these butterflies just won't go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna act a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna look confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I let you know about the way I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what you gonna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I keep it locked inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And imagine you were mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm feeling you so close but yet so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the key to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I never tell you then you'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the secret is getting heavy to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is more than just a crush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I may stutter when I speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my knees may get a little weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've got nothing to lose and only you to gain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me do you feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't wanna act a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna look confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I let you know about the way I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what you gonna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I keep it locked inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And imagine you were mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm feeling you so close but yet so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the key to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We should just go on our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1669656568885541766?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1669656568885541766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1669656568885541766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1669656568885541766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1669656568885541766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/06/boy-you-put-me-on-spot-i-dont-know-what.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6121560053853627840</id><published>2010-05-02T16:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:32:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss those blue eyes, how you kiss me at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the way we sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like there's no sunrise, like the taste of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the way we breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I never told you w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hat I should have said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I never told you, I just held it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I miss everything about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe it, I still want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all the things we've been through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss everything about you, without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your blue eyes every time I close mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make it hard to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I belong to, when I'm not around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like I'm not with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never told you what I should have said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I never told you, I just held it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, I miss everything about you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Still, you're gone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe it, I still want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And I'm lovin' you, I never should have walked away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all the things we've been through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know it's never gonna come again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss everything about you, without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never told you what I should have said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I never told you, I just held it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I miss everything about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Still, you're gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe it, I still want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(And now I miss everything about you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After all the things we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I know it's never gonna come again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I miss everything about you, without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, what's the difference between lying &amp;amp;&amp;amp; not telling the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6121560053853627840?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6121560053853627840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6121560053853627840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6121560053853627840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6121560053853627840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-those-blue-eyes-how-you-kiss-me.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-9134298153078645591</id><published>2010-04-17T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:24:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This phrase cheers me up everytime I'm feeling hopeless &amp;amp;&amp;amp; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry because it's over,&lt;br /&gt;Smile because it happens,&lt;br /&gt;We will learn how to be grateful.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461112118862334242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/S8nEibNeySI/AAAAAAAAAOo/djFySE2FC8o/s400/UU8sftjMcqe7n52pEhDZ1NX1o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This music brings fond memories of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-9134298153078645591?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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had time on our sides,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's fading fast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every second every moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've gotta make it last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touch you once, I touch you twice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you go at any price,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you now like I needed you then,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always said we'd still be friends someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you leave, I won't cry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't waste a single day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you leave, don't look back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be running the other way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five years went under the bridge,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like time was standing still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven knows what happens now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've gotta say you will,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you leave, d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;on't look back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited a long, long time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way i really need you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the most brightest, beautiful star in the lonely sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3567044426168703143?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3567044426168703143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3567044426168703143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3567044426168703143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3567044426168703143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-leave-dont-leave-now-please-dont.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7106268907328617640</id><published>2010-04-12T18:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:52:20.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Good things come to an end, right? Nothing last forever, but be honest.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm accepting the fact. But that doesn't mean my life is going to be on the full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to carry on living like how I used to. Sigh, what more could I say? We are done.&lt;br /&gt;Step forward, not backwards. 'Cause all we have to do is, look into the future.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen. Maybe we're better off being this wayy.&lt;br /&gt;Everynight before I go to sleep, I kept thinking why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard? I'm not fine, I'm in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try.&lt;br /&gt;Now waking up is hard to do, sleeping's impossible too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; everything I do, remind me of you, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when I have the strength to. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started off right, on track.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've gone much further than I thought we'd get tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much more of a happy ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I gave my all, my everything for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the girl I really dream of. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is why I hate loving someone so much, giving in my 100%.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; in return, 100% heart-broken, guaranteed! Prices checked daily!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7106268907328617640?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7106268907328617640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7106268907328617640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7106268907328617640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7106268907328617640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday_12.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2166016743301376282</id><published>2010-04-11T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:35:40.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day for my brother! Weehooo!&lt;br /&gt;It is his birthday! Hehhh! Abg aku nyer birthday, aku pulaaak yg happy.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so excited about his birthday? Because, I went out to eat with my mum &amp;amp;&amp;amp; brother.&lt;br /&gt;But then! I had to go home early, because I had to send Raoul's stuffs to my sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told my mum that I have to go home. Aiyaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my mum &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my brother are eating right now, jealous!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to eat what I wanted. Grrrr! But nevermind, I ate rojak &amp;amp;&amp;amp; drank ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh! So yeahh, just came back from my sister-in-law's house.&lt;br /&gt;Rupe-rupenyer tinggal poteng, pampers ngn botol susu kt rumah lerrrr. Hehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that Seri will send me my coursework. Or else! Or else!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, I want go to sleep. Tomorrow school. Bored! Bored! Ohh BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how you live without texting me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I myself cannot live with that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imy, Ily &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Iny-M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2166016743301376282?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2166016743301376282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2166016743301376282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2166016743301376282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2166016743301376282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7841893229024455101</id><published>2010-04-09T21:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:40:15.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>I'm clueless, I don't have any idea of what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm typing out what's coming out from my head.&lt;br /&gt;To girlfriend, I hope you are recovering well. I wanna tell you that I miss you, so much!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I've been suffering alot. Reading your sweet text messages soothes my heart &amp;amp;&amp;amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really need strength, from you. You always gave me the smile I ever dream of.&lt;br /&gt;It simply takes my breath away every time I see those wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your voice, you are my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, BabyBoo. You truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many things inside my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; too many times I dream of you during my sleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know nothing is gonna come in our way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I love you as deep as an ocean, as vast as the universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7841893229024455101?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7841893229024455101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7841893229024455101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7841893229024455101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7841893229024455101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2211191228154007553</id><published>2010-04-08T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:53:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Short post for today, I don't have any idea of what to post.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are feeling better. It has been 2 days without seeing you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I dearly miss you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to rush, health is way important. I just want you to rest well okayy?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; don't forget to eat your medicine. I hope you are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days, I simply cannot wait to see you. Days seems like years. Blurghh!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today's lesson quite boring. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, had biology test on reproduction in humans &amp;amp;&amp;amp; plants.&lt;br /&gt;The paper wasn't as hard as I thought laa. Luckily no essay, if got essay, surely I fail.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, I guess I'm running high fever. Am I getting sick? Ohh! Please tell me no.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall sick! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of my toothache I'm having, or maybe I miss gf too much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I guess I'm gonna hang my football boot. I'm old to play soccer on the field.&lt;br /&gt;Pancit laaa oii! Lari berape metre, daa breathless. Street soccer boleh laa, padang no way!&lt;br /&gt;Kaki pn cramp sehh. Aiyaaaaaaaaa! So, proven! Ta-daaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Agak2 bile jerr kaki tk cramp. Haiyaaaa! Wokayy laaa, gonna drink panadol, eat water.&lt;br /&gt;Anger management! Please please! I really need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like a heart needs a beat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my drug, you are my heroin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A world without you is a war I cannot win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream, I hope, I wish,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful my life would be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I have you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't wanna lose you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna make up 'cause I'm tired of fighting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired of the nights you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I stay up crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna make up for what I've done in the past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I wanna be real &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want it to last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want us to be together forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two of us together controlling the weather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna spend my life with you girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got the moves, I love when you twist n' twirl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2211191228154007553?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2211191228154007553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2211191228154007553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2211191228154007553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2211191228154007553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7062897227844104216</id><published>2010-04-07T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:40:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Just came back home from playing soccer. Fuhhh, exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;We lost 8-2. Haaaaa! But nevermind, it's a friendly game anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, having slight cramps on my thigh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hamstring.&lt;br /&gt;The cramps which I suffered during 2.4km run is not showing any recovery sign.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaa! Now more cramps. Tsk3! I'm too old to play in the field. Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I had fun even though I'm not at my peak level. But who cares? As long as you have fun!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, currently doing nothing but to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, had the worst day yesterday. I wasn't myself yesterday, I was more like a beast.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, that's all I wanna blog about. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; psst, I'm gonna save my money to repair my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; did you forget? I'll always support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a temperamental person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7062897227844104216?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7062897227844104216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7062897227844104216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7062897227844104216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7062897227844104216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2945397029018480522</id><published>2010-04-06T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:25:16.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>F*ck! I got this annoying feeling. Not in my mood after what she texted me.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading, you might wonder why I didn't reply your text message.&lt;br /&gt;Because I switched off my handphone, till I'm completely okayy then I'll continue messaging you.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me damn hard on the heart. Ni bukan kurangkn stress, tambah stress ade uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What sort of question is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like, uhh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2945397029018480522?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2945397029018480522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2945397029018480522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2945397029018480522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2945397029018480522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3118258045957978015</id><published>2010-04-05T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:36:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Computer still down, currently using my brother's laptop to blog, surf the net &amp;amp;&amp;amp; play games.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, my computer was infested with viruses. I don't even know it's there. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school with girlfriend. Met up, chit-chatted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughed.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed alot! My gosh! She's driving me crazy. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; she told me I drove her mad. Woops!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy2, had PE early in the morning. We had to run 2.4km for our NAPFA test.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaaaa! I got 15 minutes. Time to pass 13 minutes 30 seconds. Haaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I walked twice, so yeahh. Lesson to learn, never walk, jog. Must keep reminding myself that.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of. The remaning hours in school was dead boring.&lt;br /&gt;Was lying my head on the table, was about to sleep. Haaa! But forced myself to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot close my eyes, later didn't upload what teacher thought in class into my head memory.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, short post for today. Heee! Gonna go have my dinner! Ta-taaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; psst, had a great time laughing with you, BabyBoo. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with you, BabyBoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3118258045957978015?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3118258045957978015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3118258045957978015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3118258045957978015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3118258045957978015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5356843950499398499</id><published>2010-04-03T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:33:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Rainy day, didn't go out today. I am now currently at my brother's house, taking care of Raoul.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, boring sehh jage Raoul. Maen2 ngn dier, beh tertido plaak. Aduhh!&lt;br /&gt;Skrg tnga tngk Alvin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chipmunk 2. At first, my brother called me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where was I, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I said I was at home, he told me he was going out for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he wanted me to take care of Raoul.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, when I came to his house, Raoul was watching Alvin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chipmunk 2.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Alvin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chipmunk 2 watching him sleeping. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Cute laa si Raoul ni. Wokayy laa, gtg. Nk gi tido sbla Raoul. Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaaa! Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guilt, is still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm terribly sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5356843950499398499?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5356843950499398499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5356843950499398499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5356843950499398499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5356843950499398499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3804266204543478816</id><published>2010-03-31T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:19:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today 'cause I wasn't feeling well. Aiyaaa, can't think of something to write.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm missing someone very badly. I swear I've never miss someone like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want you to know that I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you're constantly revolving in my mind. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I want to be with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3804266204543478816?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3804266204543478816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3804266204543478816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3804266204543478816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3804266204543478816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday_31.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4499624237162009548</id><published>2010-03-29T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:46:25.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Today went to school without BabyBoo by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'm without someone by my side this morning.&lt;br /&gt;But that is not going to bring my day in school down.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, had 2 tests today. Geography &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chemistry. Quite hard laa.&lt;br /&gt;After school, home sweet home. Eat, sleep &amp;amp;&amp;amp; play games.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, nothing much to talk about. Ta-taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me laugh when I'm angry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This makes me feel special when I'm by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're amazing, simply amazing, I love you many many.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4499624237162009548?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4499624237162009548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4499624237162009548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4499624237162009548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4499624237162009548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday_29.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7400225719827925043</id><published>2010-03-27T21:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:19:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Fresh, out from the bathroom. Just came back from playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Had lots &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lots of fun. Won matches, assisted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; helped the backline.&lt;br /&gt;Gennaro Gattuso + Tomas Rosicky + Robin Van Persie + Fabio Cannavaro.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, that's all. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't tell you, I get scolded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I tell you, I also get scolded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it my fault? What do you want me to do? Lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm a liar, but all I really know is, you're the only reason I'm trying to be honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you told me, not to text you till you text me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh, I'm cool with it. Go on, keep it a secret from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, ermmm, where do I stand actually?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very bottom of your list? Ohh wait, am I not your boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set your thinking straight. You don't have to live a life full of lies &amp;amp;&amp;amp; deceit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you got me confuse, very damn confuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me not to lie, so here I am, telling you honestly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I get scolded. So nice, very nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to know what you do behind my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause all I know, you got no time for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You dont have to say, what you did. I already know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the reason? Busy, busy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you took a chance, made other plans?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm not sure, you left me in doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So who are you actually? Hollywood star?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heyy, even Hollywood stars spent their time with their loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lied, you hid things from me. Did you cheat? I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh wait, you told me, what goes around, comes around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I'll just wait &amp;amp;&amp;amp; see what's coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if it's going to hit you hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I bet, it's going to be painful. A painful lesson to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't do anything wrong, but you blamed me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if you spread around the news to others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How bad I am, how mean I am towards you, I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't know all the ways I loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me, you love me, you don't want to leave me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why don't you have the time to spend your time with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what people say, I'm in love with you, honestly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't fill me with believe &amp;amp;&amp;amp; trust, but you fill me with doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do you turn to? Your boyfriend? Or someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everynight, I think about you, recalling the time I spent with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if you did the same too. All night, staring at the ceiling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause tomorrow might be good for something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I don't even sleep the whole night thinking about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm addicted, but you're the drug, that keeps me from dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy, I am losing my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm sorry, for whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7400225719827925043?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7400225719827925043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7400225719827925043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7400225719827925043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7400225719827925043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday_27.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-75353225171455762</id><published>2010-03-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:14:05.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna post a long story for today, gonna post something about special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you were right,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby I was lonely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You simply don't understand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How badly I need you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are not yourself lately,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I always needed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hold you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be close to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't race,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause love is not about the pace.&lt;br /&gt;If you left with no choice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't mourn, rejoice everytime you hear the sound of my voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-75353225171455762?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/75353225171455762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=75353225171455762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/75353225171455762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/75353225171455762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday_24.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7938725814967648168</id><published>2010-03-20T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:26:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Cold, windy, breezy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; freezing. I was shivering under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;I even had to wake up early in the morning to answer 'nature call'. Haaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do it once, but twice. Freezing cold, like as if it is winter season.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, I got a wake up text message from BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read her message, I smile very wide. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I just can't live the day when I didn't get a wake up text message from her.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, woke up, took my morning shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to meet bestie under the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;I went for a haircut. Haaaaaaa! I noticed something, every start of a new term, must cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a habit to me already. Except for holidays laa, I would keep my hair long, shoulder-length.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, after the haircut, accompanied bestie to fetch his younger brother at Toh Guan Rd.&lt;br /&gt;But before fetching his younger brother, we went to Jurong Point. Fuhhh, crowded!&lt;br /&gt;There's people gathering outside the Jurong Point entrance to observe the Freestyle Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the dance crew are teenagers, of course. You wouldn't expect an old man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, some of them really know how to impress us, the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;After observing them showing off their dance moves, took 187 to Toh Guan Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched his younger brother, accompanied him all the way to his house.&lt;br /&gt;After sending his younger brother home, walked all the way to the street soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! It was empty when me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ridhwan arrive at the street soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a single person kicking soccer ball. Then we stayed till 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; came a boy with a soccer ball. So yeahh, played for a while, 5-7 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home. Reached home, my brother decided to go to the night bazaar at West Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some food &amp;amp;&amp;amp; home sweet home. Haaaaa! Wokayy laa, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell deep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7938725814967648168?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7938725814967648168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7938725814967648168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7938725814967648168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7938725814967648168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday_20.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2515819218569731397</id><published>2010-03-18T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:43:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Wokay, today didn't go anywhere. Stayed at home for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, the most boring holiday ever! I didn't do anything at home.&lt;br /&gt;Except for eat, sleep, play games. That's all. Haaaaaaa! Pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went West Coast Park with family. Fly kite, oh gosh! I'm noob.&lt;br /&gt;Epic failure, I don't know how to fly a kite, before my brother taught me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a professional kite-flyer laaa, but so-so. Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on the bench, received a phone call, from an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;I answered the call, I hardly believe that it was gf. Haaaaaa! Damn, I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the evening, we talked on the phone. Ask her how she's doing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, tomorrow gf come home from her overseas trip. Can't wait. So eager. Grrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Thought of playing soccer on Saturday at West Coast Park. But afterall, still pending.&lt;br /&gt;Been, a week or two since I last played soccer. So yeahh, no fit. Haaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, till here. Ta-taaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2515819218569731397?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2515819218569731397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2515819218569731397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2515819218569731397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2515819218569731397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday_18.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4519801636265350331</id><published>2010-03-16T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:14:09.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Didn't manage to sleep peacefully this morning. I woke up every now &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because my heart do not feel so secured when she is not around? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I truly miss her? Or is it because I feel so lost without her? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I told myself, she is going overseas for just 4 days. Just 4 days, no more.&lt;br /&gt;Once she is back, then everything is going to be just fine, like the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from her in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;When she texted me that she was in the airport, my heart began to miss her deeply. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see, I couldn't bear how much I miss her. Words can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels so different when you spent your day looking at your handphone, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hey, something's not right. Everytime I look at my handphone, her picture would flash upon the handphone screen. Either she is calling me or had just send a text message.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ohh wow! I miss her. I miss her text-messaging me, dialling my number, talking on the phone &amp;amp;&amp;amp; listening to her cute laughters which makes me feel so overjoy.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for just an hour, I feel like I have been waiting for years for her return. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, today I did not go anywhere. I stayed at home, watching TV &amp;amp;&amp;amp; playing games.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, doing my Geography homework &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cleaning the house. Fuhhhh! Beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laa, that's all I want to post. Demam rindu laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truly miss you, Murni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4519801636265350331?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4519801636265350331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4519801636265350331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4519801636265350331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4519801636265350331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday_16.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-841857678855802402</id><published>2010-03-13T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:21:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today, met Murni a.k.a BabyBoo under the void deck at 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; proceeded to school before going to YISS for malay composition course.&lt;br /&gt;Then after waiting for the others to assemble in school, we had to wait for the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;We reached YISS at about, 8:50am? Around there laaa. Then headed straight to the venue.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the course went smoothly, but then, I became so, restless. Was leaning back, legs straight.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of closing my eyes for a moment, but then! I was afraid that I could fall asleep. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;The course was separated into two session. So, after the first session, there was a light refreshment.&lt;br /&gt;While some were having their light refreshment, me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gf disappear. Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;We skipped the second session &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went home, 'cause we got other plans.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, get changed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; headed straight to the Bukit Gombak MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT heading towards Jurong East. Our meeting point was at Jurong East MRT.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, after quite some time waiting for BabyBoo to appear, we took the EW line.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I swear, I honestly swear, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BabyBoo looks amazingly gorgeous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her coming out from the train, my jaw dropped to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, can't believe my eyes, she looks very pretty. She's the rose among the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, while we were heading to Plaza Singapura, had a cheerful conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just can't help it, but to hug her. My hands just couldn't stay still, but to lay on her hips.&lt;br /&gt;There was once, she said, 'U, u tk pegang handgrab. Nanti I jatuh tauu. Mcm ne?'&lt;br /&gt;Then I replied, 'Tkpe laa, kite jatuh same2.' Awww. Okayy daaaa! Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we reached Plaza Singapura, watched Danceworks &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went looking for BabyBoo's stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, we managed to buy 1 of BabyBoo's stuff, after 2-3 hours time spent in town. Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Got this scenario, I was eating Old Chang Kee, she was drinking Peach Red Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we sat outside KFC at Far East Plaza. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we saw a group of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I said to BabyBoo, 'U, pakaian dorg mcm band No Wonders sehh'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; she gave me that blur look, 'Huh? No Wonders?'&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, 'Yg nyanyi lagu Nobody But You tu laaaa.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then she laughed out loud &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said, 'U, bukan No Wonders laaa! Wonder Girls laa'&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like so paiseh siaaa. I replied, 'Ohh!' I laughed my ass off too.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny the fact that it was mesmerising. Cherished.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, proceeded to Lot One. So while we were in the bus, it rained, heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we had to stand while we were on the expressway.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Bukit Panjang, we found ourselve a seat. Woooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Luck was on our side. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, oh-oh! Haaaaa! A big OH-OH!&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Lot One, proceeded to Cotton On to buy BabyBoo's shorts. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;Then before heading home, ate our lunch? Dinner? Okayy, I don't know which one. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;But we ate food, that's for sure. I ate chicken rice, she ate kimchii noodle. Korean-obsession!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I love you, Murni. Then took the same bus &amp;amp;&amp;amp; she went home, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly play soccer, but I was wayy too tired after a long day out with BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;The longest time spent. Recorded on my calendar &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my heart. Wokayy laa, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I love you. I just can't imagine life without you, it will be disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need, never do I want to lose you. You complete me, baby. I love you, Murni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't forget the quality time spent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you, Murni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-841857678855802402?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/841857678855802402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=841857678855802402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/841857678855802402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/841857678855802402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday_13.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8710240490873232441</id><published>2010-03-10T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:22:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Yipeee! Had an amazing day today. Spent most of my time with BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school together, went home from school together. Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, today's lesson, hmm, let me see. Ahhhhhhh! Before school starts, it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it started drizzling when I was with BabyBoo under the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;There was another lovebirds, haaa! Sebok laaa dorg. Ishhh! Haaaa! Gurau laa.&lt;br /&gt;But they look sweet together. Tapi belom matair, ape daaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Something happened along the way when we were on our way to school. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you guys what is it, it remains as a secret. Between me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BabyBoo. Shhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;We head straight to our classroom, as our morning assembly was in class due to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my form teacher showed us our CA1 results. Like woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I passed every subject, but damn! I did badly for english and combined humanities.&lt;br /&gt;I got F9 for English, I wasn't sure about the combined humanities, I got C6 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; was disappointed with my combined science.&lt;br /&gt;I aced in chemistry, but biology pulls me down. Damn down siaaaaaaaaa! My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;I would not want this to happen again, I want to get B3 for my biology. I want to! Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, pretty delighted to see my results. Weeeee! But cannot be complacent lorrr.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, I skipped everything, now let's go to the photo-taking session.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was normal, was fine, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; when it comes to fun shot, it's horrible! Hahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;They took fun shot twice, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; twice of the fun shot, I came falling from behind.&lt;br /&gt;All because of several of my classmates were pushing us from behind.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how would it look on the picture itself. Hahahahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, spent a short time with BabyBoo as she doesn't have cheerleading today.&lt;br /&gt;But she was a lil' bit tired, so yeahh, allowed her to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my way home, saw Farhan. Reached home, change, lie on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I received a phone call, from BabyBoo. Chit-chatted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughed. Wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Something happened while otp, oh-oh! Secret BabyBoo, secret. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I seemed to love it. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sygg. Haaaaaaaaa! I love my gf, Murni. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; happy 1 month-sary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I won't forget what happened today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8710240490873232441?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8710240490873232441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8710240490873232441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8710240490873232441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8710240490873232441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday_10.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-214401771884102551</id><published>2010-03-09T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:36:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>I was awaken by a phone call, early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;From someone special, it was none other than BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me whether I wanna go to school with her or not, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I told her, I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Was so damn glad to go to school together with BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, can't express how happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about stuffs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off we went to school, together with Farhan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Liyana.&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful day today, very wonderful. Smiles, laughters &amp;amp;&amp;amp; jokes. Haaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then after school had Gym Club. Fuhhh, few people turned up. About, 5-6 people only.&lt;br /&gt;Gym ended at about 5:30pm. Then headed to the concourse, chilled with Gym mates.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, talking craps &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughing out loud. Haaaaa! Waited for BabyBoo to end her tarian.&lt;br /&gt;Then after she had done with her tarian, accompanied her to the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;After she had board the bus home, I went home sweet home. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't forget all the time spent, quality time spent I mean. Woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, can't wait for tomorrow, gonna go to school with her again, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; again, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed today, the morning assembly, the jokes cracked &amp;amp;&amp;amp; quality time spent.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh! What more should I ask for? Haaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, got to go, gonna go have my dinner &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I musn't eat so much, 'cause my gym training will all lead to waste. Heeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, ta-taaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few hours left before the clock struck midnight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you something, you make my night bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-214401771884102551?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/214401771884102551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=214401771884102551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/214401771884102551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/214401771884102551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2024343611446954942</id><published>2010-03-08T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:30:42.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Had PE lesson in the early monday morning. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I woke up quite early today, woke up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I woke up that early, so I went to sit on the sofa in my living room while watching Tv.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually waiting for BabyBoo to call me, eventually she did, but I was having my shower.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, so today didn't go to school together. If only I wait a little bit longer, if only she call me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;We should have went to school together. But oh well, can't really blame her though.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, had shuttle-run during PE lesson, supposedly do standing broad jump too.&lt;br /&gt;But our PE teacher promised us 1 solid free game period. So, the boys didn't do standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;Yippeeee! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I didn't do my best on my shuttle-run. I got 9.80 seconds. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;I remember there's someone who told me, when doing shuttle run, use our hand closest to the brick to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I didn't follow his/her advice, I went to use my left hand instead of my closest hand, which is the right hand.&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a delay, waste precious of seconds. Timing really does matter anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Then after shuttle run, had soccer. After PE had geography. Okayy, I didn't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't give my 100% for geography. I couldn't even absorb the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowing down, pfft. But nothing's get in the way, let me get the rhythm &amp;amp;&amp;amp; vwala!&lt;br /&gt;Had maths lesson during the last 2 period, well, I obtained 25/30 for my maths test. Braaavo!&lt;br /&gt;That's when complacency sets in, dude. Never do I want to get complacent &amp;amp;&amp;amp; arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, after school, went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got myself a much needed break after a long day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to that special someone, I wanted to spend my time with you after school before your trip overseas.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't bear how much I miss you when you go away. So badly, very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I lied to you, truly. Wokayy laa, till here. Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what you intent to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you got me coming back to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2024343611446954942?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2024343611446954942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2024343611446954942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2024343611446954942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2024343611446954942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday_08.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3226959129091537093</id><published>2010-03-06T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:43:53.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Wokayy, just finished chatting with BabyBoo &amp;amp;&amp;amp; currently listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhh, whole day at home, boring? Yes, I should say. But hella no in the evening. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy evening with BabyBoo. I was so hype up. Pfft, wokayy, can't tell you whyy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; hell yeahh! Im using my brother's Creative Zen Neeon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; nahh, I don't mind if it's outdated. Still functionable, in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, even though my handphone's gone, I still can depend on the mp3 for musics.&lt;br /&gt;Todayy I did nothing, except for playing game &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watching Finding Nemo on Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;After watching Finding Nemo, ate Double McSpicy. My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;It's so big, I have to press hard on the burger, to make it flat.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I took one of the chicken fillet out, McSpicy, then eat the chicken fillet by its own.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was damn bloated! Very damn bloated!&lt;br /&gt;Short post for today, 'cause I don't have much idea what to write. Huhuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, ta-taaaaaaaaa! I love you, Murni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 days &amp;amp;&amp;amp; counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BabyBoo, soon kayy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3226959129091537093?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3226959129091537093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3226959129091537093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3226959129091537093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3226959129091537093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7790969781610695425</id><published>2010-03-04T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:48:33.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Time check, now is 9:34pm. I received a phone call from BabyBoo earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, that was sweet. I love you too, gf. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I won't let you slip away kayy?&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, currently listening to the radio. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm all stressed up, very stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, lots of them, left undone. Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to be a minced meat by the end of tomorrow. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIOK. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haaaaa! I pass Chemistry, Maths, Malay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Food&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Biology, English, Geography. Pfft, just gonna work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Social studies test paper will be return to us tomorrow. Hope I pass, hope.&lt;br /&gt;Wokay laa, I've got to go complete my assignments which are undone or incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most importantly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the only one in my heart &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mind. Ily-M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7790969781610695425?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7790969781610695425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7790969781610695425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7790969781610695425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7790969781610695425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7026432763684194392</id><published>2010-03-03T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:53:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Tears after tears after tears after tears, sigh. I'm grieving, choking on my very own tears.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be sleeping today 'cause my pillows are way too wet.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if it just came out from the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Till I find a replacement pillow, then I'll fall asleep or stare on blank space.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I cried way much more on you than I did on my previous ex's.&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how great I need you so much, I can't express how great my love towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Saying 'I love you' is simple, yeahh, I myself notice that.&lt;br /&gt;But each and every single day, these words grow inside me, so does the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling isn't new to me, it developed way back then, way back when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the courage to tell you, neither do I have the magic formula to make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;The girl I've been longing for, was you. The secrets I kept in my heart, for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you from far. Suddenly, cupid struck me with his arrow, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb-founded, I didn't know what to do, but to confess it to you, my sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, guess life is fair after all. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I will always, will always, love you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; even at worst part, I told myself what you said wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I fall too deep in love with you? God knows the answer.&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, stay true to yourself, you don't have to pity, symphatise me.&lt;br /&gt;Stick to what you do best, don't have to regret what you did.&lt;br /&gt;'cause in the beginning, I was the one who didn't want to repel, I want to attract, to you.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who was so stubborn, don't want to lose you, but to have you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost like a penguin in the middle of the desert without you, love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ohh, it's no ordinary love. Just sometimes, fairytale don't seem to have happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why bookwriters wrote happy endings in fairytale?&lt;br /&gt;'cause they want their readers to feel, 'Awww, such a great fairytale, I wanna be like them.'&lt;br /&gt;Step into reality, there's no fairy godmother, no elves nor dwarves, nor kings &amp;amp;&amp;amp; queens.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't take love to be as perfect as it seems, maybe you see the flaws, maybe you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Before I end the post for today, ask yourself, have you ever been true to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wish to see us apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want it that way then,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7026432763684194392?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7026432763684194392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7026432763684194392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7026432763684194392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7026432763684194392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-740230441383837816</id><published>2010-03-01T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:52:40.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Wokayy, today had PE lesson. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? I fell, buttock first on the ground while kicking a soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it hurts! Haaaaaaaa! When I recall the moment I fell, it was kinda funny though.&lt;br /&gt;I swung my legs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; vwala! Hahahaaaaaaaaa! Well, had this so called NAPFA trial run.&lt;br /&gt;The boys did chin-ups &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sit-ups. Hehh! Wokayy, after PE, had geography.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate in class during geography. I felt so restless, sleepy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't even run a mile. So why the heck do I feel so exhausted? I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Ate chicken chop during recess. Fuhhhh! Sedaaaaap! Hehhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Had chemistry, well, I wonder why Miss.Lim didn't enter the class. But oh well! Doesn't really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaa! Had mother tongue language after chemistry &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BabyBoo's left-eye was turning red.&lt;br /&gt;I told her to take the contact lens off. I told her while on our way to school, yet, she still wear it.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr! Stubborn but loving girlfriend. Haaaaaa! I love my girlfriend, so much. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;So after mother tongue language, had maths. Well, the topic was about areas, volumes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lengths.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't say it's too easy nor too hard. It's do-able. Haaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, cannot forget to revise for maths matrices test on Friday! Must maintain the score.&lt;br /&gt;After school, spent some time with BabyBoo before flagging a cab for her. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you say you're good at something, it's not bragging. It's called honesty. Who agrees?&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! Wokayy laaa, got to go. Well, hoping for iPad, iPhone, Xbox 360 or PS3. Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Hoping jerrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Can someone buy me iPad for my birthday gift? Please. Haaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, BabyBoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-740230441383837816?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/740230441383837816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=740230441383837816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/740230441383837816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/740230441383837816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6170617526620675624</id><published>2010-02-28T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:47:00.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so f*ck'd up! I cannot use my handphone any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I on my handphone, my handphone doesn't load like the way it used to.&lt;br /&gt;It just crashes every single time I on my handphoone. F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!&lt;br /&gt;Now no handphone, pfft. Wokayy, brush that aside, gonna talk about todayy.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to West Mall together with bestie, print picture of himself &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;After that, took the MRT to Bugis. Saw Rizam &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his family while on the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis to buy watch. After buying the watch, went to Banquet to have our meal.&lt;br /&gt;Ate chicken rice, drank dark chocolate. Awwwwwwwwww, yummy! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went to Ikea at Queenstown. Bought something &amp;amp;&amp;amp; home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, exhausted, but I can't sleep. I've got homeworks to do, piles of them. F*ck!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, after publishing this post, gonna read story book &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to do my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;Then after doing my homeworks, gonna sleep. For tomorrow is schooling. Brrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is about time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6170617526620675624?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6170617526620675624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6170617526620675624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6170617526620675624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6170617526620675624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday_28.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6740310841292909708</id><published>2010-02-27T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:59:26.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Wokayy, in the morning, I had CIP also know as Flag Day.&lt;br /&gt;We helped out the red cross society in collecting donations.&lt;br /&gt;This is by far, the most slackest CIP ever! I can't tell you why laaa, but for me, the most slackest.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Then after the CIP, waited for BabyBoo outside school.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatted, laughed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sent her to the bus-stop. Then after she board the bus, went home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted after the CIP, then went to my bed and sleep. Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then received text message from BabyBoo at around 4+.&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing nothing except for msn-ing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; browse game forums. Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, till here. Ta-taaaaaaaaa! Piles of homeworks to be done.&lt;br /&gt;After doing the homeworks, gonna read Charlie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant help but want you more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dita Von Teese, Katy Perry, Selena Gomez &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Taylor Serabai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6740310841292909708?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6740310841292909708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6740310841292909708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6740310841292909708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6740310841292909708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday_27.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1627122721852756139</id><published>2010-02-24T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:06:18.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Life's been colourful, been laughing, enjoying &amp;amp;&amp;amp; been loving.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, I don't really have an idea of what to post.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm being random aye? Wokayy, I've been reading Charlie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;It is as much alike the movie. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I read the story book, makes me feel so hungry siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they always talk about chocolate &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sweets. Oh myy!&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could be Mr.Willy Wonka. Can own the whole chocolate empire. Wahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, hehh! Wokayy, academically, I'm coping well. Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, my dream career is to be a pharmacist. So, whenever someone falls sick, I prepare medicine for them.&lt;br /&gt;Savior. Heeeee! Currently doing nothing, except for text-messaging BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, gonna have my dinner &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gonna continue reading Charlie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just confuse about it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1627122721852756139?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1627122721852756139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1627122721852756139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1627122721852756139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1627122721852756139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday_24.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1632096541820484005</id><published>2010-02-21T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:49:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Wokayy, before I post anything about today, let me post about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to VivoCity with bestie, Ridhwan. Met him at my block's void deck at around 4.&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go, took 188 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; luckily there wasn't any traffic jam. Weeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;My actual intent was to buy a long-sleeve shirt or a sweater. 'Cause I notice I got none in my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, once we reached VivoCity, we went to Pull &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Under the new collection section, saw some nice sweater, the price was affordable.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to try it on, then while I was in the fitting room, I was making up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Either to buy the sweater or, just look around. So I made up my mind of just looking around.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Topman. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just like the routine we did in Pull &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bear, just looking around.&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes the funny part. I was squeezing my brain to find out what's not in my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; vwalaaaa! My boxer! I wanna replace several of my boxers with new ones.&lt;br /&gt;So, decided to go Tangs. Hahaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we headed towards the men's section.&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what? I don't really know the size of my waist. So, we were talking about the model's private part.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaaa! Then we start comparing, who's private part bigger. Aiy0 y0!&lt;br /&gt;Ridhwan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was laughing like mad! Funny siaaaa! Then we also look at how tight the boxers are.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Tsk3, my goodness! Then after choosing the boxer I wanted, we proceeded to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Ridhwan, 'Ehh, kalau aku pakai longgah macam mane? Ikot aku uhh, gi Fitting Room.'&lt;br /&gt;Then followed me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he went inside the same fitting room as me. Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa! Then we start laughing so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the person in the cubicle beside us was like,&lt;br /&gt;'What the hell is happening? Why are there 2 different voice in the same cubicle?'&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! But rest assure, we didn't do anything. We laughed our ass off inside the cubicle only. Then after laughing our ass off, we proceed to the counter &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off we go to meet other besties in town.&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our way to meet the other besties, saw Zuhaili &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Dinah. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, went to meet besties in Clarke Quay, had fun playing Battlefield 2 though. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about, midnight I guess, can't remember. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Texted BabyBoo that I reached home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to sleep. In overall, yesterday, was funniest day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; todayy, went to meet Aisha to get my earpiece, actually, I planned to buy cookie for BabyBoo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then, it rained, heavily. Aiy0 y0! So, I'll go at night. Weeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He told me to pose like the model,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; snap a picture of me with the boxer. Hahaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1632096541820484005?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1632096541820484005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1632096541820484005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1632096541820484005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1632096541820484005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8965219348028835131</id><published>2010-02-17T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:21:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Wokayy, just finished playing online game.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh so addicted to games.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, currently text-messaging gf &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watching Criss Angel Mindfreak on Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;Today's school wasn't that bad. I don't know why I got so hyper during F&amp;amp;&amp;amp;N.&lt;br /&gt;All the crap-talking, all the shit-stuffs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; silly jokes. Fuhhh, made my dayy.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy laaa, I've got to go, nk tngk TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna I wanna,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pop tart now, Righhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht nowwwwwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8965219348028835131?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8965219348028835131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8965219348028835131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8965219348028835131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8965219348028835131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday_17.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3558635770542376082</id><published>2010-02-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:20:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Time now is 11:06 Pm.&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, currently listening to music, downloading musics &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watching 'My Super Ex-Girlfriend.'&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! It's kinda funny though. So yeahh, stayed at home for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, I should be playing soccer in the afternoon. But then, the pain on my neck is not getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Painful. Well, here's the story. I was having my shower last night, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then, while I was towel-drying my hair, the veins on my neck 'twitched'.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was like, 'What the hell?!'. Then I tried turning to the right side, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I felt the sharp pain.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhh! Now, feel a little bit better, but it still hurts. So, after having my shower last night, went to meet Erica.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she dialled my handphone number &amp;amp;&amp;amp; invited me to join her for some conversation at her void deck.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatted, laughed, played card, shared stories &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even reminisce old days. Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was just me, her &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Taufiq. Taufiq came at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so loud, almost the whole flat could hear us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;That is when you group 3 jokers from 4 Pearl together. You just can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We actually didn't realise that we chit-chatted till midnight! Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with my head tilting to the left-side. Hahahaaa! Aiy0 y0!&lt;br /&gt;Before went to sleep, think about my baby. Wonder what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh! Wokayy laaaa, I've got to upload the songs I've downloaded to my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm gonna watch White Chicks. Wooooo! Wokayy then, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, 68764.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3558635770542376082?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3558635770542376082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3558635770542376082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3558635770542376082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3558635770542376082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday_13.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7109220581977411064</id><published>2010-02-10T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:09:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Today's the best dayy of my life! Hahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it day and night &amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally, it came true.&lt;br /&gt;I received a text-message from baby, which really really makes me feel so, damn delighted.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, today went to school alone, was feeling, awkward.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today she didn't come to school, I was like, aww damn! I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Asek pusing belakang tngk tmpt duduk dier jerrr.&lt;br /&gt;Had Food &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nutrition after recess for 5 periods, I was shivering, so damn cold lorrr!&lt;br /&gt;Little that I knew that it was raining. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Hahhh!&lt;br /&gt;After school has ended, went straight home, took a short nap &amp;amp;&amp;amp; woke up at about, 8pm+.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ninja Warrior &amp;amp;&amp;amp; switched on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Played online game &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chatted with baby. Hope she's feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, got to go have my dinner. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You freeze my night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause you know I want to spent my time with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7109220581977411064?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7109220581977411064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7109220581977411064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7109220581977411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7109220581977411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday_10.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4228612012294589187</id><published>2010-02-06T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:06:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Woaaaaaaaaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from soccer, fuuhhhhh! Damn tiring lorrr!&lt;br /&gt;But had fun though. Lotsa fun! Hahaaa! The best soccer moment ever.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I played goalkeeper, hahaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; maintained clean sheet, for like, 4-5 times?&lt;br /&gt;There was once, I wanted to achieve 3 clean sheets in a row, but then, didn't achieved.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I enjoyed the match. We won like, more than 5? Perhaps 10? Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Fastest game was like, within a minute! Slowest game was like, 45 minutes! Hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Not lying. Huhuuu! Then after playing soccer, went to the nearby playground, lay under the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Text-messaged Baby Boo. Huhuuuu! She was with her family. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ohh! I miss my waterbed.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaa! Wokayy laaa, now off to having my shower.&lt;br /&gt;After my shower, gonna have my dinner. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; latest news! I got diarrhea! Aaaaaaaaargghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Guess what? While playing soccer, I told my bestie, 'Ehh dok, klau aku kene rembat kat perot, beh nmpk bende2 cokelat kt lantai, tu taik aku tauu.'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaa! Then he laughed his @$$ off. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then got once, the opponent struck the ball, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hits my genitals. Hahahahaa! My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Senak laaa sehhh! Naseb tk kene perot, klau tk terkincit on the spot oii! Phewwww!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy2, that's all for today, it's a wrap! Huhuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hug,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The romance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The laughters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cherish without telling you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4228612012294589187?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4228612012294589187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4228612012294589187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4228612012294589187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4228612012294589187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5548042425126836363</id><published>2010-02-03T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:58:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Today went to school without any hairstyle. Hahh!&lt;br /&gt;So damn funny lor! My hair still short, so if I don't use wax or gel, my hair looks like a mop.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I don't really care though. Huhuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Wokayy, today had CME, Mathematics, English and Food &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;During CME, I wasn't paying much attention, I was busy organising my books on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;So had no idea what my form teacher was talking about. Brrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, had Mathematics, well, can't put on my 100% concentration.&lt;br /&gt;Was bothered by something which makes me feel so, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I cheered myself up during English lesson. So yeahh, boost my morale up. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I remember this, I'm not alone dear loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;After recess had Food &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nutrition. Managed to complete the task given by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I left out the rest because it's not important for you guys to know. So yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;So stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I don't,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd have to lose everything just to find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5548042425126836363?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5548042425126836363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5548042425126836363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5548042425126836363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5548042425126836363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2971734974958303660</id><published>2010-02-02T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:30:40.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Been some time since I update this blog. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;So, life has been, dramatic, insane, funny, wild &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Like a roller-coaster ride. I paid for a single ride of thrill, but I'm stuck for life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm keep stressing myself on studies. O levels sehhh, not PSLE. Hahh!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, that's all for now. Can't think of anything to sayy.&lt;br /&gt;Later if I got anything to write down, then I update. For now, got to go.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just get back up on your feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2971734974958303660?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2971734974958303660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2971734974958303660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2971734974958303660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2971734974958303660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1329476485074680265</id><published>2010-01-10T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:57:03.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hehhh! I'm baaaaaaaaack. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a long time since I updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily not that dusty laaa. So yeahh, been enjoying life lately, really mehh?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. Haaa! So yeahh, I want to list down several of my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No more shit-stuffs, if you guys know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;2)No more getting into whole lotsa trouble.&lt;br /&gt;3)Get good grades for 'O' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;4)Get what I need rather than what I want.&lt;br /&gt;5)Reduce playing online games.&lt;br /&gt;6)Differentiate what lust, like &amp;amp;&amp;amp; affection than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, that's all I can think of. Hahh! Wokayy, gtg.&lt;br /&gt;Will update when I got the time to. Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I start reminiscing days when I'm with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept thinking, whether my love for you is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if falling for you is one crazy life encounter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I say, nothing in this world is comparable to your smile &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say Earth has 7 wonders,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I prove them wrong, I said there's 8, 1 to ponder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 of the missing wonder is you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm truely, deeply in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1329476485074680265?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1329476485074680265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1329476485074680265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1329476485074680265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1329476485074680265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4206905711386761826</id><published>2009-12-26T02:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:22:39.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Time now 3am. Can't sleep, currently chatting with Hudy. Makes me feel so, dumb. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I show you guys the conversation we having. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enlarge, zoom or whatever you call it if you can't read the convo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better still, go get magnifying glasses. Hahaaa! Joking lerrrrrr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want then it's okayy, but I bet you guys will be ROFLYAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Roll On Floor Laughing Your Asses Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419251220741917074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUMRdjsiZI/AAAAAAAAANY/TAxrL3mCx5k/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419251512784800738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUMidgJS-I/AAAAAAAAANg/c6OOmQMiAHw/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419251862839402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUM21jqnsI/AAAAAAAAANo/z9CvZRpjY5c/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419252316652926258" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUOaMvBhYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/M8TlJL2Fy7I/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419253854789140466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUOqyJff_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/KdJnu7G4IXg/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419254196326635810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUO-qeYGSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/svLsFgaP9Rc/s400/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4206905711386761826?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4206905711386761826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4206905711386761826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4206905711386761826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4206905711386761826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday_26.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzUMRdjsiZI/AAAAAAAAANY/TAxrL3mCx5k/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1154542972199694142</id><published>2009-12-25T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:10:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today woke up in the morning, about 11:30 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to take my shower at 12nn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quickly took my shower, dressed in jeans &amp;amp;&amp;amp; t-shirt &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to meet Haris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Al-Khair mosque for my friday prayers. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? My buttock felt so numb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahaaa! 'Cause we sat too long, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; some more, we sat on a slope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gravity were pulling us which cause my buttock to feel so numb. Hahaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After praying, went to buy food. Hungry oii! Then settled down somewhere near Hari's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chit-chatted with him about Modesto's. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ohh! I miss Modesto's merry much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiyoooooooooooo! Kalau laaa org tuu tk supervise aku, aku da setia kekal lamer kt saner daaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's okayy, experience maaa, as long as I learn something in the 'working world'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeahh, currently doing nothing except for listening to radio &amp;amp;&amp;amp; text messaging Haris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to those who wonder, how come I got the old pictures I uploaded on f'book, don't ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I myself don't know how I got the old pictures. Hahahaa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was searching for songs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; suddenly found old pictures. So, I uploaded it lorrr. Hehhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss the old days merry much! Pictures do lies, but memories won't die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeahhh, gonna go sleep I guess. See how laaa, if got mood, play games. Hahaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought my life was ruined, but then, I got a suprise, a big suprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I'm lucky enough to &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; promote to secondary 5 but heyy, that's my big suprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it turns my whole life around, completely. Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wokae, I've got to go. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Merry Christmas! Wooohooo! 6 more dayys to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I don't have any idea what to write down on my new year's resolution. Hehh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Simon Cowell quitting American Idol? Woahhhhhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I miss someone very much, a friend. 'Cause I can't sleep without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419186535685870130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzTRcS8i0jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jD4dasQkNpg/s400/38119282927462l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We produce a great chemistry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes is set on you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can say I'm a fool,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But ain't a fool to fall for you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1154542972199694142?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1154542972199694142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1154542972199694142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1154542972199694142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1154542972199694142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday_25.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SzTRcS8i0jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jD4dasQkNpg/s72-c/38119282927462l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1635071316067002674</id><published>2009-12-24T04:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:04:06.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>It's 4:51am. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing nothing except for playing PSP.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, at about midnight, went to accompany one of my bestie under my block.&lt;br /&gt;He got this hangover thingy stuck on him, so, had to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off we went to meet another of my bestie somewhere at Brickland Road.&lt;br /&gt;Talked for hours &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cab-ed our way home. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;Pity him lorrrr, got freedom, doesn't last for months, not even weeks! Haiy0 y0!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae laa, maybe going out with bestie to VivoCity later on. As usual, cam-whoring. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I need to frown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't have clowns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is there a need for me to judge someone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To entertain me the way I want,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I being so sensitive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; all I do is, to smile widely showing off my bugs bunny teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1635071316067002674?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1635071316067002674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1635071316067002674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1635071316067002674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1635071316067002674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday_24.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1704599560080272375</id><published>2009-12-23T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:56:29.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to music, just stopped playing online game.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm bored, damn bored. Haiyaaaaaa! Clueless. Brrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, I had the worst nightmare ever this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Not one nightmare, but two nightmare! Woooaahhhhh! Scares the sh*t out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily manage to fall back asleep. Hehhh! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want to watch Alvin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Chipmunks 2!&lt;br /&gt;So baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadly! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, will blog if I got something to share.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, I received a letter from NS. I'm too young to go for NS. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too pain to endure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1704599560080272375?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1704599560080272375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1704599560080272375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1704599560080272375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1704599560080272375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8447847756046931594</id><published>2009-12-21T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:43:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Cramps everywhere! Even on my neck, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, yesterday slept at 1030pm+ I guess, 'cause I was wayy too tired after playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Then woke up at 2am+, I was like, 'Why in the world do I have to wake up so early in the morning?'&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to sleep at 230am+. Woke up at 140pm+ I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Played online game till now. Hahaaa! After posting, maybe going to have my dinner &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ZZzZZz.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae laa, got nothing much to say for today, ta-taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's no suprise, 'cause I'm quitting smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the right price,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have my heart like it's the last slice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8447847756046931594?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8447847756046931594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8447847756046931594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8447847756046931594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8447847756046931594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4740705313977688556</id><published>2009-12-19T09:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:18:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Time now is 9:40am.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I woke up early today, 'cause I myself don't have the answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;I think because of just now, I was sleeping, then suddenly heard car honking at the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;Klau skali dua kali tkpe, ni byk kali. Beh ape lagi, aku terbngn laaa, nk tido pn susah.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly got person shouted, 'Hoii! Fcuk you laaa!'&lt;br /&gt;Teros tk horn! Hahahahaaa! Blm aku lagi, aku jerit, 'Hoii! Noisy you know! People want to sleep!' Hahahaa! Cheyy, aku raser pitching lari kot. Hahahaaa! Baek2 nk step fierce, org ktawerkn nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? Smlm, slepas dpt result, went home. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I took the elevator on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Spatutnye, naek lift tu kene picit tingkat 5, beh jalan tepi corridor, beh turun tangge tingkat 4.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ape aku buat? Aku tekan butang tingkat 4! Hahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Aku tk sadar yg aku naek lift side laen, ingatkn lift sbla rumah aku.&lt;br /&gt;Teros aku keluar, aku bobal sendiri, 'Ehhh! Ni kt mane ni? Alaaaa! Salah naek lift laaa! Ishhh!'&lt;br /&gt;Teros naek tingkat 5, jalan tepi corridor, beh turun tangge. Spanjang jalan tu, aku senyum sorg.&lt;br /&gt;Ape daaaaaaa aku ni. Haii, pelik pelik. Tkpe laa, naseb baek tkde org nmpk.&lt;br /&gt;Klau tidak, org ckp 'This boy haaa, mad people. Talk to himself, then smile alone, crazy.'&lt;br /&gt;So, currently reading my inbox from my hotmail &amp;amp;&amp;amp; text messages.&lt;br /&gt;I hate waking up in the morning, why?!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know what to do! I'm a type of person who wakes up at about 12nn everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nocturnal. Later in the afternoon, gonna go meet best-buddy, Haris.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause gonna send my guitar for servicing. Been 1,2 months since I played guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa! Aiy0 y0! Wokae laaa, ta-taaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my prepaid has finished, so yeahh, can't reply. Wait till, 25th December or so.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, got promoted to Sec 5. 3 words, I'm lovin' it. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416765524670579314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Syw3i6GSgnI/AAAAAAAAANI/-Uio7kG0elM/s400/SANY4251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I, just set them up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The progress were killing me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the reward dumb-strucked me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4740705313977688556?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4740705313977688556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4740705313977688556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4740705313977688556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4740705313977688556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Syw3i6GSgnI/AAAAAAAAANI/-Uio7kG0elM/s72-c/SANY4251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4069545163853897815</id><published>2009-12-18T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:07:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning, showered &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to have my friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Was really hoping that I could get promoted to Secondary 5 next year, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;After taking my shower, went to dress up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Came home after prayers 'cause I didn't wear my school shirt.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went searching around my house, but then, there's no school pants.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to wear soccer shorts &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cougar PE shirt &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Macbeth shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Wore my watch &amp;amp;&amp;amp; look at my anklet, which is my good luck charm, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to school. Saw the new principal, Mr.Bow. Well, he sounded the same like Robin Williams.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usually, they show us our performance graph. Was damn happy with the performance graph.&lt;br /&gt;To those who managed to score distinctions, congratulations. I'm not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, my heart beat so fast, so hard that I can almost feel it on my throat.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like as if my balls were pierced, my ass were squeezed, head were ready to burst.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared. So damn scared, the day I've been waiting for my life.&lt;br /&gt;Take it, or leave it, it's my choice to pick.&lt;br /&gt;So, the retainees, Sirin, Syahirah, Zuhaili &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Murni got promoted. Sirin aced the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;All four of them got it in the hall, while I, was on hold.&lt;br /&gt;They say I have to pay my school fees, so, I immediately went down to the General Office.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to ask for my results. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I've gotten the result slip here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if any of you guys or girls wish to know whether I promoted or not, text, call or msn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when I thought I was going down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got back-up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I turn it all around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4069545163853897815?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4069545163853897815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4069545163853897815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4069545163853897815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4069545163853897815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7335301363327156476</id><published>2009-12-10T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:39:55.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Diarrheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'll update once after my diarrhea is completely gone. Like completely!&lt;br /&gt;Like 100%! Like fully! Like everything is okay! Like everything is back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;Like, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7335301363327156476?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7335301363327156476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7335301363327156476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7335301363327156476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7335301363327156476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1881515668985595710</id><published>2009-12-08T03:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:54:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week has not been much of up's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wokae la, don't know what to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently no job, so, stuck at home till end of 2009, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, gonna go play my online game. Ta-taaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope, you give me strength,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd give you better than I could ever give myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always know that, I got your back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't matter wherever, because we'll always be together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1881515668985595710?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1881515668985595710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1881515668985595710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1881515668985595710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1881515668985595710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-9066724140419231997</id><published>2009-11-29T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:33:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Heyyy dear readers! Sorry for not updating for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with outings, games &amp;amp;&amp;amp; activities.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, recently went out with bestfriends to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; dpt pujians, kembang? Might be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, I just came back from home after playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, injuries here &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there. Right leg giving problems. Left wrist has not been okay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, I injured my left foot. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can't walk fucking properly.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna clear the bone that has been sticking out from my left wrist, don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking painful whenever I try grab on things or whenever I put my head on my left wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Surgery punn surgery laa. Aslkn pulih sudahhh. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, life's been, crappy? Sucky?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got my beloved girlfriend, who can take care of me day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; night, through thick &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thin. Sorry I brought down chat box &amp;amp;&amp;amp; archives. Just wanna let this blog rot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's fucking rare to see me online in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a bad bad year for me, haiya. Wish 2009 could pass &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; easily. Just 1 more month to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year is the most open heartbreak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; whenever I come to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; problem, I just broke down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn these crazy emotions. It's fucking hurtful, really is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I just wanna give up, but I know I shouldn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause if my friends can do it, why shouldn't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can give hopeful words to my friends, why shouldn't I just give it to myself instead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can help my friends stay strong, keep their feet on the ground, why shouldn't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could just trade shoes with someone else, so they can feel the way I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; every single night, I kept thinking about it. Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it fucking affects my future. I've moulded my future perfectly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; after &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;problem arise, I've been stuck-up, fed-up, fucked-up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sick of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeahh2, life is always unfair, it's all up to me to make it fair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why we got good &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bad people. I just can't keep dragging my failure with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sometimes, shit happens, the failure I've done back then, recurring in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I don't wish to see it happen. 'Cause when it hurts, it hurts like no other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most painful disease or illness is, when your heart is fucking smashed into fucking pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will get a very hard time healing your heart, 'cause there is not other way to heal a broken heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; for my situation, it's really fucking bad. I swear it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I just want &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; to be back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having a dad, is one, having a mum, is two, having both parents, is just my birthday wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I tried every fucking alternatives to forget that problem.&lt;br /&gt;I drank, I smoked, I chilled, but to no fucking avail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't got sixth sense, nor do I believe in instincts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But yes do I believe in miracles. I do believe in miracles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you, for everything I just couldn't do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I've hurt myself, by hurting you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know, you are beautiful in every single way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ain't the girl I found on Earth, you are the girl I found in my wildest dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you've been by my side supporting me, pulling me back up on my feet when I fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can take me higher, high above the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I ain't got wealth, but the love you gave me, is what I'm looking for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In life, I learn these, good things, comes to good people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a life-long healthy relationship, comes to those who waits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This, I wrote for you, my ever sweetheart that have been patient with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; only you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-9066724140419231997?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9066724140419231997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=9066724140419231997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/9066724140419231997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/9066724140419231997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday_29.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2292999391414030844</id><published>2009-11-26T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:07:57.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Time now is 2:09am. Wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why in the world am I not going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, currently doing nothing, except for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;After blogging, gonna lay on my bed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; play PSP till the early morning, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Unless if I really really have to go to sleep. Heeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, life's been, shaky. Haii. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what, I guess I injured my right ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot walk for too long, sooner or later, I will feel discomfort on my right ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I've been thinking, whether to remove the bone on my left wrist or not.&lt;br /&gt;It's protruding out. Very scaaaaaaaaary siaaaa. Scared if one day, I couldn't be able to use my left wrist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If I go for operation on my left wrist, have to come out some money, but I don't even have a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaaaa. Hoping that I would get a job. Wokae laaa, till here. Ta-taaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't compare which is right or wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2292999391414030844?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2292999391414030844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2292999391414030844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2292999391414030844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2292999391414030844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday_26.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-16110897350088403</id><published>2009-11-24T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:05:30.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Wokae, I gonna update from Friday till today.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, around 11pm+, went to West Coast Park with beloved bestfriends, Azri, Haris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Azri drove Mitsubishi Lancer, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; woahhhh! Like Gran Tourismo driver. Hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;He sped his car to about 120km/h. My god! I was in the car screaming like a girl!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa! While the rest were enjoying. Haiyaaa! Then proceeded home from West Coast Park at about 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Then slept till the next morning. Wokae, now Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kinda tired due to the outing to West Coast Park. Had 5-6 hours of sleep only.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, went to take my morning shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to the soccer field, 'cause I got friendly match.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? Only 8 players turn up. Was f*cked up, not in the mood to play siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wasn't suprise with the score. Went home after the friendly match &amp;amp;&amp;amp; took my shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slept till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, had soccer tournament at Tampines. Woke up, texted my team-mates &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to take my morning shower.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Jurong East. After all had gathered, went to Tampines. It's a long long journey.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, I'm lazy to write from the beginning to the ending of Sunday's match.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we lost. We have to do better than the best to be invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my goodness! I got sunburnt! Maner tak dpt sunburnt? Saturday bola, Sunday pn bola.&lt;br /&gt;My nose, forehead &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my eye bags got sunburnt. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yesterday, wanted to go prom night.&lt;br /&gt;But then, my sunburnt got worst. Dried skins were peeling. Haiyaaaaa. So sorry guyyyyss!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, today, nothing much. Hehhh! Will update in the evening if I got the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahh, I'm on diet. Want to be fit &amp;amp;&amp;amp; macho. Hahahaaa! Wokae, till here. Ta-taaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the bass from the speakers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run through your sneakers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-16110897350088403?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/16110897350088403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=16110897350088403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/16110897350088403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/16110897350088403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday_24.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5496289173651727243</id><published>2009-11-19T23:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:04:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Evening, went to watch Dunearnite.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, tonight was the greatest night ever. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;Before I get changed for Dunearnite, I received a phone call, it was Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; before I answer his phone call, I was listening to the radio from my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;So, I answered his phone call, I didn't use the mouthpiece &amp;amp;&amp;amp; earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Hello! Hello! Hello!' Then I felt strange, why in the heck he didn't reply me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realise I forgot to use my mouthpiece &amp;amp;&amp;amp; earpiece! Wahahahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? So clumsy! Not just only that, I told Fareez, 'Ehh, call handphone rumah aku.'&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, 'Huh?! Handphone rumah kau?' Then I replied, 'Ehhh! Telephone rumah aku.'&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaa! That's f*cking clumsy siaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dunearn Secondary School with beloved bestfriends, Haris, Fareez &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ridhwan.&lt;br /&gt;First, met Ridhwan under my block, lent him my Nike Dri-Fit shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to our meeting point. 5-10 minutes later, I saw the other 2 from far.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I received a phone call, it was Haris calling me. Guess what I did?&lt;br /&gt;I answered the phone call, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he asked me, 'Kau kt maner?'&lt;br /&gt;I replied him, 'Kat umahh, ehh, call rumahh aku, okay bye.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Ridhwan while giggling, 'Padahal aku kt sini, aku nk tngk uhh, dier call umah aku tk.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he really did called my house! Hahahahahhaaaa! ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;I was there laughing my ass off siaaaa. Luckily got many people, if not, I'll be on the ground rolling.&lt;br /&gt;Kelakaaar laaa siaaaaa! When both of them came to approach us, I laughed even more.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaaa! Farid so evil, but once in a while only. Waited for Ghazi for abt 2-3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my wordsssss! Ghazi dressed the most charming among all 5 of us. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Dunearn. Dialled-up Izzul's handphone number to pass me the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Huda &amp;amp;&amp;amp; her younger sister, Ain. Chatted for awhile &amp;amp;&amp;amp; proceeded to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The whole concert was damn greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;I love when Irosen started playing their songs. Make me wanna dance. But then, paisehh laa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the DMB was simply amaziinggggg! They never fail to entertain me, you or us, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went outside school &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slacked while waiting for the Irosen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahhh, my heart did jumpstart for the whole evening. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! I swear this is the greatest moment in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Brings me back then when I was a student leader helping the teachers during Dunearnite.&lt;br /&gt;Goshhh! Hahahaaa! Wokae, that's all I want to say. Marked the greatest evening ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need good luck,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need good love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farid your boncet-boom-boom. Wahahahaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5496289173651727243?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5496289173651727243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5496289173651727243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5496289173651727243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5496289173651727243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday_19.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6055180188440816989</id><published>2009-11-17T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:26:57.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Hey ho! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! Damn I'm in my f*cking best mood!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, early in the morning, I was damn f*cking tired, really!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were f*cking damn heavy! Like as if Mike Tyson punched me straight onto eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was so damn lazy to message Rafiqah. Hahahaaa! In the end, I managed to text her.&lt;br /&gt;Tired laaa oii! I thought of not fetching her from school, after thinking twice or maybe, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to fetch her from school. Woke up at 12 noon, went to have my shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to fetch her.&lt;br /&gt;Saw her outside school &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to approach her. As usual, we talk, laugh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bite each other.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Then bought ice-cream, tin roof brownie ice-cream. So mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went to buy Ruffles. Hungry mahhh. Then sat at a stone table somewhere near Dunearn.&lt;br /&gt;We spent quality time together. Hehhh! Then at about 4, she decided to go to Jannah's house.&lt;br /&gt;So, we walk all the way to Dunearn's bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her till she board the bus &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;At about 7, she texted me that she's gonna reach my bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause aku suruh dier kirim makanan Old Chang Kee.&lt;br /&gt;She pass the food to me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off she went to take bus 985. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, now gonna go play my computer game. Cabal online. Best laaa oii!&lt;br /&gt;Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; remember, never lose your composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to think that the day would never come,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you came into my life, that's where it all counts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 marks our month-sary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever I will be yours baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6055180188440816989?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6055180188440816989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6055180188440816989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6055180188440816989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6055180188440816989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday_17.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6197009217656980963</id><published>2009-11-16T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:46:37.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Monday, monday, monday. The start of a new week.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, today went to fetch Rafiqah from her training outside school.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she ended her training at 5, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what?&lt;br /&gt;She texted me that she had finish her training at 3:55pm.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly grab my telephone in the living room &amp;amp;&amp;amp; called her.&lt;br /&gt;After calling her, went to my room &amp;amp;&amp;amp; quickly get changed, naseb daa mandi.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her at a void deck outside school. Then few minutes later, vwala!&lt;br /&gt;My lover from the story of Cinderella came to me. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;We talked, laughed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even mess with each other's hair.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my! She got me head over heels in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking, we were enjoying the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, decided to sit somewhere else. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;After we found the seat, we continued chatting &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughing. We laughed non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, me biting her cheek. Not once, but many times. Wahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry tauu b I gigit sampai pipi u merah, bukan sengajer.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I bite her cheek like as if I was eating chicken drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is correct! Hahahaaa! Wokae2, then after that, we hugged &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to her bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, 188 came &amp;amp;&amp;amp; she had to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;So, before she board the bus, she kissed me on my cheek &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I smooched her on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; after doing so, I felt like as if something was really damn awkward, I stood there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? I left my handphone in her bag. I said, 'Ehhh b! I nyer handphone!'&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaaa! Luckily siaaa I remember. So slenger! Both of us so slenger. Sajaaak laa tuu.&lt;br /&gt;Smpai terkasi salah handphone. Ape daaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yesterday's conversation was really awesome! Hahaa! Wokae laa, till here!&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon. Ta-taaaaaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I love my girlfriend so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've moved on from the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the feeling is so damn great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6197009217656980963?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6197009217656980963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6197009217656980963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6197009217656980963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6197009217656980963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday_16.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4665870135720631413</id><published>2009-11-14T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:37:52.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 5:30pm. Thanks to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I would have continued my sleep till 8pm or so. Wahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, bath &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ate my breakfast. Wahahahaaa! Then about 8pm, ate my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Singapore Idol &amp;amp;&amp;amp; played computer. I was damn bored! If only I got value for my prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;I would have texted my girlfriend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my friends, including bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, now chatting with girlfriend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Fareez. Fareez gone mad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, he typed this, 'Hahaaaa'. I asked him why, he said he don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Gilaaa. Hahahaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I dearly miss my girfriend, alot siaa. She's feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she's doing okay. I asked her, 'Daa mkn ubat?' She replied, 'Buat ape mkn ubat?'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I said, 'U kn sakit kpaler.' Then she said, 'Nope, blm mkn ubat.' I recommended her to put koyok.&lt;br /&gt;She said she can't stand the heat of the koyok. Then I told her to put the cooler for fever.&lt;br /&gt;She said that's for fever. Then I said, 'Tkpe la, kn cute. Aslkn nmpk cute sudah.'&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! Wokae laa, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow going to town with Fareez &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She look so hot in that dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's my beloved princess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, Rafiqah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4665870135720631413?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4665870135720631413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4665870135720631413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4665870135720631413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4665870135720631413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday_14.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3163601060275807445</id><published>2009-11-13T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:50:39.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Well, had a delightful moment today. Went to fetch Rafiqah from her training.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily, luckily she came to meet me early. If not, she will be soaking wet! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;After we have met, I told her that I wanted to have my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I think twice before buying my breakfast siaaa. Why?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today is Friday, so, if I buy my breakfast at a Malay Stall, ader je nanti dier tnyr soalan.&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to the nearest coffeeshop &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bought my breakfast, which was Nasi Lemak.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a void deck, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ate my breakfast. While spoon-feeding her, had couple of laughters though.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! I asked her, 'Nak telur?' She said, 'Tk nak ahhh.' But end up, makan jugak. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was munching on the crispy chicken, I asked her, 'Nak ayam sikit?'&lt;br /&gt;Beh dier ckp 'Tk nak ahhh.' Tapi end up, makan jugaaaak. Aiy0 y0! Rafiqah2.&lt;br /&gt;Nak ayam kecik, yg drumstick I bagi. Hahahahaaa! Wokae la, after that sent her to my bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Waited till she board the bus &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened while we were on the bus-stop. Cannot share uhh! Blueeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought of buying new soccer boot siaaaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Either Diadora Maximus II or Lotto Zhero Gravity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3163601060275807445?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3163601060275807445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3163601060275807445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3163601060275807445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3163601060275807445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday_13.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-897383408448538336</id><published>2009-11-12T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:58:33.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeee! Today went to play soccer at Ang Mo Kio ITE.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, we won 11-3. Wahahahaaaaaa! Gerek perrr!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was so damn, shiooook laaa. Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had tonnes of laughters before &amp;amp;&amp;amp; after the soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;Haris's classmates were jokers! So damn funny! I laughed my ass off listening to their jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't in a top form today. Don't know why laaa. Maybe because I have stomachache?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because of something else that's been bothering my mind since yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Hehhh! Honestly speaking, having a relationship while having lots of problem on your mind, is really not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae laa, that's all I want to say. Don't want to elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;Later things go from bad to worst. Headache! Ta-taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't seem to understand why I have this such feelings in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures of you running through my head countless times, from day till night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to clear it away, but to no avail. Why? I just can't seem to find the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I gave in my all, or perhaps maybe I prioritise you more than anyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I knew everything, every single thing, but hell no. I got it all wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I never knew how great your love was till we ended it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought the answers were all written at the back of my hand, but it was just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can turn back time, I would rather spent my time finding the correct path rather than finding what's the outcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't sleep, I've been waking up early in the morning, sleeping late at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insomnia, yepp. Damn right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sometimes, I even can't lay myself to sleep. I can't adapt to this new things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to reminisce the golden days when I was with you, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to regret what I did to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm more comfortable with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh! Old memories haunting me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-897383408448538336?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/897383408448538336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=897383408448538336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/897383408448538336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/897383408448538336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday_12.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5714594391340033351</id><published>2009-11-10T12:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:23:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning, took my shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ate my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I cooked my own breakfast today. Weee! Damn proud lorrr! Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Mee Poh Dry, well of course laaaa, instant noodle. Wahahahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, don't laugh ehhh. I've attempted several times back then, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's not even cooked!&lt;br /&gt;I prefer cooking instant noodle which you have to put the seasoning &amp;amp;&amp;amp; oil later on.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than putting the seasoning &amp;amp;&amp;amp; oil during boiling the noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I cooked 2 packets! Waaaa! Ate a very massiveheavytruckloaddelicious breakfast today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my goodness! Bloated like snorlax siaaa. Luckily didn't fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;If I fell asleep, the next thing I woke up, my pants torn, mountain-belly &amp;amp;&amp;amp; round face.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa! Then must get ready for Sumo wrestling horrr!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to sleep well yesterday. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I dialled up Rafiqahh's number &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we had our small conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she sounds so tired, hahaaaa! Sorry laaa sngt kerane ganggu. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was very damn hungry siaaaa. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what, it was only 5am. Woww!&lt;br /&gt;5 in the morning, hungry like hobo siaaaaaaa. Tsk3.&lt;br /&gt;So, I get some biscuits, spread with skippy peanut butter &amp;amp;&amp;amp; store it inside my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still damn hungry. Wahhhhhhhhh liaoooo! I strained my neck a.k.a salah bantal. xDD!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm happy like a 17-year old idiot remembers the alphabets for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause why? I get to eat 2 packets of Mee Poh Dry &amp;amp;&amp;amp; drank Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh refreshing. Wahahahahaaaa! Mcm iklan pulak ni Farid.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhh, maybe going to sleep later on! What the hell Farid? Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, going to have second update in the evening. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I miss Modesto's Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', crumblin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper hello I miss you quite terribly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I meet you, I'm gonna hug you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tightly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5714594391340033351?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5714594391340033351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5714594391340033351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5714594391340033351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5714594391340033351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday_10.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1801886997737242773</id><published>2009-11-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:23:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Time check now is 8:56pm.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Taufiq's house to watch live telecast of Chelsea against Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;My worddsssss! The match was damn funny siaaa. Hahahaaa! There were several of us.&lt;br /&gt;Was me, Haris, Taufiq &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 3 others. I don't know what's their name. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, they really-really cracked some joke. I was there laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Kelakar laaa oii! Lagi2 si Didier Drogba, funny as hell! Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then after watching soccer, watched Get Smart. Taufiq &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was the only person watching TV, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? I talk alone siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know both of them were asleep, so, I asked, 'Eh, aku tutup TV ehh?'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; neither of them replied me. Brrrrrrr! Then few minutes later, I dozed off!&lt;br /&gt;Haris set an alarm at 8am so that he can go home, bath &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to school.&lt;br /&gt;At the stroke of 8am, the alarm rang, from his handphone of course, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what I did?&lt;br /&gt;I turned off his alarm &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to sleep! Hahahahaaa! Without notifying him that the alarm has rang.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wake him up, but my eyes were very damn heavy siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Then when all of us were wide awake, Haris said, 'Ahh kauuu, aku set alarm kol 8, tk sadar siaa.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I replied, 'Mcm ne tk sadar? Aku yg off. *Giggles*'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaaa! Farid2. Wokae laaa, got to go. Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One two,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three four,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all I care for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1801886997737242773?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1801886997737242773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1801886997737242773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1801886997737242773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1801886997737242773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday_09.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2697979211520873372</id><published>2009-11-07T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:07:07.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon! Wokae, currently I'm doing nothing, just looking forward to play soccer later at about 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I'm gonna write about yesterday. So, yesterday went to play soccer with several of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't score as much as I've expected, I really had fun. Weeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Thought of hanging out with my besties after playing soccer, but my body were aching.&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired. Decided to rest at home instead of hanging out with them, sorry guyyyss!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa! Wokae2, here's the fun part. Don't laugh ehhhh! In the night, I listened to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I tune in to 98.7fm. But then, I got bored of listening songs, so I decided to tune in to 89.7fm. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it was about 1:10am I guess. Jadinyer, aku tngh dngr Misteri Jam 12.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; aku ni orgnyer curious, klau daaa dngr satu criter, mesti nk dngr lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Skali, satu part ni, fuhhhh yoooooooooooooooooooo! Dier nyer criter, psl hantu nyer kpaler floating laaa sehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Aku punyer laaa kecot! Aku daa mcm gegerl siaaaa! Takot gilerr laaa siaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Org ni dier hantar message kt KC, yg DJ utk Ria fm, dier ckp kpaler hantu tu float2 kt tingkap dapur.&lt;br /&gt;Mak oiii! Aku on the spot siaaa stop maen PSP. Amek selimut, cover kaki ngn badan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi muker tak cover, tau tk knape? Psl kn, aku tkt klau aku cover muker.&lt;br /&gt;Beh tkleh breathe, kn kene bukak slimut kn? Aku tkt bukak slimut ternmpk kpaler.&lt;br /&gt;Ader je aku KO smpai bsk pagi. Wahahahahahaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Abeh aku teringat plak, tingkap dapur aku ni terbukak, ahhh kau! Fikiran daaa laen2 siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Bender2 yang tak masok akal pn dlm fikiran aku. Bulu romaaa naeek smcm sehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Tros pas criter psl kpaler hantu float2, criter psl sebuah lagu ni. The song was composed in the 18th Century.&lt;br /&gt;By a Hungarian man. He composed this song about love, if I'm not wrong uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Abeh DJ KC ckp, klau barangsiapa yg dngr lagu tu, sambil tengok gmbr wajah dier, bleh commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; DJ KC stated that, got this particular band, did a cover of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the vocalist committed suicide soon after. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the composer, the hungarian man, I forgot his name, died after listening to his own music.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; what really2 scares me was that, the DJ played that song but not full song. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Aku punyer *tooot* daa kt tekak siaaaa. First time siaaa kedi, kecot, takot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gegerl.&lt;br /&gt;Slepas mendengar lagu tersebut tu, aku tros tutup radio. Badi. Phobia. Eeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed all the bantal I have in my room &amp;amp;&amp;amp; put all around me. Mcm wall, perlindungan.&lt;br /&gt;Kat blkg, kt dpn, kt kaki, kt ketiak, smuer laaaa. Beh cover ngn slimut. Peluk bantal kuat2.&lt;br /&gt;Serammm! Hahahahahaaaaa! Then after that, I can't sleep! I was like so damn scared siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to drink water, but then! I kept recalling about the head floating at the window.&lt;br /&gt;Mak oiiii! Tros tk jadi minum. Psl cawan2 aku smuer dkt2 ngn tingkap.&lt;br /&gt;Ader je aku nk amek, dier kt sbla memerhatikn aku. Fuhhhh yooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Tros aku kumpul smangat, iman, courage &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bravery to just off my computer plug.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa! Takot laa siaaa nk gerak dari katil. Teros kumpul lagi tu smuer, g living room amek telefon.&lt;br /&gt;Tros dialled up my girlfriend's number &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we otp till early morning. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we laughed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the end, I was the only one talking alone, 'cause why? She fell asleep. Baaaaa! I don't mind. Hahahaaa! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeahhh, I manage to fall asleep after calling her. Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;So maybe after this I'm gonna play soccer. Ta-taaaaa! I never want to hear MJ 12 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misteri Jam 12 is so damn scary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naseb blm ader isteri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Klau tk, ape punyer suami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2697979211520873372?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2697979211520873372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2697979211520873372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2697979211520873372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2697979211520873372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-6047976682346062222</id><published>2009-11-06T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:12:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Time check, now is 3:37am.&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake. Woooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to music in the radio while playing PSP.&lt;br /&gt;PSP PSP PSP. Yeahh yeahhh, I've been writing about PSP for the last 3 post I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted oii! The main reason I can't sleep is because, I'm stress.&lt;br /&gt;Totally stress. Like wow! I need to smoke siaaaaaa. But no cigarette. Aiy0 y0!&lt;br /&gt;So, I found a way. Play PSP lorrr. Hehhhh! Goodness gracious, I've been up for the past 3-4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why siaaa. But oh well, as long as I'm f*cking fine. Wahahahaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Weather nowadays is rainy. Am I the only one thinking that Christmas is coming?&lt;br /&gt;Hope Singapore got snow. F*cking illogical. Hahaaaa! Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, we got Snow City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't put caffeine into our relationship, so why are you so addicted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-6047976682346062222?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6047976682346062222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=6047976682346062222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6047976682346062222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/6047976682346062222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4954722343837861177</id><published>2009-11-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:01:32.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Wokae, short post.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing online game since morning.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing for 6 days straight! OMG! Best way to rot at home is to play game.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not wasting my time, 'cause I keep levelling my character in my online game.&lt;br /&gt;I felt very shiooook laaa if I level up my character. Aduhhh! I sound so 10-years old kid.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, holidays what, so can be childish horrr. Who cares? You're at home, not in school.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, been playing PSP too. Kadang2 sampai naek jelak!&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 pulaaaak, smpai 6-8 pagi. Aduhhhh. Btol2 nyer kemaruhhh. Seriously siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday ni, aku asek maen game je. Ni laaaa jadi nyer klau holiday lamer sngt.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Wokae laaa, till here. Gonna continue playing game. Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm foncet. Foncet? Fucking + Boncet = Fucking Boncet. Simpler words, Foncet. Yesss!&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn boncet lorrr. Got big belly. Wakakakaaaa! Wokae laaa. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asek gadooooo jer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship mcm rojak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sauce pn mcm haprak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4954722343837861177?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4954722343837861177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4954722343837861177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4954722343837861177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4954722343837861177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4592954664865915098</id><published>2009-11-03T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:30:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing computer since 3pm. Got nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Sentosa outing tomorrow, with my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib ader org sponsor makanan. Klau tidak, terpakse makan pasir, minum air laut. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;Just now, while I was playing computer game, I recalled something funny.&lt;br /&gt;The story went like this, I was walking with my bestfriend, Haris, to somewhere-I-can't-remember.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then! Neither of us wants to go home, so we decided to stay somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we decided to walk from Peninsula Plaza to Clarke Quay. While walking, I received a SMS.&lt;br /&gt;It's from my mum, she asked me, 'Farid niari tk blek?'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my prepaid was running low, so I thought of going home the next morning &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gave her the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris asked me, 'Kau nk kasi mak kau ape alasan?' I replied, 'Ntahhh plak. Jap, kasi aku pikir.'&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking, I told Haris, 'Kayy dahh, aku dah pikir, nk tau tk alasannyer ape?'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris said, 'Ape dier?' I told him, 'Cakap yg smlm aku g Malaysia ngn family kau.'&lt;br /&gt;Haris was damn shock &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he replied me, 'Kau daa giler pe? Nk tipu pn tk agak2.'&lt;br /&gt;The expression from his face changes, he starts to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, 'Asl sehh? Bpk kau ader kreter pe, bleh ajak g Malaysia.'&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, 'Bukan psl tu, kau nk tipu yg kau g Malaysia, tapi passport kau kt rumah.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like hitting my forehead siaaa! Hahahahahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Both of us laugh like drunk fellow siaaa! Laugh till our face turn red.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, 'Eh ahhh2 laaaa. Siaaak arrr. Naseb aku blg kat kau dulu, klau tidak, nahas!'&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, 'Slenger siaaak kau Farid. Laen kali pikir btol2!'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; there goes the funniest moment in my life. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm still clumsy. Clumsy-prone.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaaaaa! Wokae la, till here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh Rafiqahh, dimana kamu menhilang?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orang kat sini rindu banget sihh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4592954664865915098?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4592954664865915098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4592954664865915098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4592954664865915098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4592954664865915098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2328436639738182919</id><published>2009-11-02T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:30:26.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Today didn't go out.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV, played games &amp;amp;&amp;amp; babysit.&lt;br /&gt;I caught a cold, but nvm, it's not that serious.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, just finished watching Macam-macam Aznil &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sewa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my goodness, I was laughing my ass off siaaa. Kelakar habis oii!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mum laughs, the baby also laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Cute oii! Ntah tk tau knaper dier ktawer. Dier fhm ape berlaku kot. Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! So yeahh, now downloading Football Manager 2010. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2328436639738182919?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2328436639738182919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2328436639738182919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2328436639738182919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2328436639738182919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-946103480140695637</id><published>2009-11-01T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:07:35.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Wee! First day of the month! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae2, I didn't sleep this morning. I played PSP from 12 midnight till 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cool? I don't know. I just can't sleep nowadays. Thought of buying sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;But don't want to. Takot side-effects uhh. Sleeping pills is a no-no for me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, this morning went to play soccer at the usual place, somewhere near Bukit Batok Polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't score a goal, but had this fantastic chance to strike on goal, but then, haiyaa. Hampa!&lt;br /&gt;The field was so damn muddy siaaa! Tsk3. But nonetheless, had fun playing though.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the score was 1-1. Then after that went home accompanied by Haris.&lt;br /&gt;Haris cleans himself up in my toilet while I was lying on my sofa watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; while watching TV, my eyes were so damn tired siaaa. Felt like falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh! After Haris has finished doing so, it was my turn to clean myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Da mandi, siap smuer, teros g ikot Haris g rumah dier.&lt;br /&gt;Haris siap2 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off we went to LOT 1. 'Cause he wanna withdraw some cash.&lt;br /&gt;We took MRT to Marina Bay via Red Line. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it was so damn fucking long siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Aku kt dlm MRT da tido mcm anak patung. Kpaler goyang saner, goyang sini. Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Tkle duduk diam tauuu. Aku raserkn, org sbla aku fed-up ngn aku kot.&lt;br /&gt;Dlm fikiran dorg, 'Eh2 bdk ni, da lah boncet, tido nk sandar2 kt org, fikir ape? Bahu aku ni bantal ke?'&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! We alighted at Marina Bay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, there's lots &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lots of people flying kite. The last time I went there, no one was flying kite.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa! Serious, no joke. The last time I went there was during December 08 holiday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was so damn nice lorrr! Hehhh! Then after observing the beautiful scenery, decided to go Funan IT mall.&lt;br /&gt;Went there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ate KFC. My goodness! I was eating like 'orang kampung' siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Mcm makan kt rumah gitu. Hahaaa! Comot oii! Tsk3. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to finish off our meal, we burp.&lt;br /&gt;Who burp the loudest, wins. This time round, I cannot burp so loud siaa. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! Wokae, after having our meal at KFC, went to buy Ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Bought this honeydew ice-cream. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to tell you guys the truth, it was my very first time eating honeydew ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;As first, it tastes a lil bit funny. Hahahaaa! Don't know how to explain uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was eating, I was fed-up with the bread. Wah liaooo!&lt;br /&gt;Haris saw my reaction. Hahahaaa! I said, 'Ehhh, tk sedap seh honeydew ni ngn bread.'&lt;br /&gt;Haris replied, 'Beh kau nk buat ape?' &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I said, 'Mcm gini, aku makan roti dier.'&lt;br /&gt;Abeh Haris dengan sepantas kilat, tnyr aku, 'Nk sikit bleh?' Beh aku jwb, 'Ohhhh! Kau tunggu aku mkn roti rupernyer.'&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa! Because horr, the bread haaa, taste so funny. I don't know why haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the ice-cream alone taste thousand times better without bread.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went to Clarke Quay, walked around, cruising, chit-chatted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;While on the bus, my eyes was so freaking tired. Switched off when I was somewhere at RGS.&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Phoenix LRT station &amp;amp;&amp;amp; took 187 home.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here. Mater pn da beraaat. Ta-taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;The word I said wrongly today, 'Mortal Klombat.' Should have been 'Mortal Kombat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause I told myself, it's no use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hope, get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I get Jessica Alba for my 18th birthday present, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-946103480140695637?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/946103480140695637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=946103480140695637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/946103480140695637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/946103480140695637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-457191288966365085</id><published>2009-10-31T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:10:42.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday played soccer with my friends at Cage. Just behind my block.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun siaaa. Lots of fun. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we even played in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;Sliding tackles, laughters &amp;amp;&amp;amp; some even fall while chasing for the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Went home at about 7 I guess. Was falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;Dahh sampai rumah, mandi, makan, tengok bola kt Channel 5, tido.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Today got nothing much to write about 'cause I stay put at home.&lt;br /&gt;Not going anywhere today. Sorry kalau aku tak angkat call korang, prepaid aku tinggal 0.01 je sehh.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh! Now finding ways to earn money. Takpe2. Soon, I'll find a new job.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum found out I pierced. Oh-oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-457191288966365085?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/457191288966365085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=457191288966365085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/457191288966365085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/457191288966365085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday_31.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8233957553114409682</id><published>2009-10-29T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:40:18.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Today's weather so shiok! So breezy siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Can make me drool, I don't mind drooling a bucket of saliva because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;So, I slept from 5 I guess? Now woke up updating my blog. Time check, 7:32pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! So, I slept 2 hours? Seems to me like it was 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa! Just now went to meet my girlfriend at about 3pm, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;We chit-chatted while walking. We were caught laughing like a mad cow siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the strangest thing was, all seats at the void deck seems to be occupied.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went round &amp;amp;&amp;amp; round in search of a place to sit. Luckily found one.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Aiyaaaa! Cute luhhh! Then while talking, it starts raining. Heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;Sejuuuk siaaa. At that point of time, my eyes were like being anchored.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let Rafiqahh talk alone while I fall asleep. Hahaaa! Tak baek sehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Then after that, went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; jumped on bed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; zzZzZZzzzZZzZZz.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here. Nothing much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqah's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8233957553114409682?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8233957553114409682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8233957553114409682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8233957553114409682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8233957553114409682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_29.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2632047420811269980</id><published>2009-10-28T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:19:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Today, woke up at 5pm. Didn't get to meet my Cinderella-Ella-Ella-Eh-Eh.&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn tired siaaa. Wonder why. Padahal tak buat apape yg memenatkn tauu.&lt;br /&gt;Haii. So yeahh, I want to tell you a story. Hahaaa! While I was sleeping today, I received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately look at my watch, it was somewhere around 9:10am or 9:20am.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were so damn blur siaaa. I force myself to answer the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Dapat tauu pakcik aku call. Aduhhhh! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to tell you guys the truth, I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Dead as in, my brain not working, I was at unconcious state siaaa. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;My uncle told me something which I should pass the message to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? While he was talking to me, I was like 'Haaa, ahhhh, okae, ahhh, ye2.'&lt;br /&gt;Itu je la jawapan aku. Hahahaaa! Tak tipu! Then he said 'Bye.' Then I replied him 'Boleh.'&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Hahahaa! Then put down the phone, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to lalaa land. Beh dpt call lagi!&lt;br /&gt;I answered the phone, I said 'Hellooooooooo.' I dragged the o's. Penat katerkan.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, I went blank siaa. The next thing I woke up, I hung up the phone. Wth?!?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa! Jgn marah yerrr. Minta maaf laaa. Penat rabak sehh, beh nk jwb telefon tk sanggup.&lt;br /&gt;Haiy0 y0. Wokae la, now off to play PSP! Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The million dollar smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That makes the most senile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2632047420811269980?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2632047420811269980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2632047420811269980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2632047420811269980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2632047420811269980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday_28.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3985922050922229592</id><published>2009-10-27T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:50:01.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, I don't know what to post about. So I'm gonna post what I've done recently.&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday went out with beloved bestfriend, Haris, to Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatted from 9pm till 10:30pm. Took 190 from The Central, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! Skali ternampak pelakon K-14. I don't know what's her name. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;I told Haris 'Ehh, tu kn pompan K-14.'&lt;br /&gt;Beh Haris jwb 'Eh ahh2 laaa. Da tinggi sehh!'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa! Well, had fun though going out with him. Stress semuer hilang!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; decided to restring my guitar. But fucking unfortunately, it went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid siaaaaa! I adjusted the guitar bridge. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the whole tone went awfully different.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaaa! Tu laaaa, tk tau apape, jgn pandai2 godeh2. Skrg da godeh2, sendiri yg susah.&lt;br /&gt;Later when I got the time to, I'll send my guitar for servicing. Aduhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Bengap laaaaa! Seriously siaaaa. Okae, I've got nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for the time to pass by. Why eh? 'Cause I'm going out with Haris later on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3985922050922229592?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3985922050922229592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3985922050922229592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3985922050922229592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3985922050922229592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday_27.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-3639190566765571303</id><published>2009-10-25T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:15:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Thought of going out today, but I was just way too tired to carry myself to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;So, I continued my sleep till 4:30pm. Hahaaaa! Woke up, went searching for my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; saw 2 messages. Read the messages &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to take my shower.&lt;br /&gt;Was so tired siaaaa. Maybe because of yesterday's soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;Yayy! Scored twice, assisted once. Hahaaa. Dah lamer tk score, smlm bler score, raser seronok!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; before the ball go into the net, I will start celebrating. Hahaaaa! Confident!&lt;br /&gt;Ended 5-3. We won. Weeee! Hehhh! Then after soccer match, met my Cinderella-ella-ella.&lt;br /&gt;Lawah seh dier. Hehhh! Then in the night, I called her. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; shhhhhhhhh. Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning darker. Haiyaaaaa. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they start calling me Bangla. Haiyaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you got me dancin'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-3639190566765571303?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3639190566765571303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=3639190566765571303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3639190566765571303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/3639190566765571303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday_25.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4282978805266486098</id><published>2009-10-23T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:52:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went out together with Syahirah, Sirin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris to Henderson waves.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun eventhough we almost got lost in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Snapped pictures, laughed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; crapped. The best part was in the MRT on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris were talking about pronounciations, then got this particular guy, laughing about what we were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah told us that the guy was laughing about us. His face was damn right red.&lt;br /&gt;It's very obvious he was laughing about us. Syahirah &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sirin were laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 11:20pm I guess. Before went Henderson waves, went to Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Peninsular Plaza. I eat &amp;amp;&amp;amp; eat. Hungry siaaaaa! What the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, reached home, on computer &amp;amp;&amp;amp; vwalaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;My mood change within a snap. I hate what I'm going through right now. Stupid siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother guessing what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through is nothing got to do with love, lust, crush or whatever shit you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me state it &lt;strong&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm single &amp;amp;&amp;amp; not up for relationship. &lt;strong&gt;Period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through is the most heart-breaking moment.&lt;br /&gt;Or in simpler words, this year's most open heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; these thing is going to bother me for the rest of my entire fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do I belong to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money &amp;amp;&amp;amp; love got me confuse, very confuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never ever thought this could happen, never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your hand to guide me through this, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4282978805266486098?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4282978805266486098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4282978805266486098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4282978805266486098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4282978805266486098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday_23.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4162999032114694739</id><published>2009-10-22T04:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:18:42.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Now's 4:06am.&lt;br /&gt;Still wide awake, together with my beloved bestfriend, Haris in town.&lt;br /&gt;Using the internet at IRC in Peninsular Plaza. Oh well, we got nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are so very damn heavy, felt like sleeping. Tapi tkde katil! Aduhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Beh nk tido kt manerkn? Tkkn tido kt bushes kn? Mcm org dayak laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, nanti amek first bus balek. Well, had fun though just now.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday treat kat Modesto's Singapore. Happy naaaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here. Lasagne still with me siaaaa. Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my dream, it was you standing there asking for something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone tell me it's gonna come true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need Miss Mickey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4162999032114694739?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4162999032114694739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4162999032114694739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4162999032114694739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4162999032114694739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_22.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7686329059683300892</id><published>2009-10-21T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:17:49.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went out with Haris to celebrate his early birthday treat.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Breeks at Harbourfront Centre. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gosh!&lt;br /&gt;We ate Calamari rings, pasta &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we were bloated!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa! Brownie, yummy! The drinks we had, so damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;Mine was Black Forest Mocha. Haris was Nutella Milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! So yeahh, maybe tonight going out with him again.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat at Modesto's Singapore. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, till here. Today is Haris's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My bestest bestfriend in the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;5 years doing crazy shits together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haris, biler kau nyer turn mau blanjer aku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7686329059683300892?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7686329059683300892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7686329059683300892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7686329059683300892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7686329059683300892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7624155891760001054</id><published>2009-10-20T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:37:20.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Blisters, cramps &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaaaaaaaa. How to go out today with Haris?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring the camera my mum found. Nak g hantar repair uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Harap2 ader. Hehhh! Wokae, nothing much to say. 'cause my brain is still offline.&lt;br /&gt;Till here, will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought of me in your mind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being the person who loves you more than the others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder, in silence I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7624155891760001054?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7624155891760001054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7624155891760001054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7624155891760001054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7624155891760001054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday_20.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5431321917848329298</id><published>2009-10-18T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:05:57.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Wokae, I'm dead tired. Got nothing else to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Went to F'book &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to online games. Nothing interest me at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, gonna update my blog. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I got news to tell. Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna quit my job soon. How soon? As soon as I receive my pay check.&lt;br /&gt;Then vwalaaaa! Gone! Well, I must say, I learnt alot of things working there.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, enjoyment, entertainment &amp;amp;&amp;amp; not to forget, watching those hot Eurasians!&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! The feeling very shiok when you get to see them wearing those sexy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody will look &amp;amp;&amp;amp; howl like a fox, 'Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot!'&lt;br /&gt;I can't state the reason why I'm gonna quit my job, 'cause this is a public blog.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, everyone can view, read &amp;amp;&amp;amp; comment. So I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm gonna enjoy life the way I used to be, back in the 'Golden Years' I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a dream, true? My dream is to be a football player or a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;So once I quit my job, gonna go for my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;4 months of working isn't long, but let me tell you, I treated my workplace like my 2nd home.&lt;br /&gt;Those colleagues I have, I treat them as a big family. Ohhh memories! Cherished.&lt;br /&gt;My first job, other than that Road Runner. Hahaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, gonna work very hard to achieve my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae laaa, till here, my eyes are itching. Keep on rubbing my eyes. Gonna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, till here fellow readers. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never say you're bored,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It means you had enjoyed enough of your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suprisingly! My mom found a Canon T50 camera in her closet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still in good condition. Double the joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5431321917848329298?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5431321917848329298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5431321917848329298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5431321917848329298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5431321917848329298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday_18.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2026703168886582835</id><published>2009-10-17T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:26:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Been some time since I last update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, briefly, yesterday, went to Hortpark together with Rafiqahhh.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so freaking hot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we were drenched in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, we had fun. Non-stop laughters. The view from the top was nice too!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went home, took 188 from HarbourFront interchange.&lt;br /&gt;She told me, I looked so damn cute while sleeping. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Then late at night, called her &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cherished the moment we spent together. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, today played soccer. Played as a defender. From centre back to right back to left back.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, we lost. Aiyaaaa. 6-3. Suprisingly, I was praised by team-mates siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Kembang sikit luhhh! Wokae laaa. Gonna go siap2 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; off to work. Update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This boot brings the inner me. Wahahaaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2026703168886582835?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2026703168886582835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2026703168886582835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2026703168886582835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2026703168886582835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5868565392981462723</id><published>2009-10-09T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:39:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>N level's done! Now what? It's time to party! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;This is when hell break loose. Weeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, had been some time since I've updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Been enjoying life being single lately. Have to adapt myself to the single environment.&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, went to gym together with my bestie, Ridhwan.&lt;br /&gt;He's been my bestie since primary school. Hehhh! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yet, we still stick together like a glue.&lt;br /&gt;Been working out on my upper body. Daaah lamer tk g gym, da boncet sehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Tak larat nak angkat weight berat2. Hahaaa! Skrg bdn merata tempat da cramp.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tkpe, nak nmpkkn build maaahh. xDD! Got the confidence back to walk on my own feet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need someone's shoes for me to walk, I just need my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Skrg N level dabes, kejerrr! Dpt duit, save. I've been going crazy for that Canon 500D.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ehh Syahirah klau aku ngn kau samer camera, but aku nk tu jugak. Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just don't know why sometimes I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, till here, will update when I got the time to. =DD!&lt;br /&gt;The new song which I've just uploaded is so meaningful, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to those who saw me today, some mistook me as Robert Pattison. Perasaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prayed for someone like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5868565392981462723?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5868565392981462723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5868565392981462723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5868565392981462723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5868565392981462723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8466089754878532369</id><published>2009-10-06T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:22:36.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsocuTkjRmI/AAAAAAAAANA/KynCPm4CE70/s1600-h/DSC-0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151485955360354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsocuTkjRmI/AAAAAAAAANA/KynCPm4CE70/s400/DSC-0556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151480090554370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Ssoct9uRcAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/G6Er0UJCfzE/s400/DSC-0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Ssoctdw2wXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dZlKICVQeMQ/s1600-h/DSC-0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151471511454066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Ssoctdw2wXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dZlKICVQeMQ/s400/DSC-0587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/Ssocs5imBPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RGAxRC3mzd4/s1600-h/DSC-0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150338296803298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobrgNbb-I/AAAAAAAAALw/sX-Ujy9Owj0/s400/DSC-0878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobrNmD-GI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fq97-V57oIw/s1600-h/DSC-0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150333299849314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobrNmD-GI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fq97-V57oIw/s400/DSC-0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobqlWjGOI/AAAAAAAAALg/_9sqjrrPFx4/s1600-h/DSC-0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150322497362146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobqlWjGOI/AAAAAAAAALg/_9sqjrrPFx4/s400/DSC-0889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobqGsVeUI/AAAAAAAAALY/M80Y-G_EZG0/s1600-h/DSC-0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150314267244866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsobqGsVeUI/AAAAAAAAALY/M80Y-G_EZG0/s400/DSC-0890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move on sudaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8466089754878532369?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8466089754878532369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8466089754878532369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8466089754878532369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8466089754878532369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SsocuTkjRmI/AAAAAAAAANA/KynCPm4CE70/s72-c/DSC-0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7653433994808036468</id><published>2009-10-04T02:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:34:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Raya photos on 3rd October 2009. Farid, Haris, Taufiq, Nashri, Izzul, Irza, Zuhaili, Azri, Ghazi, Fareez, Dinah, Harmuni, Aisha &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Iwanina. We laughed alot. Walked alot. Crapped alot. The day I won't forget, cherished.&lt;br /&gt;3 E's. Enjoyment, Excitement &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Extraordinary. Pics; *Will post the rest another time.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388439477470095154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseVJ9RL5zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mekthlNeKLE/s400/7117_145126303107_731438107_2731468_7972818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388439463988786930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseVJLC_dvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mOisDW0Osn4/s400/7117_145126103107_731438107_2731444_1172618_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseWcfUkr1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ccMM8XsZvAQ/s1600-h/7117_145126723107_731438107_2731529_5798993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388440895360380754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseWcfUkr1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ccMM8XsZvAQ/s400/7117_145126723107_731438107_2731529_5798993_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388440881556845698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseWbr5jdII/AAAAAAAAALA/MMFwPyDsmnk/s400/7117_145126683107_731438107_2731522_1500910_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7653433994808036468?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7653433994808036468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7653433994808036468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7653433994808036468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7653433994808036468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SseVJ9RL5zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mekthlNeKLE/s72-c/7117_145126303107_731438107_2731468_7972818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8278187509332946154</id><published>2009-10-01T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:36:41.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>You had your say &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we're done.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm wrong. I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You acted so differently today &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I knew something was wrong, totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You sent my heart beating so quickly &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hands shaking wildly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect this to happen, but I guess I have to accept what's coming through.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prepare myself for this. I was so shocked, I couldn't even utter a single word.&lt;br /&gt;My words were at the tip of my tongue, but I just can't say it out.&lt;br /&gt;My head went hay-wired, memories of us running through my head like a friggin' bull race.&lt;br /&gt;You were indeed so special to me, but I just didn't treat you right this time.&lt;br /&gt;So there's no more you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name will always be carved in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice will always resound in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Your face will always be recall in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; your smooth delicate skin, will always be at the tip of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S9543***F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8278187509332946154?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8278187509332946154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8278187509332946154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8278187509332946154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8278187509332946154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1458769735382796369</id><published>2009-09-29T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:58:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Time now is 3:52am. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm not on bed.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep. Arggghhhhhhh. Insomniaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I keep on reminiscing good old damn days.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, my ulcers have been so annoying. Can't munch my food properly.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid siaaa. Ni laa, sape gi pandai2 mengumpat psl aku. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;Skrg terok jadinyer. 2 pulak tu. After publishing this post, gonna go force myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, N level around the corner. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to 4 Pearl, 4 Ruby, 4 Amber 08, raya outing on 3rd October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the point regretting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kept repeating the same mistakes over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1458769735382796369?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1458769735382796369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1458769735382796369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1458769735382796369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1458769735382796369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday_29.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4806400523990848698</id><published>2009-09-24T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:44:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Today didn't follow classmates go raya outing. Was officially sick.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited;&lt;br /&gt;I spent $124. Wowwwww. There goes my salary. Hahaaa! Next target, Macbeth shoe &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Football Boot. That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicely forgotten or Hately reminded?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your pick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4806400523990848698?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4806400523990848698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4806400523990848698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4806400523990848698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4806400523990848698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday_24.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8740686958966583510</id><published>2009-09-23T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:51:40.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Oh i had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when i see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;And i know i can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanted to say i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i think i'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when i see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;And i know i can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanted to say i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day i think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;And i know i can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanted to say i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8740686958966583510?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8740686958966583510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8740686958966583510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8740686958966583510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8740686958966583510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday_23.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8203144325759830140</id><published>2009-09-22T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:52:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for not updating for quite some time, been busy with outings &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today gonna be a short &amp;amp;&amp;amp; simple post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm falling sick. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wokae la, till here, nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat menyambut hari raya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siblings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384314681530209986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SrjtrO-HVsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/70hxpHwtIDA/s400/8829_267467180690_768390690_9169375_4350584_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8203144325759830140?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8203144325759830140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8203144325759830140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8203144325759830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8203144325759830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday_22.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA6HuZXr0o/SrjtrO-HVsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/70hxpHwtIDA/s72-c/8829_267467180690_768390690_9169375_4350584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-8157926352328572801</id><published>2009-09-19T15:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:53:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Gonna post about yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday wasn't in the mood early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Was so damn pissed. Then went to school with Rafiqahh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; both of us were late.&lt;br /&gt;Had lessons though. Chemistry, Geography, Maths &amp;amp;&amp;amp; English.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was somewhat fun, geography was okay, maths was wide awake, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;English was a total slack, 'cause we watched movie called Waterboys. Kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang, then went to concourse, 'cause I thought me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; girlfriend were supposed to go home together.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, the answer was a no. Obvious no. Prioritise your friend ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Friends more important what. So yeahh, you don't need your boyfriend beside you, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off at that moment. So yeahh, I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sleep. After that, Haris texted me.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us wanted to take our pay. Then met him under my block.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to take the bus, but he really really wanted to take the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;So, not to start a fight, I followed what he said. Then once we reached upon the MRT station,&lt;br /&gt;I tapped my ez-link card &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Vwa-la! Low value. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; both of us didn't have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked all the way to the nearest bus-stop during the heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;We were soaking wet. So wet. Then reached VivoCity at about, 5:15pm I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then took our pay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to Peninsula Plaza. After that, went to Queensway Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Haris's pair of shoes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bought my guitar pick. Then while otw home, there's a massive jam.&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell?!? So long siaaaa. Had to wait for half an hour? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; our stomach were growling.&lt;br /&gt;Our time to break fast but then, we don't have any food or beverage to break our fast in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Haii, then reached home at about 8pm, supposedly meet besties at Bukit Panjang at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Then called Ridhwan to meet under my block. Reached home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; had my quick dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to meet Ridhwan under my block. After that, took 187, alighted at Zhenghua Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Zhenghua Primary was the meeting point, but no, it was the next bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ridhwan walked all the way to the next bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Met Azri, Fareez &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nashri. 5 of us went to meet Izzul &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Irza &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Taufiq.&lt;br /&gt;Met them at the long stretch of market, right at the end. Then bought bunga api.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris came at a later point of time. Then off we went to Zhenghua Park.&lt;br /&gt;That's where the fun begins. We set our rockets, lighted our rockets &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laughed our ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Good old days. Fond memories. Cherished. Zuhaili tagged along, but he came late.&lt;br /&gt;10 of us were so chaotic! Havoc! Fareez's rocket was the first to fly up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Izzul always manufacture the rocket with a banging sound. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Was fun though. Very very fun! But this time, without Ghazi &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Irfan.&lt;br /&gt;Haii, I truly treasure what happened yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;After that, took the LRT home, 6 of us, Izzul &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Irza went home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we played black &amp;amp;&amp;amp; white, to see who enters the gate last.&lt;br /&gt;It was just me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Azri at the end, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I won him, so he had to enter the gate last.&lt;br /&gt;But then! He entered as the second person! So unfair. Hahahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;One thing that kept us laughing like mad cow was, he said, 'Eh jangan tarik tangan aku uhh, aku pump muker korang aru tau.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he ran towards the gate, but he forgot that he haven't tapped his ez-link.&lt;br /&gt;He banged onto the gate! Wahahahahahahahaaaaa! Funny siaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Then went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; had a little conversation with Rafiqahh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today I'm gonna go top-up my prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you something, I don't feel so amaze by you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? 'Cause you seem not to care about me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want some time with you, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there you are, with your friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I to you? I'm treated like a friend, nothing special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I just want to give up on you. Not once, but many times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not special to me, anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, treating you like a princess, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there you are, treating me nothing more like a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so wasted, all my time spending with you, is like going to waste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put in all my effort to make you treat me so special, but hell no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if you treat your Ex'es better than me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought having you in my heart can cool things down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it seems to be the other way round, you seem to hurt me inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So pissed by your actions nowadays. So damn pissed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fucked up. If you want things your way, then be single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If things are going the hard way, then might as well end it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-8157926352328572801?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8157926352328572801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=8157926352328572801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8157926352328572801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/8157926352328572801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday_19.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-912867298242787422</id><published>2009-09-17T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:09:25.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>So went to school today, with beloved Rafiqahh.&lt;br /&gt;With my new haircut! Hahahaaaa! Been a long time since I spike my hair up.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, as long as I look neat. That's all I care about. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;We took our very own sweet time. Walk so slow.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa! Then we saw Mr.Simon Gan outside school, don't have any idea where he's going.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't he be inside school? But oh well! Doesn't bother me anyway. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Then entered school at about, 7:30am? Then proceeded into class.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to my astonishment! 12 of my classmates were present. Like what the heck?!?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Aiy0 y0! 18 of my classmates were absent. Tsk3.&lt;br /&gt;Then during maths lesson had this lady teacher. Woahhh! Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;But no wayy! I got my very own girl. Then after Maths, had recess.&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea where to go. So, went to play soccer with Syahir, Aliff &amp;amp;&amp;amp; one of their classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Fun sehh! Then after recess, had F&amp;amp;N. 5 periods? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I realised something once I entered my class.&lt;br /&gt;From 12 students, turns into 7 students. Cool perr?! Hahahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I asked my classmate, "Yesterday I didn't come to school, can tell me was it the same as today?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he answered, "No, yesterday not so few. About 15-18 students present. Today, 12. Now 7." Then I laughed my ass off! Hahahaaa! Cikgu datang pun muker boring sehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here. Kanye West is just so mean. The song heartless should reflect on him.&lt;br /&gt;Dok, besok, bunga api! Like how we did it last year. September 30, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been through up's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; down's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, we still stick to each other just like a glue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you can endure how high my ego were to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can endure even how mean you were to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, marked our 3rd Month-Sary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, like I always do, Rafiqahh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch the crowds as they are screaming your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-912867298242787422?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/912867298242787422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=912867298242787422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/912867298242787422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/912867298242787422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday_17.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-2485128651822312210</id><published>2009-09-14T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:13:27.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>Weeee. Had a blastful day today! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Today finished at 1:50 pm. Firstly, I thought today got PE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, our PE lesson was rescheduled to Tuesday. Aiyaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! Well I don't mind though. So yeahhh, had boring lessons today. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Before recess had geography lesson, me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Zuhaili skipped but in the end, still get caught.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping throughout the last 4 periods siaaaa. Cannot tahan!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were like shutting down. So damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if my eyes were anchored or something. xDD!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I want to open my eyes, I will feel so, lazy?&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any other words to express the feeling. Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Lagi2 duduk bwh kipas. Ah kauuu! Dingin oii! Peaceful! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, after the school has ended, met Rafiqahh at the concourse.&lt;br /&gt;Both my eyes were damn blur. I'm just so lazy to explain.&lt;br /&gt;I can only see humans without faces. Hahahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;When I come close to someone, then can see their faces. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Rafiqahh laughed, crapped &amp;amp;&amp;amp; walked alot! ALOT! Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mouth was so damn tired siaaa. Talked too much. Hehhh! Aiyaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Good for her laaa 'cause she didn't talk much, but she did laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; she bit me. Too cute I guess? Hahahaaaa! Nvm, I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her till she board her bus. She went home about 6+pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, called Pizza Hut Delivery &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 6 Slices of pizza, 4 slices of garlic bread &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 3 honey chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;Wowwww! Hahaaaa. No wonder my stomach nowadays seems to be growing bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger stomach = Cuter looks. True? Hahahaaaaaaaaa! Wokae till here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with her. Lovebirds. Hahaaaaa! ILY-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-2485128651822312210?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2485128651822312210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=2485128651822312210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2485128651822312210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/2485128651822312210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7584303859051132434</id><published>2009-09-12T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:07:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you are dearly missed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7584303859051132434?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7584303859051132434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7584303859051132434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7584303859051132434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7584303859051132434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday_12.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-5794201378577834357</id><published>2009-09-11T01:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:01:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Morning;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake at this point of time. Now's 1:06 am.&lt;br /&gt;Still can't sleep, I guess I need lullabies to make me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Been reading my old posts these few days. Which I supposedly shouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Girlfriend should be asleep by now.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, till here. I'll update later in the afternoon or so. If I got the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just sometimes, I kept reminiscing old days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back then, when I was having fun all day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; night long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have to keep telling myself, as time goes by, you have to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; now, I feel the change in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I totally change into the person you can't dream of, I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afternoon;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I'll be staying at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't have any idea of where to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can somebody ask me out or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause I have nothing better to do at home rather than sitting infront of the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, till here. Enjoy the last 2 days of holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, you want revenge? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mind you being revengeful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one day, you don't regret what you've done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's becoming disastrous, it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't seem to have that so-called 'magic' to impress me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me, is this how the way you treat your boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cared for you too much, love you too much &amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the end this is what I get? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being hurtful? Crying myself to sleep at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love is becoming shaky, either of us are losing grip on each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issit just me or you or even, both of us, walking on a thin line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-5794201378577834357?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5794201378577834357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=5794201378577834357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5794201378577834357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/5794201378577834357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday_11.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-864589863262186593</id><published>2009-09-10T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:47:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5:30pm today.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed. Went to take my shower &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watched television for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;Then break fast &amp;amp;&amp;amp; on computer. Played games &amp;amp;&amp;amp; now doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow go out to Peninsula to buy guitar stap &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pick. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Wokae, till here then, don't have much idea to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I confess, I pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-864589863262186593?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/864589863262186593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=864589863262186593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/864589863262186593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/864589863262186593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-1146750101488721879</id><published>2009-09-09T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:07:36.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Today had my English paper, 1 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't say anything. What I can say is, I prefer this year's 'N' Level than last year's.&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, went to computer lab. Can't remember which lab.&lt;br /&gt;But it was on level 4. Aiyaaaaa! 5 years in Dunearn still don't know what lab is that.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk3. Wokae, so yeahh, spent time in the computer lab with besties till 6.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours facing the computer? Omg. Can develop myopia. Hopefully not!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la, till here. Don't have much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to enjoy my holiday! But I guess I'm not going out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sleep from morning till break fast. Chehh tk la. Berdoser tauu!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae la. Goodnight readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said something so hurtful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me wounded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just that you didn't realise how hurtful I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-1146750101488721879?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1146750101488721879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=1146750101488721879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1146750101488721879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/1146750101488721879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday_09.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-7357468507864352158</id><published>2009-09-08T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:31:52.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 7am. Didn't managed to sahur.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; baby, I'm so sorry, my battery was flat. I didn't charge my hp.&lt;br /&gt;So so sorry! Hehhh! I buy you Ferrero Rocher. Wokae?&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, today had my Mother Tongue Listening Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Now revising Social Studies. Rajin sehhhh! xDD! Chehhh!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I had the most fun day ever! Hahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with beloved Haris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Three of us went from Queensway Shopping Centre to Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bought a V-neck shirt. Which looks very very nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Harga pon cantik! xDD! Luckily bought the shirt with Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Got 30% off. Hehhh! Weeeee! Haris didn't manage to buy the kind of shoe he died for.&lt;br /&gt;Well, me too. I wanted to buy a shoe. But then, duit tk cukup. Aiyaaaa! Tkpe, next gaji.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! Before going to Queensway Shopping Centre, me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Haris had tons of laughters.&lt;br /&gt;Secret! Hahaaaa! Wokae la, till here. =DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about love, I never saw it coming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me by suprise &amp;amp; got me wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, there's a voice inside my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telling me that we won't fall apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqahhh's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-7357468507864352158?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7357468507864352158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=7357468507864352158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7357468507864352158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/7357468507864352158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428570024799162361.post-4958893461135380175</id><published>2009-09-06T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:00:34.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Time check: 1:47am.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sleeping. Aiy0 y0! What the heck are you doing, Farid?&lt;br /&gt;You should be on bed sleeping. But no, you are not. Instead you are calling Rafiqahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; still have the cheeks to update your blog. Tsk3. Hahahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Wokae wokae. I'll sleep once I've finished updating my blog. Maybe. Wahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Went to work yesterday. Well, I saw my ex-schoolmate at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;He work there! Hahahaaaa! It's a small small world afterall!&lt;br /&gt;No, correction. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; country afterall! Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee! Monday gonna go shopping. I guess I know what I'm about to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down, aye?&lt;br /&gt;1) Shoe bag.**&lt;br /&gt;2) A bag that looks like a file. (I don't know what's that called.)&lt;br /&gt;3) A shoe that looks like a sandal. (I don't know what's that thing called.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Jeans, slim one! Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;5) Shirt.**&lt;br /&gt;6) Mathematical set. (Comes in handy during 'N' level Mathematics paper.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Top-up my prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;8) Guitar strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those * (asterisk) means that I might or might not buy it.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment. Hehhh! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I gotta save my money, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh! That's all readers! Enjoy your September holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your holiday go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my dream, it's just me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the beach, walking from end to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Building castle out of sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafiqahhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428570024799162361-4958893461135380175?l=the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4958893461135380175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428570024799162361&amp;postID=4958893461135380175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4958893461135380175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428570024799162361/posts/default/4958893461135380175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fifthocean-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;TheName'sFarid.&lt;/b&gt;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
