<?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-6035813383724994764</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:11:19.998+08:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='lisa'/><category term='Dolphin'/><category term='Jasmine'/><category term='Streething'/><category term='Results'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='Eman'/><category term='Ramadan'/><category term='Kartoon'/><category term='Fire'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Rotoscoping'/><category term='self'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='Murdoch'/><category term='Zoo'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='Flash'/><category term='College'/><category term='University'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='Jovie'/><category term='Putrajaya'/><category term='marie digby'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Tsu'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='raya'/><category term='Kash'/><category term='Melissa Chen'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='2007'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='move'/><category term='angry'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Pissy'/><category term='people'/><category term='Moth'/><category term='Bird'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='sneakers'/><category term='Adele'/><category term='Jeaney'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Shout Awards'/><category term='Waste'/><category term='komodo Ninja'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Volleyball'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='Lens'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='DeviantART'/><category term='tag'/><category term='KAMI Concert'/><category term='Arthur'/><category term='Across the Universe'/><category term='Assignments'/><category term='Nike'/><category term='Kuantan'/><category term='Flat Tire'/><category term='KL Freeze'/><category term='photo hosting'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='Deviant art'/><category term='8tv'/><category term='Too Much'/><category term='Divya'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='KLCC'/><category term='Macro'/><category term='Butterflies'/><category term='Currypuff'/><category term='Black and White'/><category term='Insect'/><category term='One In A Million'/><category term='Perth'/><category term='Life.'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='pensive'/><category term='CBF'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='Spider'/><category term='xanga'/><category term='KLUE Urbanscapes 2009'/><category term='AS3'/><category term='Fly'/><category term='party'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Hari Raya'/><category term='Extreme Happiness'/><category term='running'/><category term='Langkawi'/><category term='Cricket (?)'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Football'/><title type='text'>Qu'est-ce que vous dites? Vous êtes une putain.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5362373585482235575</id><published>2010-03-22T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:33:31.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Currypuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>Keep On Movin</title><content type='html'>I've migrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emanazrin.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5362373585482235575?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5362373585482235575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5362373585482235575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5362373585482235575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5362373585482235575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/03/keep-on-movin.html' title='Keep On Movin'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4821352525093803821</id><published>2010-03-07T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:08:54.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Wait! They Don’t Love You Like I Love You</title><content type='html'>Pack up;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stray;&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, say, say;&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, say, say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4413414996/" title="IMG_9133 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4413414996_1553770a6d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9133" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4821352525093803821?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4821352525093803821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4821352525093803821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4821352525093803821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4821352525093803821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wait-they-dont-love-you-like-i-love-you.html' title='Wait! They Don’t Love You Like I Love You'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7797400846893761667</id><published>2010-03-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:13:16.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>It's Not All Roses and Happy Endings</title><content type='html'>I see trees of brown, burnt roses too,&lt;br /&gt;They're all fucked up, 'cause of me and you,&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;What a fucked up world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7797400846893761667?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7797400846893761667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7797400846893761667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7797400846893761667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7797400846893761667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-all-roses-and-happy-endings.html' title='It&apos;s Not All Roses and Happy Endings'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4627101243976602383</id><published>2010-02-17T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:32:26.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>You Crazy Bugger, You Can't Do All This! What Are You, A Mormon?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is undeniably absolutely fabulously funny. If you appreciate British humour &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which can be quite dry at times, and requiring more brainpower and pinches of salt than some people seem to be able to handle)&lt;/span&gt; you might appreciate it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ope-1Zb5t-k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ope-1Zb5t-k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I'm posting a video. Never has happened before, but I think this one is worth a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's been roughly a week since I got back in Perth, and it's been alright so far. Finally got all my stuff in today, so I've finally fully moved in, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Très bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4627101243976602383?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4627101243976602383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4627101243976602383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4627101243976602383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4627101243976602383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-crazy-bugger-you-cant-do-all-this.html' title='You Crazy Bugger, You Can&apos;t Do All This! What Are You, A Mormon?!'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4742907347716742391</id><published>2010-02-11T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:11:22.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>I Change Shapes Just to Hide in This Place</title><content type='html'>In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody of who could be strong,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pulling your disguise up,&lt;br /&gt;Or you free or are you tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal - Miike Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4742907347716742391?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4742907347716742391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4742907347716742391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4742907347716742391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4742907347716742391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-change-shapes-just-to-hide-in-this.html' title='I Change Shapes Just to Hide in This Place'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6624326211279982291</id><published>2010-01-31T00:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:16:00.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Control Yourself, Take Only What You Need From It</title><content type='html'>I know there’s something down below,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll keep reaching in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Feet of Snow (Miami Horror Remix) - The Dirty Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a hectic week, with me planning things and purchasing stuff, which hopefully will boost my interest in photography. I can't wait for tomorrow to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4315800611/" title="IMG_8496 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4315800611_5acf4a53ca_o.jpg" width="480" height="320" alt="IMG_8496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, who the fuck were all those people at TAG yesterday?! Gile ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6624326211279982291?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6624326211279982291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=6624326211279982291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6624326211279982291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6624326211279982291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/control-yourself-take-only-what-you.html' title='Control Yourself, Take Only What You Need From It'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7157482034467563798</id><published>2010-01-27T04:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:28:34.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Experiment, Success!</title><content type='html'>She wears short skirts,&lt;br /&gt;I wear T-Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Experimented with a few flashes, and some ghetto soft-boxes made of shoe-boxes. And it was a success! Wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4307462364/" title="IMG_7993 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4307462364_6a5812915e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7993" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4306719795/" title="IMG_7965 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4306719795_dd2aca0cb0_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7965" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera courtesy of Lisa. 400D + 24-70 2.8 L.&lt;br /&gt;Shoe is the Nike Aloha Dunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7157482034467563798?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7157482034467563798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7157482034467563798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7157482034467563798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7157482034467563798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/experiment-success.html' title='Experiment, Success!'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6250966471689171224</id><published>2010-01-23T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T05:40:57.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Music Is What It's All About</title><content type='html'>We're burning down the highway skyline,&lt;br /&gt;On the back of a hurricane that started turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Were Young - The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6250966471689171224?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3659009787285249500</id><published>2010-01-16T06:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:09:13.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>AA 24/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4277564708/" title="IMG_7174 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4277564708_1c4583748e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7174" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4277565864/" title="IMG_7222 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4277565864_167f142ab5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7222" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4276818441/" title="IMG_7186 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4276818441_d2072d845c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7186" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4277566830/" title="IMG_7264 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4277566830_40dc3aa003_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7264" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4276820875/" title="IMG_7283 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4276820875_8b64829a3f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7283" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4276821237/" title="IMG_7309 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4276821237_65ea96b3be_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7309" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Many DJs was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3659009787285249500?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3659009787285249500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3659009787285249500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3659009787285249500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3659009787285249500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/aa-247.html' title='AA 24/7'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4412661683366584779</id><published>2010-01-14T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:51:41.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Rupa Mu, Masih, Masih, Masih, Masih</title><content type='html'>Takkan puas ku, mengiringi semua tawa dan tangisan mu,&lt;br /&gt;Anggun wajahmu, pelita yg terang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itu Kamu - Estranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this song still gives me goosebumps after all these years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4412661683366584779?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4412661683366584779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4412661683366584779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4412661683366584779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4412661683366584779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/rupa-mu-masih-masih-masih-masih.html' title='Rupa Mu, Masih, Masih, Masih, Masih'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3245262344377593790</id><published>2010-01-11T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:06:48.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Terdiam Kerana Berwarna Ungu, Kuputuskan Biar Bisu</title><content type='html'>Kutatap berseri berwarna hijau&lt;br /&gt;Yang menawan sanubari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aurora - Estranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4265678050/" title="AJL 2010 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4265678050_5a207b45d4_o.jpg" alt="AJL 2010" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Meet Uncle Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went to AJL 2010 with a few friends, thanks to my dad for the tickets. We got there quite early, actually, but had to wait for the girls, and so had problems getting in. Thanks again to my dad. Then the place was so packed that we had to resort to standing. We eventually got seats (which were very unconventional seats, and we were not supposed to even sit there, I suppose), and again, thanks to my dad. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4264927985/" title="AJL 2010 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4264927985_6ccc6e2c6b_o.jpg" alt="AJL 2010" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winner of AJL 2010, Aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoyed the show, which was good. I was pretty.. restless, all throughout the show. I was analyzing audio, performances, backstage stuff, all that nonsense. Hahahaha. I can't even go to an event without thinking about all that anymore. Ish I miss that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4264927553/" title="AJL 2010 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4264927553_29e6c15fc5_o.jpg" alt="AJL 2010" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The crowd. Packed to the rafters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3245262344377593790?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3245262344377593790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3245262344377593790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3245262344377593790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3245262344377593790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/terdiam-kerana-berwarna-ungu-kuputuskan.html' title='Terdiam Kerana Berwarna Ungu, Kuputuskan Biar Bisu'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2933017402345132988</id><published>2010-01-08T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:33:53.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>I Need a Direction to Perfection, No No No</title><content type='html'>Help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All These Things That I've Done - The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4253357244/" title="IMG_0671 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4253357244_c0467139c9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0671" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, for a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a pretty good day, and it's not because I was out doing good things, which I rarely do, anyway, but because I woke up pretty early, and I spent my time at home being somewhat creative, playing Tap-Tap 3 till my fingers ached, and also managing to finish a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to come up with a new blog design, and was oh so inspired to do it, but after struggling with my header, I lost all interest in doing it, and my attention wandered. Bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did come up with this though. I've wanted to do something like it since Christmas, but never really got to it. Um.. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4254111073/" title="Snowman Rawr by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/4254111073_ba3a5b5a23_o.jpg" alt="Snowman Rawr" height="292" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What snowmen are like at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. Oh, on Sunday I'm going to AJL. Aside from that, my days in Malaysia are numbered, and the countdown to Perth begins. Bum bum bummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2933017402345132988?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2933017402345132988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2933017402345132988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2933017402345132988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2933017402345132988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-direction-to-perfection-no-no-no.html' title='I Need a Direction to Perfection, No No No'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5459246504312362182</id><published>2010-01-03T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:44:13.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Play Me a Sad Song, Because That's What I Want To Hear</title><content type='html'>I know that you’ll go soon.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out so take me with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Song - Au Revoir Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4210249403/" title="IMG_6540b by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4210249403_b512a772dd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6540b" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Use the force, Luke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 came and went. Woosh! So yeah. It was by far the most interesting year that I've had. There were so many ups, downs, roundabouts, u-turns, dead-ends, wrong-ways and crowded motorcycle lanes that it wasn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! This isn't going to be some whimsical pining piece of writing that reflects on the past year and whatnot. I leave those things behind me, and look forward to better things. 2010 should be a good year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bout two years till earth's destruction too, if some things were to be believed. &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully by then I've got enough photographic and video equipment to properly document it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Yesterday, I bought myself two movies which I haven't seen yet which makes me look like the most outdated 21-year-old in the history of toilet paper. Bought myself Star Trek and District 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were excellent movies, both with different impacts. I loved Star Trek though, because it gave me goosebumps when I think back about the members of the Enterprise and how they got together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plus I think Spock looks like Kwee Jin.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5459246504312362182?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5459246504312362182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5459246504312362182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5459246504312362182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5459246504312362182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/play-me-sad-song-because-thats-what-i.html' title='Play Me a Sad Song, Because That&apos;s What I Want To Hear'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1790260572209465374</id><published>2009-12-22T01:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:24:51.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Kids Wanna Bop, Out In the Street</title><content type='html'>Bang! You're so evil baby.&lt;br /&gt;Bang! You're no sweetheart baby.&lt;br /&gt;Bang! You keep me blushing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang! - The Raveonettes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. I wanted to play around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4203947562/" title="3xself by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4203947562_9a18e1bac0_o.jpg" alt="3xself" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooo.. er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Just now went and met up with Anusha and the rest of the 8TV gang at TTDI, and it was a fun gathering, aside from the fact that I got called buntal tembam comel gemuk and stuff to that effect. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good song (clickety click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.me.com/eman.azrin/ko5l1c.mp3" target="_blank"&gt; Bang! - The Raveonettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1790260572209465374?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1790260572209465374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1790260572209465374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1790260572209465374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1790260572209465374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids-wanna-bop-out-in-street.html' title='Kids Wanna Bop, Out In the Street'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8019453123250839220</id><published>2009-12-19T05:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:35:08.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>And When I Caught It You Were Out Of Reach</title><content type='html'>But I'm sure, I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;You've heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart Skipped a Beat - The XX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4194970466/" title="IMG_6119 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4194970466_f98b47e070_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6119" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4194214757/" title="IMG_6121 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4194214757_16d4302214_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6121" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoa hey I've cleaned my room, properly this time. Hahahaha. It started off grudgingly, but then I got into the flow of things, and I ended up doing it properly. Cleaned out my closet too, and I've removed tonnes of stuff that I don't need anymore (e.g. clothes). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm left with less than 20 pieces of clothing, though I take that as an excuse to go out and get more ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to TAG just now with Kinz, Andrew, Meph&lt;/span&gt;, and met with some long lost people there, and in that sense it was a nice night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But TAG in itself was pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt; Music banyak tak layan, and crowd was only so-so. And there was a creep! Hahahahaha! Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4194214581/" title="IMG_6141 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2762/4194214581_e677c1f7d9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6141" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me under my leaf =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Tomorrow (Saturday) and Sunday are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eman is a good boy and will stay at home" &lt;/span&gt;days, though, so hopefully I shall stick to that. And I also want to lose some weight.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm touching 60kg!&lt;/span&gt; Crazy! I want to go back to 55. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Check these songs out (click to download):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.me.com/eman.azrin/1i3gz9.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Night by Night - Chromeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.me.com/eman.azrin/lwnxzy.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Gimme Sympathy - Metric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, it's closing time, and I know who I want to take me home ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8019453123250839220?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8019453123250839220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8019453123250839220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8019453123250839220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8019453123250839220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-when-i-caught-it-you-were-out-of.html' title='And When I Caught It You Were Out Of Reach'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3139233568052793189</id><published>2009-12-06T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:25:39.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Girl If It's Alright, 100%</title><content type='html'>It's intellectual, I want to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go, until you say please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% - Chromeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4161649579/" title="IMG_5953 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2619/4161649579_8f395b6b43_o.jpg" alt="IMG_5953" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and I'll update this place sometime in the near future, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3139233568052793189?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3139233568052793189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3139233568052793189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3139233568052793189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3139233568052793189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-if-its-alright-100.html' title='Girl If It&apos;s Alright, 100%'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2875245826661353029</id><published>2009-11-02T13:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:23:48.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Que Tu M'aimais Encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.&lt;br /&gt;Serait-ce possible alors ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quelqu'un m'a dit - Carla Bruni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't slept since yesterday. Hahaha. I had a hand in an exhibition installation just now in uni at about 10 am so yeah, I decided to stay up after a late-ish night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4066863657/" title="IMG_0415 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4066863657_34f9a93897_o.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="IMG_0415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mine is the one with some words splashed across the face. White poster with red illustration of a face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was trying to keep myself awake last night, so I drew. Well sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/4067616868/" title="zooey big by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4067616868_6b072c57f2.jpg" width="406" height="500" alt="zooey big" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do you let me stay here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2875245826661353029?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2875245826661353029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2875245826661353029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2875245826661353029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2875245826661353029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-tu-maimais-encore.html' title='Que Tu M&apos;aimais Encore'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4067616868_6b072c57f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4224548284973864925</id><published>2009-10-21T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:17:53.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kinmeng says: (22:15:00)&lt;br /&gt;ehh u busy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eman says: (22:15:05)&lt;br /&gt;wasap karipap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinmeng says: (22:15:12)&lt;br /&gt;i nak gi berak.. nak ikut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eman says: (22:15:17)&lt;br /&gt;NIAHAI ARH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eman says: (22:15:22)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinmeng says: (22:15:23)&lt;br /&gt;farker last time u say tak ajak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4224548284973864925?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4224548284973864925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4224548284973864925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4224548284973864925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4224548284973864925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/10/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-347759580646809086</id><published>2009-10-07T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:29:01.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>We'll Work It Out Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I could do something,&lt;br /&gt;Well you can do something.&lt;br /&gt;If I could do anything,&lt;br /&gt;Can you do something out of this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamer - Supertramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3987991594/" title="IMG_0342 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/3987991594_1288b608e6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0342" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duck I bought during the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better, especially after coming back from Margaret River, and a post will be coming for that trip (actually a post was up, for a few hours, but I took it down because it was messy), it's just that I have lost the mood to post it all up. I've actually lost the mood to do quite a bit of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to start running again. Start there and work my way back into normality. Better, but not yet normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool, one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-347759580646809086?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/347759580646809086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=347759580646809086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/347759580646809086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/347759580646809086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-work-it-out-someday.html' title='We&apos;ll Work It Out Someday'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5710391928494912839</id><published>2009-09-29T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:01:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Goodbye</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5710391928494912839?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5710391928494912839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5710391928494912839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5710391928494912839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5710391928494912839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/temporary-goodbye.html' title='Temporary Goodbye'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2557007533389367823</id><published>2009-09-29T03:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:45:26.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Friend is a Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>To me, coming from you,&lt;br /&gt;friend is a four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;End is the only part of the word&lt;br /&gt;That I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend Is A Four Letter Word - Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is it that it takes so little to make me happy, but it also takes so little to make me feel so meh? What kind of fuckery is this? Why am I wired in such a way that these things happen? What the fuck went wrong in my genetic engineering? And why the fuck do I need to jot this down? Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I was a turtle&lt;/span&gt;. Hah! That hasn't been uttered in a long long time. I think it deserves a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next few days when I'm getting away from this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucked-up godforsaken shithole&lt;/span&gt; for a bit will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2557007533389367823?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2557007533389367823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2557007533389367823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2557007533389367823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2557007533389367823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-is-four-letter-word.html' title='Friend is a Four Letter Word'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4709036560522815159</id><published>2009-09-28T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:44:43.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad</title><content type='html'>And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,&lt;br /&gt;Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool,&lt;br /&gt;By making his world a little colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Jude - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3949526129/" title="Jude by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3949526129_102414e154.jpg" alt="Jude" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get it right, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4709036560522815159?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4709036560522815159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4709036560522815159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4709036560522815159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4709036560522815159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-jude-dont-make-it-bad.html' title='Hey Jude, Don&apos;t Make It Bad'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3949526129_102414e154_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7668059965548488182</id><published>2009-09-24T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:20:00.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>L-O-V-E's Just Another Word I Never Learned to Pronounce</title><content type='html'>Tight jeans, Double D's makin' me go [whistles]&lt;br /&gt;All the people on the street know [whistles whistles]&lt;br /&gt;Iced-out, lit-up make the kids go [whistles]&lt;br /&gt;All the people on the street know [whistle whistle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starstrukk - 3OH!3 ft. Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Buang masa melukis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3948344358/" title="Cate by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3948344358_49c40bd942.jpg" alt="Cate" height="490" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignmentssss! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7668059965548488182?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7668059965548488182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7668059965548488182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7668059965548488182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7668059965548488182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-o-v-es-just-another-word-i-never.html' title='L-O-V-E&apos;s Just Another Word I Never Learned to Pronounce'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3948344358_49c40bd942_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6373682936800166973</id><published>2009-09-15T21:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:41:23.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>You Don't Need Money, Don't Take Fame</title><content type='html'>Don't need no credit card to ride this train&lt;br /&gt;Its strong and its sudden and its cruel sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But it might just save your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power of Love - Huey Lewis and the News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched Back To The Future (again) the other night, since I couldn't sleep. Fell in love (again) with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lea Thompson&lt;/span&gt; in that movie. Gah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She looked so sweet with her blue dress and white shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my phail attempt at illustrating her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3922463013/" title="Lea big by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3922463013_a87895bb51.jpg" alt="Lea big" height="500" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall of Fame material: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eman says: (21:42:54)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bathe lahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c a r y n says: (21:43:56)&lt;br /&gt;bathe laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c a r y n says: (21:43:58)&lt;br /&gt;im not watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I've a pretty creepy friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty, and yet, creepy, at the same time. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style="text-align: justify"&gt;In other news, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday was a terrific day!&lt;/span&gt; It was bright and sunny, I felt loads better, I did my laundry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(everyone was doing their laundry, it was like, the fellowship of dirty clothes or something)&lt;/span&gt;,  had a long chat with friends while waiting for the dryer to finish um.. drying, went out to have dinner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got bitten on the shoulder,&lt;/span&gt; had ice cream, and and and.. my package arrived! Wheee! Delivered right to my doorstep. Finally, after missing out on the previous generations, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my iPhone has landed. Mac assimilation, complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3919863794/" title="Photo 68 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/3919863794_7dd3ae6d07_o.jpg" alt="Photo 68" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the first photo taken with it. Razeen's chest, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3922460847/" title="IMG_0001 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3922460847_d890c03868_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0001" height="427" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/style="text-align:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6373682936800166973?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6373682936800166973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=6373682936800166973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6373682936800166973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6373682936800166973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-need-money-dont-take-fame.html' title='You Don&apos;t Need Money, Don&apos;t Take Fame'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3922463013_a87895bb51_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4643513403124533916</id><published>2009-09-14T04:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:25:38.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>And You Will Hold My Heart Inside Your Hand</title><content type='html'>Oh, we've got a long, long way to go&lt;br /&gt;To get there&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there&lt;br /&gt;But oh, if there's one thing that we know&lt;br /&gt;It's that we will not grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Will Not Grow Old - Lenka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3916423511/" title="IMG_3174 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/3916423511_604705c9ff_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3174" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My last update was kinda weird, wasn't it? Hahaha. Of all things, complaining about the length of time my flatmate spent in our bathroom. I think he might be thinking the same thing every time I'm in the bathroom, since I seem to spend ages in there as well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(gotta love hot showers and nice-smelling bodywash)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been sick for the past few days&lt;/span&gt;, and I put it down to being caught in the rain a lot. The weather here is very weird, and erratic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not erotic, though that would be pretty interesting, I believe)&lt;/span&gt;. On Thursday, I got caught in the rain a fair few times, on the way to Uni, and on the way back. On Friday, it was wet and windy in the city. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cue headaches, fever and colds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the sun is playing peek-a-boo with us, coming out when it wants to, and at other times spitting/pissing on us. If it's a fine light misty drizzle, then it's sneezing. Then there's the wind. It's like walking in a wind tunnel at times. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank god I have a pretty aerodynamic shape, meaning I can just cut through the wind with relative ease, compared to someone who is built like a truck&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of which, I think I wanna keep my hair long this time, so that when the wind blows, my hair can blow about in the wind. I like the feeling too, of wind going through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been pretty sick. But it fluctuates. It's like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get this sudden headache that feels like a 10-tonne truck just rammed straight into my head and simultaneously exploding whilst a high-pitched whine is playing in the background, just loud enough to annoy the shit out of me.&lt;/span&gt; Then after about 5 minutes I'm alright again. Bah. Today I kinda felt worse and yet, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, after having one of the most restless sleep sessions in my life, feeling like the world was spinning. Whoa! But the rest of the day passed with nothing real interesting happening, save for me taking a nap at about 5 and waking up at 7.30, feeling better. Made myself some sausage, egg and toast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(oh my, Eman, making a full fledged breakfast, for dinner?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to Nawar's to collect some chicken (and she served me green tea, thank you very much), and made my way to Caryn's for tea (yet again, but how can I resist?), which made me feel better. Or perhaps it was the walk to and from Nawar's, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the exposure to the bone-chilling ball-shrinking hair-standing pee-freezing cold waking me up beyond belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm awake. Because I woke up. Duh. Another restless sleep. Fixed myself a cup of soup, and I can just feel the drowsiness begin again. T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omorrow, I hope, I will be fixed, and that should mark the beginning of a very good week&lt;/span&gt;, with a significant date coming up. Ah, hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite of a while since I could experience your brightness.&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a brighter smile and I think I'm going to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pogo  (Shinichi Osawa Remix) - Digitalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4643513403124533916?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4643513403124533916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4643513403124533916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4643513403124533916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4643513403124533916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-you-will-hold-my-heart-inside-your.html' title='And You Will Hold My Heart Inside Your Hand'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-483819303066460203</id><published>2009-09-09T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:41:16.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Oh, Woe is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My flatmate is taking ages in the bathroom. This is absurd. This has never happened. My feet feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-483819303066460203?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/483819303066460203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=483819303066460203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/483819303066460203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/483819303066460203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-woe-is-me.html' title='Oh, Woe is Me'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5113733734423396964</id><published>2009-09-09T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:43:06.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>(Do and Don't)s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your laugh rings in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;I put a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;But inside, I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took your picture down,&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin of skipping town,&lt;br /&gt;This place is just too much,&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm gonna drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this, yet it's self-inflicted. Over-analysing seems to be a fault of mine. Over-thinking things too. I can rarely "go with the flow", and am hardly spontaneous. Even typing this post got me thinking twice about what to say. The temptation to just cmd+a and delete is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate assignments, amongst other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a happier note, I'm okay. I just felt like doing this. Big grin, see? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie to myself every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Lisa says I'm cheating, so I'm putting this back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5113733734423396964?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5113733734423396964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5113733734423396964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5113733734423396964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5113733734423396964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-and-donts.html' title='(Do and Don&apos;t)s'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1977280458360149370</id><published>2009-09-07T04:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:31:35.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Sememangnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm no good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3896031798/" title="illust by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2429/3896031798_869145a382.jpg" alt="illust" height="500" width="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1977280458360149370?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1977280458360149370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1977280458360149370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1977280458360149370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1977280458360149370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/sememangnya.html' title='Sememangnya'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2429/3896031798_869145a382_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3667591732015064284</id><published>2009-09-06T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:52:59.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Whatever Happens, I'll Leave It All To Chance</title><content type='html'>I'll face it with a grin!&lt;br /&gt;I'm never giving in!&lt;br /&gt;On with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Show Must Go On - Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3889999081/" title="Kinz gay by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/3889999081_0ebf87b468_o.jpg" alt="Kinz gay" height="197" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is gay and has weird fetishes. FML&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3667591732015064284?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3667591732015064284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3667591732015064284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3667591732015064284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3667591732015064284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatever-happens-ill-leave-it-all-to.html' title='Whatever Happens, I&apos;ll Leave It All To Chance'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2671189832347331606</id><published>2009-09-04T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:47:38.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>You'd Think That People Would've Had Enough of Silly Love Songs</title><content type='html'>I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant Love Medley - Ewan McGregor &amp;amp; Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3885220552/" title="IMG_0067 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3885220552_ba1882023c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0067" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moulin Rogue&lt;/span&gt; (finally), and I have to say it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very entertaining&lt;/span&gt;, though the ending did leave me feeling kind of bleh, meh, and drained. I had to stop and think, and also fix myself a teapot of tea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shamelessly making myself at home in Caryn's flat)&lt;/span&gt;. It was better than what I expected, though I'm not quite sure what it was that I expected. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked the treatment, and I loved the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer!&lt;br /&gt;So delighting, it will run for 50 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different topic, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this holiday week has whizzed by very fast,&lt;/span&gt; and I can't seem to remember where my days have gone. I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two assignments due next week,&lt;/span&gt; so I know I'm going to have to finish up soon. Both are half-way done, so it won't be too bad to get them finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2671189832347331606?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2671189832347331606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2671189832347331606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2671189832347331606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2671189832347331606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/09/youd-think-that-people-wouldve-had.html' title='You&apos;d Think That People Would&apos;ve Had Enough of Silly Love Songs'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4081422283403035633</id><published>2009-08-28T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:49:47.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>The Smell Of Your Hair Is Literally Amazing, Honestly</title><content type='html'>You can see she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;And everything around her is a silver pool of light&lt;br /&gt;The people who surround her feel the benefit of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3862554186/" title="Ticketek Britney by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3862554186_bb12e9bd01.jpg" alt="Ticketek Britney" height="401" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I knowwww I'm gonna get so much shit for this&lt;/b&gt;, especially from all you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. But, well.. uh.. yeah, I can't really explain myself for wanting to go for this. Turned down shitloads of gig invites, and the one concert I go to is Britney Spears ey? Well life's like that. Unpredictable ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just saw the results of tonight's Champions League draw, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we've got CSKA Moscow, Besiktas and Vfl Wolfburg&lt;/span&gt;. Hrm hrm. Not an easy group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4081422283403035633?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4081422283403035633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4081422283403035633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4081422283403035633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4081422283403035633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/08/smell-of-your-hair-is-literally-amazing.html' title='The Smell Of Your Hair Is Literally Amazing, Honestly'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3862554186_bb12e9bd01_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3547863179539094158</id><published>2009-08-25T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:38:07.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>And We Will Only Need Each Other, We'll Breathe Together</title><content type='html'>You got me skippin' down the street,&lt;br /&gt;And singin' love songs all out of key,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't smoke nothin' but I feel so high,&lt;br /&gt;And I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La La La - LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3851207919/" title="IMG_3100 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/3851207919_e472c43568_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3100" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 21, and to be honest, I know I could've been happier. For one thing, I celebrated it away from home, so no royal visits, no ultimate 21st birthday gift and all that guff. Add to that the fact that Ramadan decides to fall on my 21st birthday, so.. hurm.. But it's not too bad ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find I'm eating kurmas (dates) like chocolate. It's so weird, I used to hate those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a 1d mark3 for my birthday laaaa! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a car, not some weird ass key or lock or whatever shit nonsense people get on their 21st, but a dream camera. Gah! Even if it isn't a 1d3, a 1d mark 2N pun I happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my lecturers this semester, I've one that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Mac-head&lt;/span&gt; who teaches me design and stuff, and his classes are all so entertaining and interesting, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a scriptwriter&lt;/span&gt; who.. you  guessed it, wrote scripts and is a lovely lady who is easy to talk to about my studies, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another lecturer who insists on calling everyone bastard&lt;/span&gt;, eg: "Tiger Woods, I think that bastard is a very good golfer". It's especially funny as he has an African accent, so he pronounces it as "Basted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think this semester is pretty decent, study-wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been having pretty regular movie nights, yesterday being a pretty.. weird one. We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eiffel, I'm In Love&lt;/span&gt;, and it was interesting, in a sense, yet disturbing as well. After the movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caryn turned to say to me "I'm never letting you date an Indonesian girl if they're like that".&lt;/span&gt; And I can't fault her, the girl is such a brat/bitch/weirdo kid. Ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's Little Manhattan, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, adios, and happy fasting people =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give a man fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire.. well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3547863179539094158?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3547863179539094158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3547863179539094158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3547863179539094158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3547863179539094158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-we-will-only-need-each-other-well.html' title='And We Will Only Need Each Other, We&apos;ll Breathe Together'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7625496142680766794</id><published>2009-08-19T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:11:59.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me, I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Forgive Me - Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3833658843/" title="DSC00065 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3833658843_193881f845_o.jpg" alt="DSC00065" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it's been a rough few days for me, filled with emotional outbursts and shit happening. Nothing that I can't cope with, but always bordering on the point of driving me off the edge. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like coming back during the week long break, just to get away from this sometimes hell-hole. &lt;/span&gt;I think this semester, though it does have ups, has downs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are okay, people are nice, my head is not in the right place, yeah that kind of thing is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FML I just found out I might've lost like, 6 kg since I came here. I'm now, according to a weighing scale that I'm not sure is at all trustworthy, 49.8 kg. Holy underweight batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Q. How many mystery writers does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Two. One to screw it in most of the way and the other to give it a surprise twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badum Pshhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7625496142680766794?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7625496142680766794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7625496142680766794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7625496142680766794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7625496142680766794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please Forgive Me'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2992236588416868035</id><published>2009-08-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:19:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Me Up and Put Me Down</title><content type='html'>Shut up&lt;br /&gt;Hush your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear you talk to loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerk It Out - The Caesars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2992236588416868035?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2992236588416868035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2992236588416868035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2992236588416868035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2992236588416868035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/08/wind-me-up-and-put-me-down.html' title='Wind Me Up and Put Me Down'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3515635908250055207</id><published>2009-08-01T05:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:11:35.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>No One Needs To Know We're Feeling</title><content type='html'>Higher and higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Higher and higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;But I feel alive and I feel it in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Secrets - Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm back in Perth, and it's hell cold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not sure how that works, since hell is presumably hot and whatnot)&lt;/span&gt;, like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balls-shrink-masuk-perut sleep-wearing-3-layers-of-clothes piss-and-break-pee-off cold&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's partly because I am so used to the hot and humid and bleargh Malaysian weather, and also partly because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it memang is bloody cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've two new flatmates, one girl who seems very cool, and one guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we think, because we haven't really seen him/her).&lt;/span&gt; It felt good to be back, and it was awesome to open my room door again, after nearly 2 months of leaving it. I've lost a mug, but I'm glad my pans and plates and cutlery are all still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start next week, I have some shit to settle, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's good to be back =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3515635908250055207?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3515635908250055207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3515635908250055207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3515635908250055207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3515635908250055207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-needs-to-know-were-feeling.html' title='No One Needs To Know We&apos;re Feeling'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8325428151014120664</id><published>2009-07-29T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:11:25.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>This Time Baby, I'll Be Bulletproof</title><content type='html'>Been there, done that, messed around&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun, don't put me down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you in again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bulletproof - La Roux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3768776504/" title="DSC00025 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3768776504_5b205db28c_o.jpg" alt="DSC00025" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Lim Kin Meng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8325428151014120664?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8325428151014120664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8325428151014120664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8325428151014120664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8325428151014120664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-time-baby-ill-be-bulletproof.html' title='This Time Baby, I&apos;ll Be Bulletproof'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4527090110524045705</id><published>2009-07-27T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:00:53.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Forget Your Name, Forget Your Fear</title><content type='html'>No one is spared&lt;br /&gt;No one is clean&lt;br /&gt;It travels places&lt;br /&gt;You've never been&lt;br /&gt;Or seen before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Night Starts Here - Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start developing some of my photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4527090110524045705?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4527090110524045705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4527090110524045705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4527090110524045705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4527090110524045705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/forget-your-name-forget-your-fear.html' title='Forget Your Name, Forget Your Fear'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2289068980604317298</id><published>2009-07-24T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:35:49.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Crawling Up The Walls, Like A Cat In Heat</title><content type='html'>And I fell, and I fell&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the well, of the well&lt;br /&gt;Like those soft little secrets&lt;br /&gt;That you tell, that you tell&lt;br /&gt;To yourself, when you think&lt;br /&gt;No one's listening to, well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3716894342/" title="2567234656_4fdfedb252 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3716894342_174e8be650_o.jpg" alt="2567234656_4fdfedb252" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One week till lift-off, and I've got to say Malaysia has been very fun. &lt;/span&gt;I've gone out more times than I can count, I've met up with loads of great people, attended awesome events and enjoyed myself very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day someone told me, very seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like "I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't pay attention, so pay attention. Or I'll beat the shit out of you. Cos if you don't pay attention, then I'll beat the shit out of you. Don't make me beat the shit out of you. You don't want me to beat the shit out of you" seriously)&lt;/span&gt;, that some people were worried about me, because I used to be pretty sharp and on the ball, in their terms, and now I'm less than that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not my usual sarcastic-nasty-sharp-bitchy-witty-quick-to-retort self now, and I know they're right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on the lack of mental challenges I've been facing. Yeah, I still read, I still try to practice my English, and whatnot lah! But it's not enough, I guess. The times when I felt like, my mind was actually working was when I had to photograph a few events, where I had to be on my toes. Aside from that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I find my mind rotting.&lt;/span&gt; Ack! I can't even come up with quick retorts when challenged, oh my god. I resort to lame and witless jokes nowdays, which is a bitch, because I know I'm better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even uni challenges aren't the same,  being less challenging, or a different kind of challenging, compared to what work had in store for me. Could be the course, could be me, could be my approach to things in uni, but I find it not as mentally challenging as I'd imagine, or would prefer. They do little to nothing to hone my wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3751116009/" title="DSC00001 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/3751116009_064eafe454_o.jpg" alt="DSC00001" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is a nice colour, but green is better. Grass is green, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2289068980604317298?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2289068980604317298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2289068980604317298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2289068980604317298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2289068980604317298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/crawling-up-walls-like-cat-in-heat.html' title='Crawling Up The Walls, Like A Cat In Heat'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3556001510829335193</id><published>2009-07-22T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:31:20.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Here Comes A Drum Beat, I'm Moving My Feet</title><content type='html'>They take a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the scenery&lt;br /&gt;Counting back from ten&lt;br /&gt;But I will never fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numb - Ben Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3745766880/" title="IMG_3082 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3745766880_2fc4ec64f7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3082" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got this in the mail today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm now a member of Canon Malaysia's CPS&lt;/span&gt;. Not that big a deal as it's not as hard to join as compared to other countries, but yay. Hahaha. Ada la dapat a little bit of discount (20% actually, which is not too bad) for repairs and stuff, so that's a real bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3745786460/" title="IMG_3091 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/3745786460_134c2c01bb_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3091" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Another pair of shoes! Wheeeee! Finally, a black pair. Hahaha. N&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow I can complete the rempit look which I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kinz.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;kinz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; would love.&lt;/span&gt; Ada high-cut shoes (though I think blazers are mid, not high), skinny jeans, and xs tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3745847260/" title="IMG_3098 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3745847260_7aabf1f5e1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3098" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3745050021/" title="IMG_3095 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3745050021_a451348106_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3095" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And one of my cats (Patrick) had to go for some minor surgery to remove some crystals or something in his bladder/kidney&lt;/span&gt; (one of those la, not sure which). Kesian gila weh! He's so groggy and like, high right now. Hahahaha. And he's under house arrest for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now he has something like a catheter (which is roughly the diameter of a vitagen straw) stuck up his pee pee&lt;/span&gt;. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3556001510829335193?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3556001510829335193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3556001510829335193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3556001510829335193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3556001510829335193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-comes-drum-beat-im-moving-my-feet.html' title='Here Comes A Drum Beat, I&apos;m Moving My Feet'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6084426372175161559</id><published>2009-07-18T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:20:51.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Awards'/><title type='text'>Cahaya Terang Menembusi, Bagai Sebuah kisah Misteri</title><content type='html'>Siang malam termimpi mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Pagi petang tercari cari&lt;br /&gt;Tiap saat ternanti nanti&lt;br /&gt;Kau masih tiada disisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirage - Pesawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3731878020/" title="DSC09998 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2522/3731878020_7f246f5570_o.jpg" alt="DSC09998" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went for 8TV's Shout! Awards.&lt;/span&gt; It was a pretty good event, felt big, and some very good performances. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There were a few fuck-ups here and there, specially with the mikes, and the biggest fuckhead in the world Sean Kingston, ntah mana la ko nak jalan sampai blakang pentas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't even sing properly, damn the fool. But oh well, he got the crowd going, so hey ho, I guess he's good for something. Like making mayonnaise, as I quote A Girl Named Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"then sean kingston came on, practically sweating mayonnaise as he bobbed around, mouthing a few words here and there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha! Memang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall I enjoyed the show, I found the artiste performances pretty good, the sound system rocked, and the people nice to look at. I just wish I was more involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6084426372175161559?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6084426372175161559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=6084426372175161559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6084426372175161559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6084426372175161559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/cahaya-terang-menembusi-bagai-sebuah.html' title='Cahaya Terang Menembusi, Bagai Sebuah kisah Misteri'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4664813763750636403</id><published>2009-07-12T02:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:32:40.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nike'/><title type='text'>It's the Good Times That We Shared, and the Bad Times That We'll Have</title><content type='html'>It's twenty seconds till the last call&lt;br /&gt;You're going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"&lt;br /&gt;Lie down you know it's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1901 - Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3710678688/" title="Nike lunar glide by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/3710678688_19c0c4e994_o.jpg" alt="Nike lunar glide" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I attended Nike's Lunar Glide media run thing last Thursday&lt;/b&gt;, and it was pretty interesting. It was a media event, so there were people from all sorts of.. erm.. media. It drizzled a little, during the briefing, and as they were preparing to run, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most, if not all, of them were quite pumped to run&lt;/span&gt;, so what little rain there was didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run though, I was there to take pictures. And what little rain there was, didn't matter, though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did ask Kinz for his consent to using his camera in the drizzle&lt;/span&gt;. Mana la tau, kan? Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picturesss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not sure up to what extent I can release the photos, so I'm just putting the ones I think are safe, and that I like, up) &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3706655766/" title="IMG_2994 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3500/3706655766_5260cc2b37_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2994" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3706655392/" title="IMG_2983 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3438/3706655392_6aaf2d0b5a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2983" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3705843327/" title="IMG_3008 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/3705843327_de02568279_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3008" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3706654426/" title="IMG_2990 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3706654426_0bc5fd2994_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2990" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3705844761/" title="IMG_2900 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/3705844761_e019ae2592_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2900" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3705845083/" title="IMG_3016 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/3705845083_bc2a21d061_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3016" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3705843815/" title="IMG_3057 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/3705843815_ca77ede2c1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3057" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, nothing new has happened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still sleep late, I still go out at night, I still think I'm gaining unnecessary weight, and I tend to waste time thinking about inane things.&lt;/span&gt; However, I did find out that I'm quite the sadist, and I can be a brutally mean fella if I so wanted to. Interesting things to know, though I think I've known them for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Eman's bad traits would be mean, callous, sarcastic, cold, amongst loads of many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4664813763750636403?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4664813763750636403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4664813763750636403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4664813763750636403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4664813763750636403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-good-times-that-we-shared-and-bad.html' title='It&apos;s the Good Times That We Shared, and the Bad Times That We&apos;ll Have'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-759344937301712281</id><published>2009-07-06T04:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:57:38.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Wear Your Real Eyes, No You Don't Realise</title><content type='html'>Forever is a long long time&lt;br /&gt;When you've lost your way&lt;br /&gt;Trying to follow your ideal&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry but your so called life&lt;br /&gt;It is such a waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasso - Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3691679272/" title="IMG_2685 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3691679272_df6c68f093_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2685" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ack, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 70-200 has finally succumbed to the abuse I put it through&lt;/span&gt;. It's my workhorse for outdoor shoots, and I'm going to have to send it in for repairs. Damnation, hopefully it won't take so long and impair my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3690880343/" title="IMG_2620 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3690880343_fbdd2a4496_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2620" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those smears for the out-of-focus areas? Well damn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like there's a circle of focus, and whatever that is outside that circle is smeared towards the circle, instead of being nicely blurred. &lt;/span&gt;Gah! And of all times to discover this, I found out during a pretty damn important shoot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank god Kinz was there to backup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully it won't take more than a week to repair this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: Estimated time of repair for my lens = minimum 5 working days. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 2: Really FML, my lens repair cost is RM948&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-759344937301712281?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/759344937301712281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=759344937301712281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/759344937301712281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/759344937301712281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wear-your-real-eyes-no-you-dont-realise.html' title='Wear Your Real Eyes, No You Don&apos;t Realise'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1171419559628683259</id><published>2009-07-05T05:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:37:54.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>And She's Buying A Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>There's a sign on the wall&lt;br /&gt;But she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3688530406/" title="IMG_1269 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3561/3688530406_683ffc26f1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1269" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Heavyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;2 x 40D + 400D + 24-70 2.8 L + 24-70 2.8 Sigma + 10-20 4-5.6 Sigma + 580 EXII + Sigma 530 DG Super + 430 EX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn has got to be one of the funniest people I've met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think July is going to be a blast. Busy as I can get with work, I still managed to get in some time with some friends, though admittedly not everyone. So far in July I've managed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help somewhat save a clothing disaster, play futsal, meet someone whom I haven't seen a long time, watch a live band perform, get lost in Ampang, take tonnes of photographs, stay out very late, sleep very late, wake up very late, have Japanese dinner, bitch about people, and generally living my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body in general has been protesting my activities as of late, since I don't seem to get enough rest, and I somewhat strain myself too much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My shoulders and wrists bear the brunt of my work, and they can be a bitch when they start to ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3688534930/" title="IMG_2252 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3688534930_bef1fb3426_o.jpg" alt="IMG_2252" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sakit.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more thing to do in the upcoming weeks, so I'll be a busy bee, but I think I can manage to throw in some fun here or there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1N1 @ Urbanscapes, well, I didn't get sick or whatnot, so I didn't go check.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Whatever. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1171419559628683259?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1171419559628683259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1171419559628683259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1171419559628683259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1171419559628683259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-shes-buying-stairway-to-heaven.html' title='And She&apos;s Buying A Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-526157087323759773</id><published>2009-06-28T03:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:16:52.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLUE Urbanscapes 2009'/><title type='text'>Not Easily Offended, Know How To Let It Go</title><content type='html'>Ending this love for gentlemen only&lt;br /&gt;Wealthier gentlemen only&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re lonely&lt;br /&gt;Too late too late too late she’ll be late too late too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisztomania - Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been so busy for the past week, and I haven't had decent sleep in ages. Then Andrew decides to call me out for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urbanscapes 2009&lt;/span&gt;, and I thought hey why not, enjoy a little after so much stress. And it turned out to be fun! Met so many people that I haven't seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed on and enjoyed lights and music till management decided to cut power to the speakers. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! I'm only putting up the party pictures, as they're the only real nice ones I've got. The rest are pretty boring, and you can see what they're all about on just about any other person's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665331055/" title="IMG_1683 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3665331055_2c7ecd1396_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1683" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666131220/" title="IMG_1637 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3666131220_335b765846_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1637" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666136298/" title="IMG_1691 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3666136298_091388536b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1691" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665327837/" title="IMG_1640 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3665327837_b502818f58_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1640" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666130442/" title="IMG_1621 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3307/3666130442_bc2137b04c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1621" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666130278/" title="IMG_1614 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3666130278_1eea507561_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1614" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665320911/" title="IMG_1349 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3665320911_eabef4d714_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1349" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666133822/" title="IMG_1660 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3666133822_c5b59a13d1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1660" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665323257/" title="IMG_1394 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2553/3665323257_8bea529a73_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1394" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665321875/" title="IMG_1367 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3665321875_73e96ba348_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1367" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665324309/" title="IMG_1552 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/3665324309_c440c29d04_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1552" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3666124320/" title="IMG_1340 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3666124320_fd14574dc4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1340" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665318883/" title="IMG_1312 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3402/3665318883_b7ff01a260_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1312" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3665332123/" title="IMG_1688 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3665332123_98c70a850c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1688" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/sets/72157620502059325/" target="_blank"&gt;More party photos at my Flickr here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, good luck to those running in the marathon tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-526157087323759773?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/526157087323759773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=526157087323759773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/526157087323759773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/526157087323759773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-easily-offended-know-how-to-let-it.html' title='Not Easily Offended, Know How To Let It Go'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2237305962092108869</id><published>2009-06-15T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:49:50.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>The Scent of a Lemon Drips From Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>I can't do well when I think you're gonna leave me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I try,&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave me now,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you be believing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Are the People - Empire of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kinz wanted me to post up the pictures of Meph and I masa kat KLCC, so yeah. Wish I had a story to go along with this post, but alas, 'tis not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3628759144/" title="IMG_9648 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3628759144_59cbf6b60f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9648" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627948127/" title="IMG_9658 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3627948127_c60bde5f21_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9658" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627947287/" title="IMG_9654 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3402/3627947287_23a52316b3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9654" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627947835/" title="IMG_9657 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3627947835_0e9c152c45_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9657" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627948127/" title="IMG_9658 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday night I went out and met up with Caryn and Arthur at Poppy&lt;/span&gt;, was Rosalyn's birthday, and I was asked if I wanted to come, so I thought why not, have some fun and all. Damn was the place crowded. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like, filled to the brim with all these weird looking chinese people (you know, those sotongs, lalas, clams. Seafood, in general).&lt;/span&gt; And and and! It was hot! Aaaaah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was like stepping into a sauna in a desert during summer in the afternoon. HOT!&lt;/span&gt; Tapi fun jugak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesteryday (Sunday), or rather this morning, I was out with Kinz and Andrew, went to Kinz's place to checkout some stuff, and just generally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waste time watching Andrew trying to put his middle toe up.&lt;/span&gt; Hilarious shit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, and I messed with Kinz's twitter HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after everything was said and done, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went home with a pair of shoes :D&lt;/span&gt; It's been a while since I bought a pair, so I just had to get one. Hopefully another one is on the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3628826364/" title="IMG_0414 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3404/3628826364_8c28594fea_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0414" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3628013373/" title="IMG_0415 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3628013373_a62635508f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_0415" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today I woke up at 11.45 (holy shit that's early)&lt;/span&gt; cos Razeen called and asked if I wanted to meet up and have lunch, since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he just touched down from Perth. &lt;/span&gt;Called Caryn and I sounded dead on the phone, made her say "Oh my god", fetched her, and we headed to the Curve. Buk bak buk bak badum psssh we ended up at Starbux, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where hilarious random shit happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627948393/" title="DSC09928 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3627948393_3ea7c3a38e_o.jpg" alt="DSC09928" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627996557/" title="DSC09932 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3627996557_ac88a4f5cd_o.jpg" alt="DSC09932" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627996317/" title="DSC09931 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3627996317_ffe45c5a20_o.jpg" alt="DSC09931" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3627996153/" title="DSC09930 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3627996153_7f5ac9c8fc_o.jpg" alt="DSC09930" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Left at about 5.30, cos I needed to fetch Lisa, and babadada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got stuck in the jam of Satan in SS2. &lt;/span&gt;Pasar malam and shit. Ceh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's it, and I have futsal later with Raj. Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2237305962092108869?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2237305962092108869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2237305962092108869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2237305962092108869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2237305962092108869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/06/scent-of-lemon-drips-from-your-eyes.html' title='The Scent of a Lemon Drips From Your Eyes'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3726680150634552510</id><published>2009-06-09T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:57:57.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>I Kinda Get To Thinking Of All The Things You Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Open up your eyes, you keep on crying baby I'll bleed you dry&lt;br /&gt;The skies they blink at me, I see a storm bubbling up from the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer - Kings Of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610960056/" title="IMG_9460 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3610960056_57e548803c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9460" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Had a pretty good and long day today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went out at around 11-ish to meet up with Arthur and Caryn, lama tak jumpa diorang kan,&lt;/span&gt; so yeah had a sorta brunch thing. It was fun, interesting, and I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my right shoulder might be bruised from all the smacking that I recieved in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 1.30 I headed off to the LRT station and to KL to meet up with Kinz and Meph, and we took some photos whilst walking around the Pasar Seni area. Interesting, actually, but kinda hot for me. Ahhh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not . Used . To . Weather .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to get myself a cheap watch, and hey ho I did! Hahahaha. I'm happy, and I want two more to be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610155679/" title="IMG_9734 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3610155679_9322b1d9f7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9734" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed on to KLCC for Meph to meet up with some dodgy looking dude for a game. Hmmm. Hahaha. Lepak-ed outside and in, and took loads of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610959510/" title="IMG_9431 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3610959510_5bca59f5db_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9431" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610958076/" title="IMG_9421 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3610958076_43756e6a5a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9421" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610151233/" title="IMG_9563 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3610151233_693f15c047_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9563" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610960928/" title="IMG_9517 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3610960928_c9ae316bda_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9517" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610149347/" title="IMG_9533 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/3610149347_e492aae611_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9533" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610965496/" title="IMG_9618 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3610965496_3041a12d79_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9618" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610152001/" title="IMG_9610 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3610152001_f140ac0a33_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9610" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kinz, the bastard, let me play with his lens. Pundek! It's so wideeeeee. Gah. Hahahaha. I can't wait for my next acquisition then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610154691/" title="IMG_9695 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3610154691_43d801ddfa_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9695" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3610967624/" title="IMG_9706 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2477/3610967624_da258396ef_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9706" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Good day, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3726680150634552510?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3726680150634552510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3726680150634552510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3726680150634552510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3726680150634552510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-kinda-get-to-thinking-of-all-things.html' title='I Kinda Get To Thinking Of All The Things You Said'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5590223373823072870</id><published>2009-06-09T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:52:39.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBF'/><title type='text'>You're Just A Cold Dust Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're so clever and cool, who ever could turn you on&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so clever it takes no effort to burn you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cold Dust Girl - Hey Champ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored! Hahaha. Wow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baru balik satu minggu dah bosan.&lt;/span&gt; Met up with people for the past week, since touching down on Thursday morning. Had my fair share of mamak food and lepaking. I might be a little busy in the coming weeks, depending on how things go. But for now, it's been pretty dull for me at night. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a half-arsed drawing that I did. Took me about an hour and a half. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really cbf work, actually.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3608421060/" title="killers small by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3608421060_47a2c14ddf_o.jpg" width="480" height="447" alt="killers small" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5590223373823072870?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5590223373823072870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5590223373823072870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5590223373823072870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5590223373823072870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-just-cold-dust-girl.html' title='You&apos;re Just A Cold Dust Girl'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-786445382068816886</id><published>2009-05-25T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:56:23.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>They've Been With Me Through It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they will be, for the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/newbest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get cracking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can touch the moment, almost feel it in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where we're goin' baby we don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no mystery just use your imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Let it take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Movin - S Club 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-786445382068816886?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/786445382068816886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=786445382068816886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/786445382068816886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/786445382068816886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/theyve-been-with-me-through-it-all.html' title='They&apos;ve Been With Me Through It All'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7666383035784406645</id><published>2009-05-22T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:25:21.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rotoscoping'/><title type='text'>Why Do You Let Me Stay Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3553525717/" title="Zooey Deschanel by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3553525717_357c38e3c4_o.jpg" alt="Zooey Deschanel" height="645" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first shot at this. Horribly hard! Espeically the hair, and lips. And her face looks fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Lisa can stand doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's another one. Addictive lah! Yang ni besar sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3555385878/" title="Untitled by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3555385878_48f0128a9a_o.jpg" alt="" height="577" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7666383035784406645?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7666383035784406645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7666383035784406645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7666383035784406645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7666383035784406645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-you-let-me-stay-here.html' title='Why Do You Let Me Stay Here'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4843804504560861647</id><published>2009-05-22T15:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:08:19.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AS3'/><title type='text'>Count Backwards, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the rainy days are dying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep on, keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;All the bees and birds are flying (ahh ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;Never let go, gotta hold on in&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop til the break of dawnin&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin dont stop rockin (ahh ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five - Keep on Movin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/headerkot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after hours upon hours of slogging away at the computer and burning my retinas by scanning bits of code to look for errors that I couldn't possibly have made, but Flash says I did an error, but when I look all I can see is black, white and blue, in a jumble of incomprehensible language, such as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/flashcode.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pixel alignments (It's only 0.5 pixels off damnit! Why won't you align?!), I'm finally done with my web design assignment. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, during the time I was working on it, and the time leading up to the deadline, A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dobe Flash decides to play peek-a-boo with me, and suddenly disappears after the magic rainbow ball makes a cameo appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering what the hell a magic rainbow ball looks like, here's an illustration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/magicrainbowball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been taxing and pushing my computer too much these days, running heavy programs at the same time, and during the past week, it was the combination of the programs mentioned in the previous post : [ Photoshop + Illustr... ah let me just show you what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/photoshopstress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this kept on happening every day and night, I toss and turn and keep stressing my mind, I look for peace but see I don't attain, what I need for keeps this silly game we play. Ooops, burst into song there for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see from the beautifully crafted equation above &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which was done in Adobe Photoshop with the aid of a tablet and quite an outstanding amount of boredom),&lt;/span&gt; I was under quite a bit of stress, and I wish I can say that it was brought upon me by none other than myself, for procrastination was the key in my life this semester, but that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent a good two weeks on this bloody thing, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm no good at AS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AS3 is complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm no good at AS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sure, graphics, text, drawings and whatnot, I can get by. Even a little video, sound, or image editing I can try and do. But AS3 is such a bitch to work with, especially since I have little to no idea as to how the damn thing works, and had to resort to video tutorials (which were actually very helpful, and some of them were pretty funny too) and combing obscure forums for bits of code to make a scroll bar, well, scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting experience, I guess, in the end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learnt how to code, how to scroll, how to button, and how to curse in French. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the weather has taken a turn for the cold, wet and windy. It's very windy, it's  very cold, and to top it all off, it's very raining too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/jumbomocha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a Jumbo Mocha. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4843804504560861647?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4843804504560861647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4843804504560861647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4843804504560861647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4843804504560861647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/count-backwards-5-4-3-2-1.html' title='Count Backwards, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4456109724099365150</id><published>2009-05-18T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:00:00.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Adobe Creative Suite 4 : Design Premium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/Untitled-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4456109724099365150?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4456109724099365150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4456109724099365150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4456109724099365150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4456109724099365150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/adobe-creative-suite-4-design-premium.html' title='Adobe Creative Suite 4 : Design Premium'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3385526264371911028</id><published>2009-05-11T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:39:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, Shit, and Other Four Letter Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked how I am, I could be better.&lt;br /&gt;Asked what's happened, I will not answer.&lt;br /&gt;Asked why not, I could not be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Asked if I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lousy feeling to bring shit into someone's life, as well as my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3385526264371911028?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3385526264371911028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3385526264371911028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3385526264371911028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3385526264371911028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-shouldnt-have-and-im-sorry.html' title='Shit, Shit, and Other Four Letter Words'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7613165050143283095</id><published>2009-05-09T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:33:09.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>There But For the Grace of God, Go I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate that I still get stuck when I see you. Needless to say, I'm very disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3515549396/" title="IMG_6446small by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3515549396_f5a97e2603_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6446small" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3515549670/" title="eman shoot 1 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3515549670_57f6bd9d0b_o.jpg" alt="eman shoot 1" height="342" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3510221539/" title="IMG_9247 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3510221539_34a0964612_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9247" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3510222747/" title="IMG_7198 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3510222747_001363dbb2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7198" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3511034856/" title="IMG_6792 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3658/3511034856_2216f8c1a2_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6792" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7613165050143283095?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7613165050143283095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7613165050143283095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7613165050143283095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7613165050143283095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/biarkan-aku-menjaga-perasaan-ini.html' title='There But For the Grace of God, Go I'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5578438472440602705</id><published>2009-05-08T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:11:11.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>A Freak Like Me Just Needs Infinity</title><content type='html'>Relax, take your time&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, and trust in me&lt;br /&gt;And you will find&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infinity - Guru Josh Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/sets/72157617834249142/" title="Kartoon by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3510216291_2038c59f5a_o.jpg" alt="Kartoon" height="100" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something that I've been doing. Found it fun, relaxing and interesting. It's not really called "Kartoonising", probably called rotoscoping or something, but hell I wanna call it what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3510220213/" title="IMG_6959 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3510220213_ceb64fa44b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6959" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I just found myself doing more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3511032874/" title="IMG_7120 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3511032874_533ed5c223_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7120" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3510221807/" title="IMG_7158 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3510221807_f595f20252_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7158" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at my Flickr page: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/sets/72157617834249142/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5578438472440602705?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5578438472440602705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5578438472440602705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5578438472440602705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5578438472440602705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/freak-like-me-just-needs-infinity.html' title='A Freak Like Me Just Needs Infinity'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2789382108101468498</id><published>2009-05-06T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:51:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Have A Cupboard With Cans of Food, Filtered Water and Pictures of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3507122797_d79bd7eca4_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2789382108101468498?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2789382108101468498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2789382108101468498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2789382108101468498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2789382108101468498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-have-cupboard-with-cans-of-food.html' title='I Still Have A Cupboard With Cans of Food, Filtered Water and Pictures of You'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4902995777000901695</id><published>2009-04-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:07:39.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Eh, My Heart Paining La</title><content type='html'>And there's never any rain when you want it&lt;br /&gt;A hollow little game and you've won it&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a thrill, but you've done it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood Is Not America - Ferras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3463242787/" title="IMG_8244 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3463242787_894c7b5d0a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8244" height="60" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Liverpool 4 - 4 Arsenal. How good was that match eh? Intense. The people I watched it with were also awesome. Hilarious comments throughout the match. We actually watched the first 10 minutes with no sound, because we could not figure out what was wrong with the tv. Hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love with the library. I've been going there a lot these past few days. Something about it lets me do my work. Such a difference, compared to doing work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was on a roll today. Not roll like, egg roll or Spanish green tea jam tart kiwi roll, but, well.. you know. Roll. Managed to do two assignments in one night, which is saying something, as I believe in the procrastination aspect of life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 2000 word essay, and an 8 minute edit of a documentary, all done in the space of 4 hours. &lt;/span&gt;Fuyoh, memang sah editor melayu. I'm not too sure of the essay though, so I'm going to look at it again tomorrow, but I think it's decent enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many assignments were due right after the study break, and it was really getting to me. Clutter in the brain, clutter on the computer. Before my assignments were submitted, my desktop was a mess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3418160553/" title="desktop ss by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3418160553_a9baeca75f.jpg" alt="desktop ss" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After submission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3465144463/" title="desktop after by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3465144463_2472626271.jpg" alt="desktop after" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week is going good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3466783006/" title="perth cold by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3466783006_101d2da012_o.jpg" width="473" height="114" alt="perth cold" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4902995777000901695?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4902995777000901695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4902995777000901695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4902995777000901695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4902995777000901695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-my-heart-paining-la.html' title='Eh, My Heart Paining La'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3418160553_a9baeca75f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5643313999492744625</id><published>2009-04-16T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:09:39.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Ini Bukan Yang Pertama Kalinya, Cintaku Pergi Jauh</title><content type='html'>Dan kunyayikan kau lagu cinta&lt;br /&gt;Seindahnya sinar mentari&lt;br /&gt;Seanggunnya sinar rembulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinta - Flop Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3442035479/" title="IMG_9145 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3442035479_8eb6606e8a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9145" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I wish life can be controlled like a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The world has gone to great lengths to conspire against me with inane feats of fuckery, such as making an idiot leave chewing gum in the dryer. Half my clothes have weird gum stains on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5643313999492744625?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5643313999492744625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5643313999492744625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5643313999492744625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5643313999492744625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/04/ini-bukan-yang-pertama-kalinya-cintaku.html' title='Ini Bukan Yang Pertama Kalinya, Cintaku Pergi Jauh'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5212954010409856345</id><published>2009-04-13T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:48:43.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>When I Wanted Sunshine, I Got Rain</title><content type='html'>Tiada puisi atau lagu&lt;br /&gt;Tiada potret tiada ragu&lt;br /&gt;Yang dapat ku ilham seindah mu&lt;br /&gt;Nyata kau satu dalam berjuta&lt;br /&gt;Wahai jelita&lt;br /&gt;Kau istimewa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Istimewa - Indigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3436720539/" title="IMG_9071 head by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3436720539_7650f92765_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9071 head" height="172" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Catamaran Sailing - April 4th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally raining! After a week of pure sunshine and heat. Whoo! And there are brown/orange leaves everywhere. Hahaha. It's like.. like.. brown/orange leaves everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm on a week long holiday, again. Sometimes I wonder if signing up for Murdoch University is more of a summer camp than it is my degree course. Yes, the assignments and classes are there, but we have some sort of break every other week, day, whatever. Not that I'm not happy. I  love this. But money flows when it's the holiday. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3437968814/" title="IMG_8910 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3437172899_86794643d5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8910" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three are responsible for trying to get me fat. Not that it's working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally mustered up the courage to cook something else besides pasta, and hey ho it turned out okay. Hahaha. I made nasi impit (sp?) and kuah kacang. In Australia! Hahahahah! Though I have to admit all I did was put it on to boil. But ada la jugak makanan Malaysia kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Easter makes no sense. Why rabbits giving eggs to celebrate Jesus dying? When I die, I want a giant cat giving out chicken wings" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle Durkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. Why indeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd much rather have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink midget goats serving green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5212954010409856345?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5212954010409856345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5212954010409856345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5212954010409856345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5212954010409856345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-wanted-sunshine-i-got-rain.html' title='When I Wanted Sunshine, I Got Rain'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8924091760757173847</id><published>2009-04-01T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:06:36.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>It's a Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3403096639/sizes/l/" title="IMG_8779 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3403854316_e21cf17129_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8779" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click to see a bigger version, and to read the article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bollocks, I tell you. What's the world coming to? I mean, I'm not against gays or whatnot, but who are we to say that the dolphin is gay? Just because it's pink? Scientists study the behavioural patterns of the fella and say he's gay, but I think it's because they have that preconception in mind, so whatever he does strengthens such thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. The world is going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to Mr. Lim Kin Meng, this one's for you. &lt;/span&gt;I can't believe you have the balls to play a trick on me on April's Fool, and I can't believe I had the lack of wit to realise it. Fuckin Hell. Payback! Nyahaha. But I'll just leave this up for a day or two. Or week. Depends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman says: (01:41:24)&lt;/span&gt; save your tears for when you seeme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:33)&lt;/span&gt; hahaha woahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:33)&lt;/span&gt; ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:36)&lt;/span&gt; that line so cool wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:37) &lt;/span&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:45) &lt;/span&gt;fark man i got nostrils hair growing out of my nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man says: (01:41:49) &lt;/span&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:41:50)&lt;/span&gt; farkk.. shud i trim it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman says: (01:41:55)&lt;/span&gt; then what, your arse ar nostril hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:42:01)&lt;/span&gt; or shud i stretch my tongue to see if i can reach it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman says: (01:42:06)&lt;/span&gt; OK this is going onto my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman says: (01:42:09)&lt;/span&gt; NYAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k i n z says: (01:42:11)&lt;/span&gt; oh farkiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8924091760757173847?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8924091760757173847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8924091760757173847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8924091760757173847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8924091760757173847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-mad-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Mad World'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7367401037860525608</id><published>2009-03-31T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:41.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><title type='text'>I Want to Take You Far, From the Cynics in This Town, and Kiss You on the Mouth</title><content type='html'>We'll cut out bodies free, from the tethers of this scene,&lt;br /&gt;Start a brand new colony.&lt;br /&gt;Where everything will change,&lt;br /&gt;We'll give ourselves new  names (identities erased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brand New Colony - The Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We won't be slicing things up in Photoshop because the previous class just fucked everything up" - Mark Cypher, Web Design Lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3384319137/" title="IMG_8442 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3384319137_a09c217472_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8442" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads of apps in the works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been on and off for the past few weeks with my work, and frankly this scares the shit out of me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm a little behind on Web Design work (if not a lot, gah!)&lt;/span&gt;, and that's one of the last subjects I ever thought I could be lagging in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always thought Doco was the one that would give me problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a couple of calls to some guys back home, asking how they were, and also asking for some favours. Hahaha. Even here I can still ask for favours. Hopefully things pan out good, and I can get what I want, so that my grades will be in tune with what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah called via skype yesterday, and we talked quite a bit, though his original intention for calling was to ask a few things about uni and my acceptance into it, i.e: letters, receipts, etc. It's nice to hear his voice again, as well as Mum's, and it was good to see Snowball after so long. I really miss you guys ( Lisa too, but well, just a tad :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also reminded to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Malaysian Embassy to ask re: Passport certifying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy rock candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy 2 hoodies for Lisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, and I think I'm down with a slight case of flu/fever. I spent most of yesterday and today sleeping when not in class. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be fit as a fiddle again. If not I'll be straining over the toilet again, like last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3395884539/" title="IMG_6959 copy by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3395884539_caf79094a8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6959 copy" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ack! The painnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-its FTW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7367401037860525608?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7367401037860525608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7367401037860525608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7367401037860525608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7367401037860525608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-take-you-far-from-cynics-in.html' title='I Want to Take You Far, From the Cynics in This Town, and Kiss You on the Mouth'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5693390880216001913</id><published>2009-03-23T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:54:56.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>ROFL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinmeng says: (00:49:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da,m [wper o te;; ua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman . transcending retardation of the mind says: (00:49:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman . transcending retardation of the mind says: (00:49:24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da,m [wper o te;; ua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eman . transcending retardation of the mind says: (00:49:26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinmeng says: (00:49:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*damn power it ell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5693390880216001913?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5693390880216001913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5693390880216001913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5693390880216001913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5693390880216001913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/rofl.html' title='ROFL!'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1629387209148687955</id><published>2009-03-22T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:11:47.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>If He Wants to Rock, He Rocks. If He Wants to Roll, He Rolls.</title><content type='html'>If he wants to stay he stays.&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to go he goes.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care how he gets there,&lt;br /&gt;Long as he gets somewhere he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock n Roll - Eric Hutchinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372772948/" title="pano beach by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3372772948_0285148905.jpg" alt="pano beach" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First off, thanks for the feedback re: the site designs. Mostly tallied with what I felt, so that's good, on my side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been pretty rotten in so many aspects it's not funny, snag after snag happened. Bah! It felt like the world was against me. Took me a while to calm down, and sleep helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371949455/" title="_MG_8221 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3371949455_33674be7fc_o.jpg" alt="_MG_8221" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyway, my family came to visit me here, for about 5 days, and I hope they had fun, even if I was a little surly and cynical at times. I did enjoy the company, just that it took some getting used to, especially after a couple of months of not seeing them. They're flying off at about 12 midnight, I think, so yeah, safe flight! See you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371815683/" title="_MG_8291 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3427/3371815683_e8983b9ba5_o.jpg" alt="_MG_8291" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372769654/" title="IMG_8230 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3372769654_d65ef01bcc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8230" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst they were here, we went to a few places, though I wasn't keen on some places. One place that I really enjoyed was the Caversham Wildlife Park. That's where we had the most fun, I believe (aside from them spending money shopping, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Photos galore! Hahahah. And I really do mean photos galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371950195/" title="IMG_8418 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3371950195_f8d6fc08fa_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8418" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372769200/" title="IMG_8351 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3372769200_1042167f0c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8351" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371956327/" title="IMG_8353 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3371956327_2d8d004ddd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8353" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372635850/" title="IMG_8343 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3372635850_66a7934a49_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8343" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372771644/" title="IMG_8347 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3372771644_9ffd43eb59_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8347" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372767550/" title="IMG_8435 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3372767550_f2da962b3b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8435" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371692905/" title="IMG_8326 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3371692905_c7b8d60f91_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8326" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372515218/" title="IMG_8369 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3372515218_c8afe001a9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8369" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372515524/" title="IMG_8392 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3372515524_7e1010e085_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8392" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372773218/" title="IMG_8389 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3372773218_08d840f528_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8389" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372635414/" title="IMG_8421 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3372635414_f56902f217_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8421" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372635000/" title="IMG_8419 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3372635000_8e5f31594e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8419" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371813201/" title="IMG_8428 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3371813201_c7162d989c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8428" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372635230/" title="IMG_8422 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3372635230_77749f9a6f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8422" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372635594/" title="IMG_8425 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3643/3372635594_26ea757fbd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8425" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372636466/" title="IMG_8360 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3372636466_2ec6521389_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8360" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372636164/" title="IMG_8373 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3372636164_88a3fc6191_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8373" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371815275/" title="IMG_8400 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3371815275_ea87728fee_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8400" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371954409/" title="IMG_8358 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3371954409_69f5353f6e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8358" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372768598/" title="IMG_8403 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3372768598_52caf92aae_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8403" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372772088/" title="IMG_8357 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3372772088_b78c796430_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8357" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3371952689/" title="IMG_8380 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3371952689_e54b3afe41_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8380" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372774276/" title="IMG_8325 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3372774276_713ffb1236_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8325" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3372636924/" title="IMG_8367 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/3372636924_a164c8f02e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8367" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More photos should be available on Lisa's blog when she gets back, or on facebook, one of them, depending on her mood. And tomorrow I start uni again! Wheeee! Finally, some studying. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the huge amount of photos :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1629387209148687955?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1629387209148687955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1629387209148687955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1629387209148687955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1629387209148687955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-he-wants-to-rock-he-rocks-if-he.html' title='If He Wants to Rock, He Rocks. If He Wants to Roll, He Rolls.'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3372772948_0285148905_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8467056620398157763</id><published>2009-03-19T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:22:42.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><title type='text'>Somebody Calls You, and You Answer Quite Slowly. A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes</title><content type='html'>Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to take you away.&lt;br /&gt;Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds - Bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3362361737/" title="IMG_7808 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3362361737_edb4dd2bd0_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7808" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3363178648/" title="IMG_7809 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3363178648_3563345e76_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7809" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feed Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family came erm, sideways, sorta, to Australia (sideways, since I don't think it's really down, or up) to visit me! Happiness, is a warm gun, bang bang shoot shoot. Hahahaha. Lisa screamed when she saw me, which shocked me, but I was happy nevertheless. Atuf came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday with them, catching up and talking about mushrooms (I can't get enough of them), and slept at their place. Also watched TV till late, was watching some Czech/Russian/Croatian movie, not sure which. It was interesting. Then woke up, headed back to my place to unload stuff that my parents brought from home (Maggi kari, oh my god, heaven! Hahaha. I can't find maggi kari here) and slept some more. Whoa it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, did some laundry, and had lunch while watching Across the Universe. Which got a lot of approvals from the people who dropped by. Wheee! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3356569625/" title="Reflections by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3356569625_48cccf57c9_o.jpg" alt="Reflections" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought this was cool, can see the reflection of the monitor in the reflection of the monitor in the reflection of the monitor in the yada yada yada hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But anyway. I need some help, I've to design a website for some architectural landscaping thing company, and I've to come up with design compositions/concepts for it. So I've come up with 4, so far, and it's not as easy as it looks, taking into consideration the layout of the page and user-friendliness and whatnot. So yeah, pick one, or tell me which one can be improved. Here, MSN, text, whatever, I need feedback before I propose this to my lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbered 1,2,3 and 4 respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3362380823/" title="Side Tabbed Layout by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/3362380823_f5706edfc0.jpg" alt="Side Tabbed Layout" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3363199458/" title="Central Tabbed Design by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3363199458_b7c926abdd.jpg" alt="Central Tabbed Design" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3363198446/" title="Tabbed Layout by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3363198446_ee85ee8a42.jpg" alt="Tabbed Layout" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3367410639/" title="Middle-side design by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3367410639_9024469162.jpg" alt="Middle-side design" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from that, all's well, and ends well. I've met someone who drives me crazy, in a bad yet good way. Interesting. Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to, I want to be someone else or I'll explode..&lt;br /&gt;Floating upon this surface for the birds,&lt;br /&gt;The birds,&lt;br /&gt;The birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk Show Host - Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8467056620398157763?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8467056620398157763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8467056620398157763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8467056620398157763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8467056620398157763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/newspaper-taxis-appear-on-shore-waiting.html' title='Somebody Calls You, and You Answer Quite Slowly. A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/3362380823_f5706edfc0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2896597867389420307</id><published>2009-03-14T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:49:39.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><title type='text'>We Go Out In Stormy Weather, We Rarely Practice Discern</title><content type='html'>And that's the way we get by&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Way We Get By - Spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3332221037/" title="IMG_7798 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3332221037_240399ac83_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7798" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon shot as requested by Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am, sitting in front of yet another computer, cracking my brain to try make this an interesting post. I've quite a lot to write (or in this case, type) about, but I can't decide how to start, how to fill in the middle, or how to end. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I've lost a lot of my wit and writing (typing) ability over the past year. Not that I had much to begin with anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Past week has been somewhat mild to pretty damn good up till now. The week started slowly, as Mondays always do, with class and class and more class. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched a movie on suicide, recommended by Ashlea, and it really depressed me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She thought it'd help by inspiring me to proceed with my short film idea, and in a way it did.&lt;/span&gt; But it really depressed me as well., more because it was about this nice girl who killed herself, not because I somewhat felt related to the movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie is called "2:37"&lt;/span&gt;. Watch it, it might be of some kind of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched an interesting documentary on Wednesday, it was titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Choice Funerals"&lt;/span&gt; I believe. The first part of it was so sad, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as it was about the death of a baby&lt;/span&gt;, and how the parents decided to carry out the funeral. The combination of the videos, images and music was enough to make me tear. Quite a lot too. Hahahah. Thank god the lights were switched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been reading quite a lot of story books, mostly to do with murders and crime. Went through five books already, in the space of a month, which I guess isn't too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now you must be wondering to yourselves, "What the hell, this kid's obsessed with death." In a way, I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've this somewhat morbid fascination with death, how people die, and whatever else.&lt;/span&gt; It's kinda creepy at times, but hey, it floats my boat, my imagination really gets fuelled by it, and I think I work better after a good movie or story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3352540007/" title="DSC09887 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1062/3352540007_ec174cf1fd_o.jpg" alt="DSC09887" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We get high in backseats of cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I've got two assignments due pretty soon, one due on Monday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a video editing assignment, so it should be right up my alley, right? &lt;/span&gt;Well, in a way, it is. I managed to cut it up and piece it together pretty quickly. The only factor that's holding me back is the laggy playback. I don't know if it is the fault of Adobe Premier Pro (Which sucks, horrendously) or if the computer is not powerful enough. That, and the frequent crashes keep getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Premier Pro is as stable as an upside-down pyramid on an egg in the middle of an earthquake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3353365006/" title="DSC09888 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1146/3353365006_6a9ee77919_o.jpg" alt="DSC09888" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We break into mobile homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I supposed to work with sub-par equipment? But, fortunately, my patience lasted, and I finished it. Took two non-consecutive days, but I'm happy with the result. I just hope my lecturer is too. And the song I chose to use for this assignment is "The Way We Get By", so that explains the title of the post, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other assignment? I'll write more about it when I'm nearly or completely finished. I don't want to think about it much. It requires hours in front of the computer, creativity and brainpower. All of which needs me to be in the mood to do, so yeah. When I'm done. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3325873824/" title="IMG_7481 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3325873824_a8707a72dc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7481" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop. I want you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3357238414/" title="Photo 54 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3357238414_ca4259c2e3_o.jpg" alt="Photo 54" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here's something to laugh at. Originally meant to cheer Yvonne up ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2896597867389420307?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2896597867389420307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2896597867389420307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2896597867389420307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2896597867389420307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-go-out-in-stormy-weather-we-rarely.html' title='We Go Out In Stormy Weather, We Rarely Practice Discern'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7724971053476734881</id><published>2009-03-01T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:40:17.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><title type='text'>I'd Pluck The Moon From The Sky, Just To See You Smile</title><content type='html'>Kau ku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Engkaulah yg ku puja&lt;br /&gt;Tertunggu selama ini takku jumpa&lt;br /&gt;Dengan mu ku dilamun indah&lt;br /&gt;Ku harap cinta akan tiba di hati kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akan Tiba - Amylea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3315196555/" title="beach pani by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3315196555_37a4fecfc8_o.jpg" alt="beach pani" height="113" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so tired. Hahaha. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've turned 12 shades darker&lt;/span&gt;, if that's possible. Spent quite some time under the sun yesterday. Met up with Weng Fatt and some of his friends at Scarborough beach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which inherently takes about an hour to get to from where I stay)&lt;/span&gt;. Huge beach, quite nice, and generally what a beach would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3315195189/" title="IMG_7769 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3315195189_025d310fb3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7769" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Weng is gay. Won't jump properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3315196027/" title="IMG_7736 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/3315196027_3ff9690590_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7736" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colour difference between my sun-exposed skin and non-sun-exposed skin is somewhat like that. Well, maybe not that drastic. But still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They had some fun in the water, but I didn't get in. Didn't bring extra clothes, plus I didn't feel like going into the water. Woke up with a pretty horrible headache and stuff. After that I went to bed early. Hahaha. Got back at about, um, 4-ish, close to 5, and had a bath, some food, and zonked out pretty much for the rest of the night, well into today. Weny called at about midnight, and it was a pretty funny conversation, even if I was half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weny: Hey, eman, what're you doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *In a daze and mumbling* Sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weny: Haha. What the heck? So early?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Tired laaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weny: Ok, so tomorrow meet up at 12 yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: 12.30 la. Takut takleh bangun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Well, I found it funny. Humour level in this is very subjective ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3316023658/" title="IMG_7756 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3316023658_63b7c75d63_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7756" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today met up with Weng, Weny and his friend, and we had lunch in the city. Caught up, chatted and what have you. Then masa nak balik I spent a good 15 minutes walking aimlessly around looking at things, and almost got lost. Haha. Had to stop and ask someone where the train station was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out yesterday that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been the biggest stupid fool in the universe. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. Gila bodoh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been texting some non-existent number in the belief that it was someone. Turns out that I accidentally added an extra number 2 to the end of the number, and saved it.&lt;/span&gt; No wonder I haven't been getting replies. Ceh! I can't believe it took me until now to figure out that your number was wrong. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a cupboard with cans of food,&lt;br /&gt;filtered water, and pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not coming out until this is all over.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Where the light bends at the cracks&lt;br /&gt;And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Pretending the echoes belong to someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Will Become Silhouettes - The Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7724971053476734881?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7724971053476734881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7724971053476734881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7724971053476734881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7724971053476734881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-pluck-moon-from-sky-just-to-see-you.html' title='I&apos;d Pluck The Moon From The Sky, Just To See You Smile'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5138762138920787397</id><published>2009-02-23T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:45:28.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Walaupun Jauh, Kau Dekat Di Hati</title><content type='html'>Kutatap berseri berwarna hijau&lt;br /&gt;Yang menawan sanubari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aurora - Estranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3303916316/" title="IMG_7633 copy by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3303916316_5f16bef5fa_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7633 copy" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photography ain't dead yet, baby! So I'm keeping true to Joyce's words, I'm keeping it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*This entry will be peppered with photos ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Web design was fun today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm loving the lecturers here.&lt;/span&gt; We had this pie-chart detailing the percentage of work put in by a web designer, and only 15% of web-designing is actual designing. He went on to point out that roughly 60% of the time we'll spend trying to figure out how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"get the bastard to work with Internet Fucking Explorer"&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3303638600/" title="Photo 52 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3303638600_01bbde5cdf_o.jpg" alt="Photo 52" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom + photobooth = :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3302812365/" title="IMG_7560 copy by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3302812365_8451bf7425_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7560 copy" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tried to take some bird photos. They're some rare species apparently. God knows what they're called though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3304012406/" title="Picture 6 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3302/3304012406_1bcfce76b2_o.jpg" alt="Picture 6" height="300" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skyping with the family! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now there were a bunch of people playing with fire in my area, so I grabbed my camera and went to see what they were up to. They were, um, I'm not sure of the term, "Fire-Spinners"? Whatever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they were twirling balls and a staff (as in stick, not people) on fire.&lt;/span&gt; Pretty damn cool. So yeah, got a few photos. Some better than others. I'll only put up a few though, as they're the ones that are really aesthetically good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3304010512/" title="IMG_7716hor by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3304010512_55f8f3cc53_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7716hor" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3304011662/" title="IMG_7662 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3304011662_b12abfdd87_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7662" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3304011232/" title="IMG_7654 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3304011232_c5c1260b8d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7654" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3303088305/" title="IMG_7628small by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3303088305_c5aac37ff4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7628small" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then me dad decided to drop me a call on Skype, and it turned out that the whole family (the ones in PJ, at least) were at my place for some dessert, so yeah, we caught up. Had a fun time, chatting and talking nonsense. Managed to see Snowball &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(rindu gila, she's been in my life for a damn long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3303182945/" title="Picture 4 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3303182945_a057804c70_o.jpg" alt="Picture 4" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, as I was saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photography ain't dead for me.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Today was one of the few times I went out with my camera, and I had fun. Kept getting asked about the price of the thing, which I'm always reluctant to say, so I just said "a lot". Hahah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But they were happy with the photos, and that's what matters, aye ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, at the end of the night, we had our umpteenth fire-alarm thingy go off. Bet the firefigthers make a shitload of money, as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flat residents get fined $1800 per false alarm.&lt;/span&gt; Imagine that. I'd hate to cause a false one, let alone a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3303638148/" title="IMG_7566 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3303638148_3de7b3faa3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7566" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, today's been a real great day. I also found out a few things that really brought a smile to my face, and I can't wait for it to happen. I must say though, this is way earlier than I planned to blog. Thought I'd wait a few days, maybe a week, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just so happy and whoopee!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku petik bintang, untuk kau simpan&lt;br /&gt;Cahayanya tenang, berikan kau perlindungan&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai pengingat teman, juga sebagai jawapan&lt;br /&gt;Semua tantangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melompat Lebih Tinggi - Sheila On 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5138762138920787397?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5138762138920787397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5138762138920787397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5138762138920787397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5138762138920787397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/walaupun-jauh-kau-dekat-di-hati.html' title='Walaupun Jauh, Kau Dekat Di Hati'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4610060268009677267</id><published>2009-02-22T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:40:07.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Kau Terindah, Masih Ada, Yang Tercantik</title><content type='html'>Segala yang ku pasti akan aku capai tuk mengambil hati mu&lt;br /&gt;Melepasi angkasa cinta ku&lt;br /&gt;Sesudah aku melafazkan kesemua yang diperlu&lt;br /&gt;Ianya seperti suluhan yang terang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang kau ragui akan ku padam habis dari hati mu&lt;br /&gt;Mengingkari dalaman akal mu&lt;br /&gt;Takkan puas ku, mengiringi semua tawa dan tangisan mu,&lt;br /&gt;Anggun wajahmu, pelita yg terang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku mahu mu&lt;br /&gt;Rupa mu&lt;br /&gt;Masih, masih, masih, masih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau terindah&lt;br /&gt;Masih ada&lt;br /&gt;Yang tercantik&lt;br /&gt;Itu Kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itu Kamu - Estranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3297326909/" title="eman shoot 1 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3302/3297326909_714ca1d2c6_o.jpg" alt="eman shoot 1" height="342" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'd bend over backwards for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Befitting, really, the song choice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoyed the first Live Show of OIAM3&lt;/span&gt;, even if I watched it in the confines of my room on my computer screen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The opening and ending song, fucking brought goosebumps to me&lt;/span&gt;, though it could be emotional attachment I have to it. But I have to say, it touched me beyond belief. Hahah. Shit I'm such a sap. But I know the hard work that was put in to make it, so I appreciate everything of the show, even if the audioman screwed up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hahahah! You can't replace meeee! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good job, guys, on the first live show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight, I hung out with a few friends, and we had the time of our lives trying to find out what the capital of some certain country is. We went round and round and round just talking random countries. Then we went and watched the Arsenal match, and I would've stayed for the Man Utd match, but was too knackered. Btw,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm in love with the British accent!&lt;/span&gt; Oh my god! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm such a moppet.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met a few friends at the staircase near my flat, and we were just chatting, and I was asked my age. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They all thought I was bleeding 16 or something,&lt;/span&gt; though they reasoned that since I was in uni, I must be around 18, so they guess I was 18. Whoa. I look that young? Hahaha. Pros and cons come with it I guess, and when I told them I was 20 going on 21, they were like, "No way! You look so young!" Haha. Mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the night ends with me doing the dishes that I promised to do,&lt;/span&gt; and yeah. Tomorrow, I might shoot a basketball game, and go to the beach. Depends on when I wake up, I guess. Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada mengapa taupun sampai bila kerna cinta enggan kenal mengalah&lt;br /&gt;Memanah masuk hatiku yang reti&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kau nampak tetap ku masih menunjukkan erti hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Yang mahu bersama kau buat selamanya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4610060268009677267?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4610060268009677267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4610060268009677267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4610060268009677267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4610060268009677267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/kau-terindah-masih-ada-yang-tercantik.html' title='Kau Terindah, Masih Ada, Yang Tercantik'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4276756840046551416</id><published>2009-02-19T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:24:19.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>And I Don't Need You, And Guess What</title><content type='html'>I'm havin' more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;So what!&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So What - Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3291941565/" title="IMG_7552 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3291941565_f89f54bde7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7552" height="240" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Past few days were interesting. Found out that I'd be playing around with shooting and editing, amongst other things, for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intro to Screen and Sound Production&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Documentary&lt;/span&gt; classes. Wheee! I think it's meant to be, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a production kid&lt;/span&gt;. One thing though, they're using Adobe Premier Pro, which is slightly different to FCP, but whatever. I can adept, and I'll be rocking the edit suites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, the song really reminds me of Nicole, Joyce and Anusha jumping around in the edit suite. Hahahah. Was a fun sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Andrew a.k.a Freakass again last night, since he was leaving for Malaysia already, so we hung out at Fast Eds, and I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love with the mushrooms &lt;/span&gt;there. Gah! Boleh makan non-stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is very dangerous as the bill can run up very fast)&lt;/span&gt;. Hahah. But so far, I'm surviving on food and stuff. Haven't been overspending.. much. Books, still yet to buy, looking for some options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3291941331/" title="IMG_7506 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3291941331_9e248ba7dd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7506" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My flat is on the right --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm starting to like my little village, and the people here. There's the right amount of freedom and responsibilities to let me live. I'm free to do whatever I want, yet there are responsibilities to keep me from flying too high. Hahah. But it's all fun, even the laundry and dish-washing. Flat-mates are awesome people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3291941833/" title="IMG_7554 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3291941833_7bbac460e6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7554" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've yet to really walk around with the camera, and today was just some small walking, since I had to meet up with some people. So yeah, it'll take time, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll bring photography back. &lt;/span&gt;It ain't gone, babe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;You never were&lt;br /&gt;You want it all&lt;br /&gt;But that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I gave you life&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all&lt;br /&gt;You we're there&lt;br /&gt;You let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still a rockstar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4276756840046551416?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4276756840046551416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4276756840046551416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4276756840046551416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4276756840046551416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-dont-need-you-and-guess-what.html' title='And I Don&apos;t Need You, And Guess What'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1736285204188888834</id><published>2009-02-16T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:11:58.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Mimpi Dan Harapan, Bagai Duri Yang Mencengkam</title><content type='html'>Sampai bila aku bertanya sampai bila&lt;br /&gt;Ku harus mencuba&lt;br /&gt;Bila lagi desak hatiku bila lagi&lt;br /&gt;Aku harus berani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ku bangkit tegak berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Mengatur langkah ku terus mendaki&lt;br /&gt;Cita-citaku&lt;br /&gt;Di mercu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanya Di Mercu - Ayu OIAM2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside, waiting for Andrew a.k.a Freakass to fetch me and go out, and I couldn't help but look at the stars up in the sky, and think of you, and how your smile always seem to light up your eyes, or how that impish grin can bring so much joy to a situation, how your laughter seems to brighten up a room, and how your eyes captivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a fool desperately in love, so I guess that must be it, though I'm not sure if it's love or mere infatuation. All I know is I can't stop thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to meet Weng Fatt at Curtin today, first time on the bus and thank god I got it right, so we went to Makan-makan, and chatted and caught up, and set Sunday for us to go see some sights with some friends. Yay! Hahaha. Adala kaki Malaysia kat sini, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also we went out, me, Andrew and his friend, Faizal ( sp? ) at night, and met up with some of his other friends, and we had some great fun, and tomorrow we're probably going out again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also the day my classes start, so whoooo! Nervous, but looking forward to it as well, so yeah. I can't wait for classes to start, so that I have something to do, and I'm also contemplating on buying a guitar, to maybe pass the time, learn to play the damned thing. Maybe when I get back I can serenade you. Mmmmm, that'd be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't wait, I'm anticipating the Japanese dinner. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3275757495/" title="IMG_7527 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3275757495_2094b706bd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7527" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My supplements while in Perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1736285204188888834?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1736285204188888834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1736285204188888834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1736285204188888834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1736285204188888834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/mimpi-dan-harapan-bagai-duri-yang.html' title='Mimpi Dan Harapan, Bagai Duri Yang Mencengkam'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5198011590308751326</id><published>2009-02-13T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:56:13.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Blank, Empty</title><content type='html'>As I lie down on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;And look up at the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you go through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing to ease this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3276578342/" title="IMG_7532 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3276578342_d4ceb48cfa_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7532" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barely a week and my desk is already a real mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all the positives that's been happening, I find myself struggling to justify coming here now and then. Maybe it's the lack of activity, since classes haven't started, and maybe it's because I'm not used to the life here yet, the people around me, and the way things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can pull through though, and I know I can excel, and the little things help, though I never thought they would. I know that no matter how horrible I feel when I wake up, one look at my desk, one glance at the wallpaper of my desktop, one glimpse of those eyes, and my day will start out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it'll end right, though. I went to bed with a busted lip from playing football. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3275757265/" title="IMG_7523 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3275757265_16934ebb05_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7523" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of sand outside, damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Show - Lenka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5198011590308751326?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5198011590308751326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5198011590308751326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5198011590308751326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5198011590308751326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank-empty.html' title='Blank, Empty'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6617934046449397884</id><published>2009-02-07T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:49:35.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murdoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Tonight Will Be The Night That I Will Fall For You, Over Again</title><content type='html'>Don't make me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day,&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall For You (Acoustic) - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3259632795/" title="IMG_7467 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3259632795_0d2b94b358_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7467" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day were gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of, the acoustic version of the song is awesome. Though a little fast, it still manages to have that, I don't know how to describe, that acoustic feeling when you listen to a song. I can listen to it for hours on end, and really appreciate the lyrics, even if it gets repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm here in Perth, Australia. Journey here wasn't too bad, flight was pretty dull, though the sending off was amazing, thanks to the bunch of people that turned up, and especially to that one particular one. I'm going to miss you guys a lot, and you, Lisa, and also Mum. Place takes some getting used to, and I think I can do that pretty quick. Met a few people already, and some familiar faces too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've settled some things, but still need to settle other things, and that's only happening on Monday as they don't work on Saturdays and Sundays, so yeah. Been going around getting what I need to get, and I haven't yet stayed in my room, I'm bunking with my dad for the time being, since I still need to get some stuff, but tomorrow onwards I'll be in my room. So whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3260466028/" title="IMG_7484 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3260466028_de64b9fed8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7484" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perth City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure when I'll next update this, but it should be pretty interesting, next time round. Until then, taa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There's something in the air tonight&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that you have that could change your life&lt;br /&gt;There's something burning up inside&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for you and our hearts collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts on Fire - Cut Copy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6617934046449397884?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6617934046449397884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=6617934046449397884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6617934046449397884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6617934046449397884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight-will-be-night-that-i-will-fall.html' title='Tonight Will Be The Night That I Will Fall For You, Over Again'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1031193093643411219</id><published>2009-01-28T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:23:40.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One In A Million'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8tv'/><title type='text'>All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go</title><content type='html'>I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn,&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn,&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving On A Jet Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3227643560/" title="DSC09864 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3227643560_bc9867355b.jpg" alt="DSC09864" height="194" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sunrise, from the rooftop of Sri Pentas. One of those late days when we stayed overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm officially done with my work at 8tv, with One In A Million Season 3, with my Episode 3. I have to say I've had the time of my life while working, and I'm going to really miss it, especially the zany bunch of people that I was working with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made the long hours fly by, they made the job fun, entertaining, and they pulled me up when I was going down with work and life. They opened my eyes, to see things that I haven't seen before, to see things in a different light, and made me a better person, in a sense. I know I can be better, but they are helping me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taught me life as I've never been taught, they advised me on things that I over-thought, they accepted me for who I am, regardless of what I've done, or what I'll be doing. They never judged, they never expected much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(though that I think might be a little presumptuous of me, as I think they expected quite a fair bit when they tossed me Ep 3)&lt;/span&gt;, they loved me as I am, and I'll miss all of that. Their mentality, their outlook of life, their humour, their quirks, they're a whole bunch of people for whom I'd lay my life down to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3227644582/" title="DSC09871 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3227644582_89dd117e46.jpg" alt="DSC09871" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My desk, throughout the grueling but fun few months of work. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't care less if I suddenly went off the map, because at the end of the day they know I'll come back, if asked, just like I did for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've a week before D-day, and I'm trying to make the most out of it, and so far it's been going pretty well. Some faces I've yet to see, some faces I still want to see again and again until I leave, and some faces, well, I could do without, but I'll still see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3226793059/" title="DSC09875 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3226793059_5e100dbee0.jpg" alt="DSC09875" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My baby, my work, my episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So kiss me, and smile for me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3234463388/" title="me by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3234463388_07dc98e502_o.jpg" width="480" height="320" alt="me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1031193093643411219?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1031193093643411219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1031193093643411219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1031193093643411219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1031193093643411219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-my-bags-are-packed-im-ready-to-go.html' title='All My Bags Are Packed, I&apos;m Ready To Go'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3227643560_bc9867355b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8588559348219264317</id><published>2009-01-18T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:45:11.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Love You, And Treat You Right</title><content type='html'>I wanna love you every day and every night.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together with a roof right over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter of my single bed.&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the same room, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is This Love - Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3203735569/" title="doodle me by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/3203735569_a65c492624_o.jpg" alt="doodle me" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From last year, till now, and still incomplete. Wowee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be bloody fucking busy till the 24th of January, because that's when I have to submit my episode out for censorship, so yeah, gotta get it going by then. Hopefully I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the above paragraph is a disclaimer in case anyone asks me out, and I say I cannot make it. There's a time for work, there's a time for life, unfortunately now is my time to really, really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, though, I wouldn't trade this work for much, if anything, at all. S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o yeah, to those that tak nampak my batang hidung for a while, I apologize again.&lt;/span&gt; I chose this, and yes I sold my soul to the devil, but that's my choice, so i'm sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of expectations to meet, and I'm so afraid of disappointing. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8588559348219264317?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8588559348219264317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8588559348219264317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8588559348219264317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8588559348219264317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-love-you-and-treat-you-right.html' title='I Wanna Love You, And Treat You Right'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7510610951622819365</id><published>2009-01-02T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:43:32.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Maybe I've Got Something To Say, Maybe I've Got Something To Say</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, when I needed you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;You drove your car the other way.&lt;br /&gt;And oh me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I got a pocket full of wisdom up my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;And the night is young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Is Young - Howling Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3156231161/" title="IMG_1226 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/3156231161_7a978e3685_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1226" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish I did. Maybe I do. But not yet. I've got other things to think about at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7510610951622819365?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7510610951622819365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7510610951622819365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7510610951622819365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7510610951622819365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-ive-got-something-to-say-maybe.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ve Got Something To Say, Maybe I&apos;ve Got Something To Say'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3451080791640528766</id><published>2008-12-26T05:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:43:06.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8tv'/><title type='text'>It Comes And Goes, And I Have No Control</title><content type='html'>Some days I wanna, and some days I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can feel it, and suddenly it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I can tell you the truth, and some days I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;Only a change of mood, sun goes down, someone says something to quick or to soon.&lt;br /&gt;A touch not made, one made to late, armies of words can not hope to contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Comes and It Goes - Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3117926915/" title="IMG_6173 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/3117926915_8f3853114e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6173" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of, I'm sorry for neglecting this space for quite some time. I've been caught up in work, and to be frank, that's what is mostly on my mind, ever since I started. I've been neglecting more than just this space, I've been neglecting my life, my family, my friends. It's not something that I do purposely, it's just that for now, my priority seems to be getting the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a very happy christmas to those that celebrate it&lt;/span&gt;, and to those who don't, well, a happy new year then. This year things were slightly (well, not really slightly, more like extremely actually) different compared to previous years, but it was an experience that I'm sure I'd be glad I had in times to come. And so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3136508392/" title="IMG_7204 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3136508392_5599ee759a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7204" height="480" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm now an editor&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm editing an episode of OIAM3, so it's been eating into my life ever since I was given the task. Even before that, I was absorbed with the production, going to locations to shoot and help out. This is what has been eating up my time, though I admit I could have made time for my life. But again, it's just that work is on my mind most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a sad thing to need to be told to meet with friends, and unfortunately I've stooped low to that level.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, I don't purposely choose not to go out with you guys, it's just that I seem to be unable to put much in front of my work, in terms of priority. I try to make time, and I did, though not as often as you guys would've like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In that sense, I'm very sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a few Christmas gatherings, both by friends from college and also friends from work, all because of the episode. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't do it without a heavy heart, but the reluctance to go and not try to complete my edit was there.&lt;/span&gt; I don't blame the episode, in fact I don't blame anything, save maybe for myself for getting caught up in work, but then again, from one point of view, that could be seen as passion, in a sense. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Production is in my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3136508390/" title="IMG_6589 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/3136508390_ecd0326af0_o.jpg" alt="IMG_6589" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau boleh acuhkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Dan anggap ku tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takkan merubah perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;Kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku Mau - Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3451080791640528766?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3451080791640528766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3451080791640528766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3451080791640528766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3451080791640528766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-comes-and-goes-and-i-have-no-control.html' title='It Comes And Goes, And I Have No Control'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-179944710412689266</id><published>2008-12-13T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:58:24.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But It's Just The Price I Pay</title><content type='html'>Bam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-179944710412689266?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/179944710412689266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=179944710412689266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/179944710412689266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/179944710412689266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-its-just-price-i-pay.html' title='But It&apos;s Just The Price I Pay'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2314361350211634681</id><published>2008-12-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:17:12.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes Again</title><content type='html'>I'm drop-dead sick now. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2314361350211634681?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2314361350211634681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2314361350211634681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2314361350211634681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2314361350211634681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here It Goes Again'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-6848140736414767671</id><published>2008-12-10T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:48:24.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waste'/><title type='text'>Coming Out of My Cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3044248930/" title="IMG_9513 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/3044248930_5a62eb9a6a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9513" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is completely wasted by me&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a broken tap;&lt;br /&gt;I give and give and give and give&lt;br /&gt;but I can't get anything back&lt;br /&gt;People don't keep broken taps,&lt;br /&gt;they fix them or plug them,&lt;br /&gt;seal them shut.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew better,&lt;br /&gt;but all I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Credits to Lisa for the inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-6848140736414767671?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6848140736414767671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=6848140736414767671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6848140736414767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/6848140736414767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-out-of-my-cage.html' title='Coming Out of My Cage'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-757372470425870378</id><published>2008-12-09T04:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:42:55.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Gone Be The Birds When They Don't Want To Sing</title><content type='html'>You see yourself in the mirror and you&lt;br /&gt;Feel safe coz it looks familiar&lt;br /&gt;But you're afraid to open up your soul coz you&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know, don't really know who is&lt;br /&gt;The person that's deep within&lt;br /&gt;Coz you're content with just being the name brand band&lt;br /&gt;And ya fail to see that its trivial,&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant, you addicted to material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone Going - The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a saying that goes: "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." I guess there's no greater insult than to be subject to indifference. Certainly none that I know of, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a saying that goes: "It takes two to tango." In this sense, I might've been dancing alone in the dark all this while, for all I know. The light that was there might've been the glow of hope and imagination, all that was keeping this fantasy, this dream, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with it being that, a dream, I don't think I'd let the glow extinguish anytime soon. Sure, I'd move along, but hey it will still be there. I'm a sentimental fella in that sense, I hold on to things that I feel are dear to me, even if it's meaningless to others. For what is there to live for when there's no dream, no goal, no nothing to at least try to look forward to, or to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of this, I've got some things to do, some things to regret doing, some things to break, and some things to mend. Some life I have, eh? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ps: kinz, your kiddo photos should be up in the next post. I don't feel like it fits in this one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pps: How sucky is this that every other post has something to do with me having trouble in life? I mean, you must be wondering what kind of fucked up life I'm living, no? And to tell you the truth, I have no clue as to where my life is heading. Down the drain, for all I know and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was a turtle. FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-757372470425870378?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/757372470425870378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=757372470425870378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/757372470425870378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/757372470425870378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-be-birds-when-they-dont-want-to.html' title='Gone Be The Birds When They Don&apos;t Want To Sing'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-2441043487754916105</id><published>2008-12-03T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:46:07.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Oh, Really? Well Here's A News Flash For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep the lights on outside my window, comforts trying to sneak in.&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I'm knee deep in corn,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of falling asleep next to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and holes in my plan to settle down and marry,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we're all still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you want somebody to hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Surprise - Lightspeed Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3076927969/" title="DSC00625 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/3076927969_cc59a5d44c_o.jpg" alt="DSC00625" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally take insults quite well, but there are limits to kindness, you know. Like Zeb said to me today: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There has to be a day when you just feel like being mean, after being so nice to everyone and everything"&lt;/span&gt;. I agreed, cause I think we have something very powerful in us in common. We tend to generally be nice to people too much sometimes. I guess we care about not hurting other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we do say stuff like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Next time I see the fucker I'm going to shout at him, make him cry, fuck!"&lt;/span&gt; and such, but we never actually do it, though Zeb can do it, since he sort of has the authority to do so, especially with a good cause. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just some boy, so I usually just keep it in, and not do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything has a breaking point. Mine's been poked a little, over the past few days, week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not have nice skin, but unlike you, I don't need it because I do my work well. The only job you'll ever be doing is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking blowjob for a donkey when that face of yours fucks off in a few years time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I said it to your face, dumbfuck. You think I want to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3076927095/" title="DSC00619 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/3076927095_f0d854616c_o.jpg" alt="DSC00619" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;he contestants were horrendous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Kiedd singing "You Raise Me Up" while waiting for a contestant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunil : That's a gay song la bro.&lt;br /&gt;Kiedd : Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Sunil sings the chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunil : See? You raise me up. How can that be not gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Sunil continues singing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiedd : Eh, I nak gi toilet kejap.&lt;br /&gt;Sunil : Hey, bro, it can't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah! If you don't get the humour, then god bless your clean head. Tapi ingat, siakap senohong gelama ikan duri, bercakap bohong lama-lama mencuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll write about a lot of stuff. Just needed to express the emotional lyrics at the top, the rant in the middle, and the comedy at the end. So some photos from our location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3077762308/" title="DSC00678 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/3077762308_af84eecce0_o.jpg" alt="DSC00678" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a lot in front of the contestants just to spur them on. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3077761372/" title="DSC00647 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3077761372_6a5cb6b974_o.jpg" alt="DSC00647" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasut merah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3077759696/" title="DSC00620 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/3077759696_0a3881b9cb_o.jpg" alt="DSC00620" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our quotes of the day table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3076928311/" title="DSC00636 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3054/3076928311_51540aa28c_o.jpg" alt="DSC00636" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck no. 1 - Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3076929655/" title="DSC00661 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3076929655_156db7c63c_o.jpg" alt="DSC00661" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck No. 2 - ISO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3077762712/" title="DSC00692 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3077762712_ee50626afb_o.jpg" alt="DSC00692" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my job for the main judging, amongst other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that's a wrap for a while. Still have a nice session of work to look forward to. Sayang sekarang ni sedikit emo. Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-2441043487754916105?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2441043487754916105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=2441043487754916105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2441043487754916105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/2441043487754916105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-really-well-heres-news-flash-for-you.html' title='Oh, Really? Well Here&apos;s A News Flash For You'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3274483369608455963</id><published>2008-11-23T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:32:36.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>I Hope It's Just Your Laugh That Is Infectious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning&lt;br /&gt;You woke up&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed up&lt;br /&gt;Hair messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Morning - Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3051660092/" title="IMG_9735 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/3051660092_cf2fc3e99a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9735" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up, Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm going to be gone after this, since I haven't slept yet. Hahaha. Was up reading, listening to music and checking out stuff. Then at around 5.30 a.m. I checked Facebook and saw that Mel was talking about breakfast and sunrises, so I thought I'd give her a buzz. Buk bak buk bak, we agreed to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3051658332/" title="IMG_9712 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/3051658332_f085aa95c6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9712" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Headed on to her place at around 6.10 and we went to McD to have some breakfast, and also figure out where to catch the sunrise, if possible. Drove around after breakfast and ended up on the rooftop carpark of Carrefour, and it was pretty interesting up there. View was quite nice. And I think I wouldn't mind going up there and having some sort of photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3051659318/" title="IMG_9725 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/3051659318_7c1f13d006_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9725" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3050821435/" title="IMG_9733 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/3050821435_a68ef1ab84_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9733" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3050853401/" title="IMG_9751 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/3050853401_b61112aee3_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9751" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3051729551/" title="IMG_97471 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3051729551_88389787f1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_97471" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3050818669/" title="IMG_9695 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/3050818669_76512b60e7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9695" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3051657542/" title="IMG_9701 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/3051657542_fd58f442c4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9701" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not having pictures of me. Hahaha. I was the one with the camera, and you all know how camera-shy I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta install microwave ovens&lt;br /&gt;Custom kitchen deliveries&lt;br /&gt;We gotta move these refrigerators&lt;br /&gt;We gotta move these colour TV's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money For Nothing - Dire Straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3274483369608455963?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3274483369608455963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3274483369608455963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3274483369608455963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3274483369608455963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-its-just-your-laugh-that-is.html' title='I Hope It&apos;s Just Your Laugh That Is Infectious'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-689962155460989933</id><published>2008-11-22T00:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:04:23.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>I Know That You're Very Nice, Never Ever Tell Me Lies</title><content type='html'>I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday I'm In Love - The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3048526076/" title="IMG_9683 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3048526076_048b8778ef_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9683" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sibuk punya perempuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was a very good day! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. I woke up and Kin Meng asked me if I wanted to hang out with him, Terence, Sabrina and Sook Teng at 1u. So I said okay, but after my prayers. And so I met up with them and it felt good seeing them. We walked around a bit, then went to some place beside the river and sat and chatted, catching up a little, and talking bullshit most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to meet up again later at night, and so we finally decided on Laundry at round dinner time. Met up there (Karl Son joined us) and had some (very) expensive food and a few drinks, and talked some more. Laughing at this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabrina: Eh, Eman, I think I'm going crazy. I think Ronaldo is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ohhhkayyy. Not bad la actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terence: Eh come on she thinks Bacary Sagna is cute la. Fucking Aliens versus Predator weh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I burst out laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 11 we decided to head to SS2 and continue there, since nak cheaper environment la kan. Hahahah. Ended up at um, I have no idea what the place is called, but the bunch of stalls in front of the SS2 Police Station. There we were joined by more people, and was quite fun just sitting and talking. Had to leave early a little, as I had to drop Terence home at 12, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my camera with me, but didn't take many photos. Hahaha. How sad is that? But yeah, I think there's gonna be ample time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3048527168/" title="IMG_9689 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3048527168_4ea6fe6696_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9689" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Meng : Heh heh heh *horny look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3048526828/" title="IMG_9687 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/3048526828_b1f92121ee_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9687" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence is the unsuspecting victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3047687441/" title="IMG_9685 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/3047687441_7e9f611d74_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9685" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Meng : Let me snap youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Terence : Eh, no! Eman, save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3047686759/" title="IMG_9677 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/3047686759_7b9d2c0ef7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9677" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're next. Mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3047688431/" title="IMG_9690 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3047688431_c15e0b361e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9690" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot took the camera and fooled around with it whilst I was driving. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Premature end to a night, but I've got to say I was happily satisfied  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*PS: Much thanks to Terence for the food and drinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie still-photograph&lt;br /&gt;Through our martyrs eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the best of love&lt;br /&gt;The best of hate&lt;br /&gt;The best reward is earned&lt;br /&gt;And I've paid for every single word&lt;br /&gt;I've ever said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase This Light - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-689962155460989933?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/689962155460989933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=689962155460989933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/689962155460989933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/689962155460989933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-that-youre-very-nice-never-ever.html' title='I Know That You&apos;re Very Nice, Never Ever Tell Me Lies'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3670504841643664143</id><published>2008-11-20T02:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:54:30.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>You Think This Too Eventually Will Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If this is love&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't wanna know what isn't&lt;br /&gt;I won't say another (no, no) word&lt;br /&gt;If this is love (ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm about to hit on this&lt;br /&gt;Were both going to get hurt if this is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If This Is Love - The Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See-saw, rollercoaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hee-haw, I hate my little toaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We saw an emo little monster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But realized it was me in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been like that. Hahaha. Baru what, tak sampai 24 hours since the previous post, and this pops up? Sigh. What's the world coming to, then, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up late today, at 11 am actually. Buk-bak-duk-chak, went to the office at 11.30. Reached there, and waited for a while, then went down for breakfast / lunch with the rest. Hahaha. No wonder I love work. So yeah, then later on I was told that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was to come up with a 20-30 second promo for One In A Million.&lt;/span&gt; Wheet! Bestnyer, so wish me luck on that. Hopefully I can live up to their (apparently very high) expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's the bad thing about leaving on a high, you have to come back on a high too." - Howie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time in the office reading, actually. I was quite absorbed in my book. Managed to get 400 pages done, which is essentially one book, though this particular one has over a thousand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I got a duster thrown at me because of a smart-ass remark.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. Funny shit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce was supposed to digitize some tapes, so she was looking for a firewire port to plug in the deck, but couldn't find any free hole. Then she asked Shiva to help. The following dialogue ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce : Shiva, can help ar? Takde lobang la for this cable.&lt;br /&gt;Shiva : The back of the Mac?&lt;br /&gt;Joyce : Full lah.&lt;br /&gt;Shiva : Let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Shiva proceeds to crawl down and look behind the Mac, and plugged in the cable into a port.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce : Eh, I thought penuh?&lt;br /&gt;Shiva : Got one lah, I cabut another cable. Tu tak pakai.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce : Oh, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Joyce, leave it to Shiva to find a hole in the back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I burst out in laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Shiva proceeds to chuck the whiteboard duster at me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Indian fella! Hahahahahaha! :P Was all in jest, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today we celebrated Zeb's birthday. Fuish tunggu pukul 12. Hung out at some mamak at Centre point until round 11-ish, then we headed on to Long Bar. Lepak, talked and all that guff, then suddenly "Happy Birthday" played over the sound system. And Zeb was surprised. Wheeee! Pictures and shouts and laughs aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3043412651/" title="IMG_9510 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/3043412651_4ddbd62573_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9510" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeb and his present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3044247996/" title="IMG_9503 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3044247996_cecaea6184_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9503" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3043413559/" title="IMG_9527 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/3043413559_c5b795b1c8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9527" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3044246912/" title="IMG_9495 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/3044246912_60226ed4fd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9495" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : Blow candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3043411451/" title="IMG_9500 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/3043411451_55858cda6d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9500" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 : Cut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3044247512/" title="IMG_9501 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/3044247512_1d625941ee_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9501" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 : Jaga kau, kek ni nak kena your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3044247812/" title="IMG_9502 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/3044247812_7c8935e36d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9502" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*We were at the foosball table, Shiva and I on one side, Kiedd and Lea on the other*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiedd : So macam mana team?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Me and Shiva satu team, korang satu team la.&lt;br /&gt;Kiedd : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Shiva : Where you wanna play? Attack?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Takpe, I main belakang.&lt;br /&gt;*We all looked at each other for an awkward moment, and burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Kiedd : Alamak, apa benda ni main belakang? Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what a night of bullshit and laughs. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And so, I love you. What else counts in this world, one might wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3670504841643664143?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3670504841643664143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3670504841643664143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3670504841643664143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3670504841643664143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-think-this-too-eventually-will-pass.html' title='You Think This Too Eventually Will Pass'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8491708451125250743</id><published>2008-11-18T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:02:42.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Don't Give Up, You're Not Beaten Yet. Don't Give Up, I Know You Can Make It Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wait alone, she does the same,&lt;br /&gt;Made up my mind to end this game,&lt;br /&gt;But when it gets to half past two,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can He Find Another One - Double Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038774312/" title="_MG_5326 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/3038774312_a8819e7c6b_o.jpg" alt="_MG_5326" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right down the middle, aye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up considerably early considering I slept very late (8 am, yeah wtf? Was absorbed with It), and went to check up on Clare and the kindergarten photography thingy. Settled that and headed over to the Curve to lepak with Ginger for a while, waiting for the time to pass to fetch Lisa from class. Already planned with Kinz to take some photos today actually, though the pig was sleeping still at 3 pm (Pundek! Hahahah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So headed to his house round 5.30, since the weather looked pretty decent (actually more decent for running than photography, but whack only la kan?). Ended up at Lake Gardens, and I let him play with my macro thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wandered around with the pervert lens and snapped flowers.&lt;/span&gt; Oh so boring. Hahaha. But hey ho la di da it was really quite interesting. Experimented a little, somewhat, I guess. Oooh! Lots of mosquito bites too, those blood-sucking buggers from hell (Kinz has some macros of them on his feet. Tengok la, maybe he'll post them up on &lt;a href="http://kinz.wordpress.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pictures. I think the shallow dof thing is a phase, and someday will be overused kot. But until then, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038773738/" title="_MG_5306 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/3038773738_639944c779_o.jpg" alt="_MG_5306" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3037302105/" title="IMG_9418 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/3037302105_cb28ce49d8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9418" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who was drawing stuff. Takde kerja betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3037302533/" title="IMG_9422 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3037302533_a4c2fc62bb_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9422" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this guy who was stalking bugs. Weird kind of fetishism? Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3037301829/" title="IMG_9407 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/3037301829_99434f7d56_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9407" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038138260/" title="IMG_9406 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3038138260_0be9050eba_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9406" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038141678/" title="IMG_9353 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/3038141678_799d656fb1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9353" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3037304737/" title="IMG_9351 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3037304737_420ef65d67_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9351" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038849846/" title="IMG_9411 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/3038849846_68c43d944b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9411" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3038011447/" title="IMG_9400 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/3038011447_0a99fba889_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9400" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I just came back from futsal, actually. Was a very fun game, and it's been quite a while since I last played. Tired, exhausted, but sedated and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Though Damien Rice and his O album didn't help on the way back. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuk: Korang pernah hisap rokok Saad tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zeb: Tak, kenape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuk: Jangan. Cheapest ass cigarettes, and rasa macam hisap kote gajah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us: *Laugh like shit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuk: Shiva, ko pernah hisap rokok Saad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiva (Who just came to join us): Tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuk: Don't. Tastes like donkey dick sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah! I can't wait for work to begin. Call time tomorrow : 2 pm. Wheet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8491708451125250743?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8491708451125250743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8491708451125250743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8491708451125250743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8491708451125250743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-give-up-youre-not-beaten-yet-dont.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up, You&apos;re Not Beaten Yet. Don&apos;t Give Up, I Know You Can Make It Good'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7820920559388389298</id><published>2008-11-17T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:51:30.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Emo? Moi? C'est impossible</title><content type='html'>Doing all I can do, just to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Every time that we meet, I skip a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Always up for a laugh, she's a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;Every time that we meet, I skip a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heartbeat - Scouting For Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3035978154/" title="IMG_8853 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/3035978154_e3bf4ed428_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8853" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiles open more doors, or so I'm told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, yeah I'm okay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course I am.&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to think that no matter how hard the fall, I'll come back up. Yeah, battered, bruised and broken, but still, back up again. I've a whole life ahead to look forward to, and the challenges and shtuff (shit / stuff) that I'm going to go through, well, I think I can manage, with my head held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a book to help ease things, actually. Though I think the book choice is a little weird. But hey, I've always wanted to read It. And so I got Stephen King's It. Giler babs tebal, and it was only like, RM32. Should provide me with at least a week of reading, if I pace myself nicely. Plus I enjoy reading stuff like this, I guess, though some parts can be dry, some are really quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, maybe in five years time, you might just prove me wrong. But that means I've got five years to go, and believe you me I'm going all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3034238684/" title="IMG_9080 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/3034238684_1ec8001ec4_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9080" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I can't find a thing here to get it done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;You will get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I'm old and grey&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And I will soon be put to rest now&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine - Matt Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a ticket and I won't be long 'cause I can't go on and I gotta get goin'&lt;br /&gt;Got me a ticket and I won't be long 'cause I can't go on and I gotta get goin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Won't Be Long - The Hives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm finally gonna let go.&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a better way.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what's over that rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get out of here someday.&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday - Shawn Colvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Edit: It's 7:39 a.m., and I just finished reading a few more chapters of It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop,&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll stop,&lt;br /&gt;Won't just give you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what made me think this? Weird as it might sound, it was reading about a stuttering boy who got his fingers slashed because he reached into a photograph to see a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7820920559388389298?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7820920559388389298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7820920559388389298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7820920559388389298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7820920559388389298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-moi-cest-impossible.html' title='Emo? Moi? C&apos;est impossible'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-594677099859697626</id><published>2008-11-13T20:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:44:27.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>They Say I'm All About the Word Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ooh I stand in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Thinking over 1,2 what am I to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I go home still sober&lt;br /&gt;Or should I buy me another glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;And forget about time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody But Me - Lykke Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3029949831/" title="IMG_8847 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/3029949831_0909b71a9f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8847" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why? I don't know. I just want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is pleasure. How many times have we heard that term being tossed around? How many times do we actually consider the meaning behind it? I seem to have this tendency to have elevated levels of pain, pleasure, and other emotional feelings (i.e.: happiness, anger, sadness) and I cannot seem to pin-point the reason why. See, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; mystery for me. Why do I react towards something more than I logically should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month (I just realised I've been using this phrase, or variants of it, very, very, very often lately) have been a turmoil. I've been easily susceptible to emotional swings, from euphoric highs to suicidal lows, all within the space of a few hours (minutes, even). I've been torn between anger and joy, with a little sadness thrown in the midst of them both, lately, and for the life of me I cannot figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out what it is that makes me like this, but I can't stop these things. I haven't been able to do the "Yeah, okay, fine." sort of thing when I encounter these things. Sometimes I wish I can be cold, emotionless, numb even. It's like, I've gone back to my teenage angst years, where any little thing sets me off, and in my "seething rage" or "suicidal sorrow", I can't seem to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do finally regain my composure, I think back at the things that made me angry or shitty or whatever, they're petty. Some may be more serious than others (because, yes, there are non-petty things that get to me), but they all get the same emotional outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well. I haven't been living normally. I can't do things that I used to be able to do. I can't keep up with my head and my heart. It's 6 a.m. for fuck's sake and I'm up thinking about stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum theorized that it could be because I have too much time to think, and I told her that I know my brain works more than it should, especially on things that it shouldn't work on. In that sense, I can't wait for work to begin. It'll occupy me, it'll give my brain a rest, it'll take some stress out of my life. Yes, work can be hard and stressful too, but it's the sort of thing that I know I can deal with. The sort of stress I can put my finger on, the sort of stress I can identify, I can confront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to know how it'd feel if I did things like fall while running, or stick a hand out the window and hit a tree, or crash a car into something. Maybe it's because I think that physical pain can be dealt with. Pain that comes from within, that comes from the head and the heart, that I find it hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing is, my life isn't that bad. Shitty things aside, it's actually great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's making it horrible. La de da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i lost me a memory&lt;br /&gt;I kept too long for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;They seem to hang around to greet the future&lt;br /&gt;And what goes around will come around most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i go with you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember an insect some kind of bee&lt;br /&gt;That came around for a visit on my balcony&lt;br /&gt;It made me so glad i cried&lt;br /&gt;You got a pretty costume indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i follow you, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go, go tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed on an old forgotten shore&lt;br /&gt;That been kept away from sight&lt;br /&gt;Since ancient times&lt;br /&gt;Then i took command of some river boat&lt;br /&gt;And steered it into the great wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna go where i go&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go where i go, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow - The Concretes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-594677099859697626?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/594677099859697626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=594677099859697626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/594677099859697626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/594677099859697626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-say-im-all-about-word-play.html' title='They Say I&apos;m All About the Word Play'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-1572899412569331836</id><published>2008-11-11T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:34:25.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>When The World Comes Crashing Down, Bit By Bloody Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You just can't help but feel like taking extreme measures to put yourself out of misery, can you? I mean, what's a guy to do? Sure, there are some positives that help balance out (sort of) the negatives, but the negatives are the ones that leave the lasting, lingering, all-powerful painful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret. I just, "Wish I had." Wish I had done this, wish I had chosen that. Wish I had been born this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish I had been whatever the fuck it is that would've made things much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish I was dead, mmm that's a nice one. I'm sure I'd find a use for it one day.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-1572899412569331836?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1572899412569331836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=1572899412569331836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1572899412569331836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/1572899412569331836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-world-comes-crashing-down-bit-by.html' title='When The World Comes Crashing Down, Bit By Bloody Bit'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-7826457544970470361</id><published>2008-11-11T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:39:25.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Tinggal Kenangan, Gagal Segala Impian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tinggal bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Erti sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan itu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya mainan bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Erti sejati&lt;br /&gt;Yang telah engkau janjikan dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sejati - Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life just seems to say "Ah, fuck it" and just go on, kan? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.&lt;/span&gt; The pleasure and pain involved in living everyday can drive one insane. But savoured, each and every day, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3012064385/" title="IMG_9201 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3012064385_d37924f3cc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9201" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the Sneakers for College event on Friday with Mel, and met up with almost the whole bunch of Komodos there. Whoa some faces I haven't seen in ages, and there were a few that I haven't seen in more than a year, I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a blast, everything from the people to the music. So much so that I didn't take many photos.&lt;/span&gt; Most of them will probably end up on &lt;a href="http://baby-schweet-corn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mel's blog&lt;/a&gt;, or her facebook album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since she was the one going round snapping.&lt;/span&gt; I was just having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, photos! No talk needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3011103360/" title="IMG_9241 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3011103360_54bcb7e3ea_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9241" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3021098839/" title="IMG_3547 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3021098839_b4eda82b8f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_3547" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by &lt;a href="http://dazedtothemax.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dazed&lt;/a&gt;, more available at the &lt;a href="http://komodoninja.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Komodo Ninja blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3012065585/" title="IMG_9250 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/3012065585_52a9805a3a_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9250" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the only photo like this throughout the night. Didn't play much with the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3010267297/" title="IMG_9254 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/3010267297_1078b85e80_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9254" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3011104496/" title="IMG_9261 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/3011104496_0e59f946d9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9261" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3010268119/" title="IMG_9273 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3010268119_a5788cde6e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9273" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal bertanya... Erti sejatiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3018861355/" title="IMG_9278 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/3018861355_4865d4e2d9_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9278" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3011105558/" title="IMG_9279 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/3011105558_0f3a0f51e8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9279" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3012069145/" title="IMG_9213 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/3012069145_b64f68546e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9213" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3018853891/" title="IMG_9293 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/3018853891_9a1ed92f81_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9293" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, who should drop by but &lt;a href="http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ZS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://butterflies-hurricanes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019693760/" title="IMG_9287 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/3019693760_b7fc0b3204_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9287" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneyebyspoonman.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Spoonman a.k.a Oneye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3018862291/" title="IMG_9295 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/3018862291_77deca721b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9295" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3018862757/" title="IMG_9301 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3018862757_cdc9dbe01e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9301" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3011103132/" title="IMG_9135 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3011103132_61e1a7341b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9135" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was a night well spent. Thanks for the memories ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-7826457544970470361?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7826457544970470361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=7826457544970470361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7826457544970470361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/7826457544970470361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/tinggal-kenangan-gagal-segala-impian.html' title='Tinggal Kenangan, Gagal Segala Impian'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4160583862375874042</id><published>2008-11-10T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:03:30.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>All I Can Say Is That My Life Is Pretty Lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is just pour some tea for two&lt;br /&gt;and speak my point of view&lt;br /&gt;But it's not sane, It's not sane&lt;br /&gt;I just want some one to say to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Rain - Blind Melon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Adele's birthday the other day at Fridays. Was quite fun seeing a couple of faces that I haven't seen in yonks. Well, not really, but whatever. It was a fun night. Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019614812/" title="IMG_8971 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/3019614812_81e5b11563_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8971" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019616644/" title="IMG_9017 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/3019616644_c91fa1f1dd_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9017" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too happy, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019618746/" title="IMG_9046 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3019618746_1f66e1138b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9046" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019616052/" title="IMG_8994 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/3019616052_e8d51c5b2e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8994" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, Kevin, Divya, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019643298/" title="IMG_9055 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3019643298_7083f7d8c1_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9055" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were promoting Allens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3018811147/" title="IMG_9054 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/3018811147_5e8bcb3e3c_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9054" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't mention the side-effects, which may include disjointed elbows and retardation of the facial muscles ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019617054/" title="IMG_9018 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3019617054_f4b6cf886e_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9018" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even we succumbed to it. Damn women and their marketing strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019618232/" title="IMG_9027 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/3019618232_2ff20b53cc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_9027" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after we stopped, the effects lingered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3019646974/" title="IMG_8987 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/3019646974_c3f38792bc_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8987" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went home laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's it for that day. I've got another post up my sleeve. Or is it up my left trouser leg? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4160583862375874042?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4160583862375874042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4160583862375874042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4160583862375874042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4160583862375874042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-can-say-is-that-my-life-is-pretty.html' title='All I Can Say Is That My Life Is Pretty Lame'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-977593201548014506</id><published>2008-11-06T03:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:27:59.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>This One's for Keeps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need I say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Need I say I care&lt;br /&gt;Need I say that emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Something we don't share&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Trying to deceive you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know I know baby&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot live together&lt;br /&gt;We cannot live apart&lt;br /&gt;That's the situation&lt;br /&gt;Ive known it from the start&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know I know babe&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;Throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing that I can say&lt;br /&gt;To make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I watch the world go round and round&lt;br /&gt;And see mine turning upside down&lt;br /&gt;You're throwing it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who will light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Who will hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Who will find you the answers&lt;br /&gt;When you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who has to convince you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know I know baby&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Someday when you're free&lt;br /&gt;Memories will remind you&lt;br /&gt;That our love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when you call my name&lt;br /&gt;The only sound you'll hear&lt;br /&gt;Is the sound of your voice calling&lt;br /&gt;Calling after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;Throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;Were throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/3001646009/" title="IMG_8888 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3001646009_212dbfb7b7_o.jpg" alt="IMG_8888" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Are we really throwing it all away? Like some unused stationery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;it’s still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-977593201548014506?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/977593201548014506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=977593201548014506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/977593201548014506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/977593201548014506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-ones-for-keeps.html' title='This One&apos;s for Keeps?'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-167300495258553888</id><published>2008-11-02T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:18:27.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Tell Everyone To Lighten Up</title><content type='html'>I've got a crummy job&lt;br /&gt;It don't pay near enough&lt;br /&gt;To buy the things it takes&lt;br /&gt;To win me some of your love&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turn around&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking up, you're looking down&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something's wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;That makes you act the way you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soak Up The Sun - Sheryl Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2994989616/" title="Don't Baby Your Gear 1 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2994989616_d93665681f_o.jpg" alt="Don't Baby Your Gear 1" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempt 1: Toss at bottom of tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going a little nuts. Hahaha. Apprehension, anticipation, examination, assignmentation (lol wtf), anxiety, nervousness, tension, stress, and much much more. Ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to lighten up. With some flash photography. Hahahaha. And it's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Baby Your Gear : Flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2994989362/" title="Don't Baby Your Gear 2 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2994989362_1165637c40_o.jpg" alt="Don't Baby Your Gear 2" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attempt 2: Toss on grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2994149501/" title="Don't Baby Your Gear 3 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2994149501_a02a18a463_o.jpg" alt="Don't Baby Your Gear 3" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attempt 3: Toss on pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2995013598/" title="Don't Baby Your Gear 4 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2995013598_680b2553f6_o.jpg" alt="Don't Baby Your Gear 4" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attempt 4: Put under running water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*At this point I was going quite nutty and feeling pretty destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2995013844/" title="Don't Baby Your Gear 5 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2995013844_17df42e630_o.jpg" alt="Don't Baby Your Gear 5" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attempt 5: Toss on grass again without wiping water off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, so I think I'll continue with the series, actually. Next up would probably be one of the lenses. Or something. I did get the body and lens&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (40d + BG-E2N + 24-70 L) &lt;/span&gt;quite wet just now when taking the water picture. Hahaha. Crazyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-167300495258553888?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/167300495258553888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=167300495258553888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/167300495258553888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/167300495258553888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-gonna-tell-everyone-to-lighten-up.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Tell Everyone To Lighten Up'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-4001745339099023334</id><published>2008-10-29T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:12:36.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>I'll Lift You Till You're Fine, Do You Want To Live In Now or Later?</title><content type='html'>We may not get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;It's not all out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now is not gonna catch me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Layer - John McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2986538321/" title="IMG_1231 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2986538321_3f3a1453f5_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1231" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And life can bring you to your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week has been pretty nutty, with almost every night spent out till late, procrastination ruling my life, bad results screwing it up, and the looming prospect of final examinations and messed up lecturers does nothing to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've succumbed to the tablecloth culture&lt;/span&gt;, with the purchase of a hoodie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(actually, thank you Lisa for the hoodie)&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, damn I've mentioned it before where my words come back and haunt me. Well, whoop dee doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2986538091/" title="IMG_1171 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2986538091_683ce04fe8_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1171" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent the majority of Wednesday hanging out with Kin Meng and Meph at the Curve and Cineleisure. Then Andrew popped by, and we wasted more time on the steps of Cineleisure and his office. And we played with Kin Meng's camera. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2984274533/" title="IMG_1222 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2984274533_2af0ce2bb6_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1222" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, woe is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2984274015/" title="IMG_1220 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2984274015_b91eac4ddb_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1220" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2987618234/" title="IMG_1123 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2987618234_c57d41c449_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1123" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't get my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2987618648/" title="IMG_1165 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/2987618648_f621e44d7f_o.jpg" alt="IMG_1165" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, I made this kid cry. Hahahaha. Funny story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I want to say much much much more, but just thinking about it makes me all depressed and angry and whatnot. Gah! Damned assignments and results. It's a wonder I'm not all bald thanks to the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;/slit wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Hope the Coffee and sweet put a smile on your face. It did, for me (okay, I don't know why, but it did. Sorta kinda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-4001745339099023334?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4001745339099023334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=4001745339099023334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4001745339099023334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/4001745339099023334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-lift-you-till-youre-fine-do-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Lift You Till You&apos;re Fine, Do You Want To Live In Now or Later?'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-710043434634951458</id><published>2008-10-27T03:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:48:35.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>I'll Put My Hand Over Your Eyes, But You'll Peep Through</title><content type='html'>And though really all these moments are just in my head&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking about them as I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;And I know that really it might not even come true&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind I'm having a pretty good time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Years Time - Noah and the Whale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2975677298/" title="DSC09696 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2974825795_002f002db0_o.jpg" alt="DSC09696" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Woke up early on Saturday. And it was all, yellow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Saturday, I was conned into waking up early, and went to breakfast with the family, where, insults aplenty, we pretty much had fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Admittedly, it's been a while since we had a family breakfast, so I can't fault them for conning me into waking up early.&lt;/span&gt; How I did not realise immediately that banks don't open on Saturdays, I'll never know. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Star Wars Ep 3 last night, after coming back from dinner and a drive. It managed to get my mind off some things, and it was nice to watch Anakin fight Obi Wan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in what was described as the best damn lightsaber duel scene ever)&lt;/span&gt; again. Still get the chills at the last scene where Vader turns and breathes, though. I don't know, maybe the Star Wars geek in me can't accept the fact that this is probably the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2974878165/" title="DPP07D80A1B032C48 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2974878165_31d4d583a9_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A1B032C48" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh.. Reflection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got two assignments left to finish, and three (?) exams to sit for.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully this term my grades won't be as poor as I think they are. I've still got hope, but I'm very skeptical about it. I don't know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just something about seeing your grades way lower than what you expect that gives you a huge blow to the confidence.&lt;/span&gt; Affects all the other assignments, too. And here I thought I could do the first term with relative comfort. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, how naive, foolish and stupid I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the universe has a way of going about, and when something goes bad in life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually it's accompanied by other bad things.&lt;/span&gt; This time there isn't any exception. But oh well, I think I'll only face it when I have to. For now, I'm not really dwelling on things, though I have to say I was distraught for a few nights, and I predict more to come (and I'm rarely wrong when it comes to this type of predictions, sadly. Pessimist, much?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2974877525/" title="DPP07D80A1B032831 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2974877525_7ccb39f037_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A1B032831" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need anyone to tell me. You are my soul rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun fun fun when we were drinking&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun fun fun when we were drunk&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun fun fun when we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun fun fun, oh it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-710043434634951458?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/710043434634951458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=710043434634951458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/710043434634951458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/710043434634951458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-put-my-hand-over-your-eyes-but.html' title='I&apos;ll Put My Hand Over Your Eyes, But You&apos;ll Peep Through'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8071818945414571067</id><published>2008-10-24T05:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:11:20.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>You Think I Don't, But I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just won't accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile hiding behind&lt;br /&gt;A God-given face&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're so much more&lt;br /&gt;Everything they ignore&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I need to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Love In - The Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you've just got to be nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2968647131/" title="DPP07D80A18152E55 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2968647131_f75f47e69d.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A18152E55" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was re-reading some of my really early entries on this site, and they brought a smile to my face, seeing how far I've come, seeing what I've been through, seeing things that are different back then. Though some photos (actually, a lot) have been lost due to theft, some still remain, though they aren't the originals, they're still there, somewhere, online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one, for example. Ahhh this was an interesting experience, no? Hahahaha. It was a, um, Thursday? Thinking back to that day made me laugh so much, though I think the one with the plunger didn't really see the funny side of things. Not immediately, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2968686925/" title="o108468052 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2968686925_0a07e3caf7.jpg" alt="o108468052" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;For fuck's sake, I'm going to kill ****** for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mmm so yeah, I'm not actually reviewing how I've done so far, or whatnot. I just picked out a moment in life that interested me. Of course, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;more interesting moments, but I'm not touching on them, yet. For now, some sort of boredom kicks in, and I went outside to shoot a few very long exposure shots. Hahahaha. Shows how bored I was / am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2969485538/" title="DPP07D80A18152309 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2969485538_13638be178.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A18152309" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tomorrow, going to the bank at 8.30 am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yes, 8.30 am. What the hell. It's a bleeding Saturday!)&lt;/span&gt; and taking out some money for some payments. Aih, means sleeping early, waking early, and being grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mumble grumble fart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Oh, I puked in college today. Hahaha. Wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8071818945414571067?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8071818945414571067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8071818945414571067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8071818945414571067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8071818945414571067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-think-i-dont-but-i-do.html' title='You Think I Don&apos;t, But I Do'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2968647131_f75f47e69d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-130930589380229990</id><published>2008-10-23T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:56:32.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volleyball'/><title type='text'>And the World Will Live As One</title><content type='html'>Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine - John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964076485/" title="DSC09692 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/2964076485_120aa3285b_o.jpg" alt="DSC09692" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, it has been in the rain before, but I thought it'd like some shelter for once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amazing, isn't it, what divides, what unites. The one thing that's supposed to unite millions can separate two. Well, a guy can dream. Can imagine, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964931722/" title="DPP07D80A16171F21 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2964931722_02c1a71af1_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16171F21" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today I decided to stay in college and watch the Volleyball tourney, partly because Mel was in it, partly because I wanted to see if I could take photos, and partly because, well.. because. Plus, it's been a while since I've watched a live sport, and cheered, too, now that I think about it. Well, in a competition, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was very fun.&lt;/span&gt; I have little to no knowledge about the game, aside from the fact that one is supposed to hit the ball over to the opposing team, and not let the ball touch the ground on one's own side. That about sums up what I know. So I managed to learn a few things, like you could use your other body parts, and such. Hahaha. Mmmmm interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The photos, &lt;/span&gt;well, to be frank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they sucked.&lt;/span&gt; Ahhhh it was horrible. Most if not all were shot in RAW (because I thought I could boost the EC up by a stop or two, and also remove noise more effectively). Apparently it didn't turn out so well, anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh, the woes of inexperience, bad lighting and a slow lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo stats (All were shot with this setting):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera : 40D&lt;br /&gt;Lens : 24-70 2.8L&lt;br /&gt;Mode : Manual&lt;br /&gt;ISO: 3200&lt;br /&gt;Aperture : 2.8&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Speed : 1/320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964943306/" title="DPP07D80A16172D59 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2964943306_e5f8567221_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172D59" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964095843/" title="DPP07D80A16172933 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2964095843_ba7caca352_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172933" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964093853/" title="DPP07D80A16172708 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/2964093853_1dc7a1329b_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172708" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964948022/" title="DPP07D80A17000B28 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2964948022_e17d508429_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A17000B28" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964932922/" title="DPP07D80A16172441 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2964932922_f7ee7e5b5b_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172441" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964106341/" title="DPP07D80A16173112 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2964106341_5bf811bf40_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16173112" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964093179/" title="DPP07D80A16172537 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2964093179_01c8fb69da_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172537" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964942360/" title="DPP07D80A16172D03 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2964942360_4b53d21784_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172D03" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2964941244/" title="DPP07D80A16172C24 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2964941244_7b61fdf62e_o.jpg" alt="DPP07D80A16172C24" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day (night, technically) it was hella fun to sit there and watch. And cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind, that blew the doors and let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-130930589380229990?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/130930589380229990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=130930589380229990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/130930589380229990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/130930589380229990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-world-will-live-as-one.html' title='And the World Will Live As One'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-5669703505718160144</id><published>2008-10-19T04:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:36:45.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>You're Everything In This World, But A Burden You Are Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Open up your heart, what do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart, what do you feel is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bang may be a million years away,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't think of a better time to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Hold On - Bob Sinclair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/IMG_7354.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grrr. Don't disturb me when I'm eating.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when things are smack in the middle of the open, obvious to be seen, we don't seem to see it. We skim over it, barely giving it a second glance or thought. We then go on and search for that exact same thing in harder places to find, oblivious to the fact that we have it right there. Sometimes we refuse to accept what is given to us, instead we want to look for it on our own, we want to work for it, we want to believe that we can achieve something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a phrase that has been going round for some time : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this came about because a horse's teeth can show how old a horse is, and so when given a horse, one should not look at the teeth, but one should be grateful for the present. Perhaps it is human nature to ask questions, to want more, to seek higher pleasure from something that is given. It is not uncommon to not feel grateful when we get something, since we probably have expectations and standards that we wish the gift lives up to, and we get disappointed when it does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment is a horrible thing. We are afraid to disappoint, we do not want to disappoint, and we do not want to be disappointed. Yet having said that, we can be quite easily disappointed in something just because it does not have that one particular aspect in an otherwise almost perfect something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is perfect, and we have to grasp that fact. I know I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm so many things I wish I weren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrows flew away&lt;br /&gt;Hush, keep quiet, hear me say&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want you to go&lt;br /&gt;Please stay&lt;br /&gt;With the moonlight dancing free&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one but you and me&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to go astray&lt;br /&gt;Please stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and think about it,&lt;br /&gt;If you're heart is closed don't lock it,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your keys back in your pocket,&lt;br /&gt;Think this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay - Estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wonder why I do what I do, why I do not just look away, why I bother chasing what they think is a lost cause. I know that if I give up, I will probably hate myself later, and I will not be able to live with myself, knowing that I just threw is all away. Oh there are so many things that I sometimes wish I could just give up, not having to worry about this and that, not having to go through the pain and suffering, not having to live up to expectations, not having to live with the guilt of letting down myself, as well as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing something gives me something to do, at the very least, and having a dream, a goal, it gives me reason to still function. Oh I've contemplated just dropping and dying too, believe you me, but when I think about what I leave behind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; I leave behind, and the things I could have done had I been alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see you as a gift. Actually, every time I see you is a gift. Every time I get to take you out for dinner, or lunch, or supper, that's a gift. Time is not a luxury that I  truly have, and neither are you. You're a craving that I have to satisfy, you're the hunger I have to sedate, you're the need that I have to have to live. So even if I was given the gift of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; (not a lot) time before things happen, I know I want more. What I have now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is just not enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It will never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that vein, I for one am very guilty of not being grateful of things that I receive. I have been guilty for wanting more, for having questions as to why this was done, why I only got that when there was clearly more to give. Having questions as to why is one thing, not getting answers is another, and that is where disappointment steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been guilty of being very disappointed in gifts, in things that I receive, and though that may be so, I am always afraid that my reaction might not be good enough to cover the disappointment in myself, and therefore in effect disappoint the person(s) that gave me the gift(s). I can say this though, I have been sincerely happy when receiving or giving something more times than I have been disappointed. I guess, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is never nice to disappoint, and it is not a nice feeling to be disappointed either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather be disappointed, then to disappoint someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm guilty of the last bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-5669703505718160144?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5669703505718160144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=5669703505718160144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5669703505718160144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/5669703505718160144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-everything-in-this-world-but.html' title='You&apos;re Everything In This World, But A Burden You Are Not.'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-3745132058503167865</id><published>2008-10-19T04:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:17:30.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAMI Concert'/><title type='text'>KAMI Concert 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seluas laut yang terbentang&lt;br /&gt;Dan buihnya terapung di awangan&lt;br /&gt;Derita, derita yang mencengkam&lt;br /&gt;Cuba untuk aku bertahan&lt;br /&gt;Dimana oh wajah yang berkeliaran&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kudamba kehadirannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mawar Khayalan - Laila's Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if I wanted to shoot some photos at the KAMI : The Concert @ Bukit Jalil yesterday, and of course, I said I would love to. Went there at around noon, and I managed to catch a few acts that I really wanted to see. Got in the media / crew place, too. Heeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, thanks goes out to Edris for getting me in the thing in the first place, and the passes. And thanks also to the other 8tv people who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd also like to thank my mom, my dad, my cat Snowball, and all the little people who made this work. I love you guys. *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay enough of this. Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*In no particular order, and no names. I have forgotten who's who *embarrassed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2951744172/" title="IMG_8397 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2951744172_d0bbabc784.jpg" alt="IMG_8397" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2951804308/" title="IMG_8503 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2951804308_d47c182ee2.jpg" alt="IMG_8503" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953052941/" title="IMG_8172 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2953052941_51950e1a4b.jpg" alt="IMG_8172" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953056331/" title="IMG_8428 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2953056331_4518282bf2.jpg" alt="IMG_8428" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953900166/" title="IMG_7929 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2953900166_cbb21b9111.jpg" alt="IMG_7929" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953895882/" title="IMG_7865 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2953895882_1f8fd36980.jpg" alt="IMG_7865" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953935926/" title="IMG_8021 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2953935926_5d70527790.jpg" alt="IMG_8021" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953932270/" title="IMG_7974 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2953932270_2d7002113a.jpg" alt="IMG_7974" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953925256/" title="IMG_7786 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2953925256_7b6cc76334.jpg" alt="IMG_7786" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2953078743/" title="IMG_7950 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2953078743_a4e0461564.jpg" alt="IMG_7950" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-3745132058503167865?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3745132058503167865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=3745132058503167865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3745132058503167865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/3745132058503167865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/kami-concert-2008.html' title='KAMI Concert 2008'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2951744172_d0bbabc784_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8934877526315238385</id><published>2008-10-16T03:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:14:49.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>Darling, We've Got To Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Major Edit!: Fuckin hell I just read Andrew's blog, and the lyrics I put up were there. Exact same ones. Damn ghey. So I changed the song of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;You turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is, that’s how it was&lt;br /&gt;You searched it all so well, underwater in a well&lt;br /&gt;You smeared on cool lips while checking off a checked-off list&lt;br /&gt;The situation’s never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Education - Tilly and the Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2945494534/" title="DSC09670 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2945494534_14f869936d_o.jpg" alt="DSC09670" height="427" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;class + boredom + pen + ruler + 10 cent coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how sometimes, the smallest of things can affect your outlook on life, or the way you go about living it. Depending on what that thing is, some might call it petty, whilst you might think it means the world. In that sense, it's more of a matter of perception, then, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in class, we were discussing beauty and what it means to us. Being one of the three male students in the class, I gave a more.. male approach (for want of a better term) to the question, compared to the girls. They touched mostly on confidence and um.. yeah, confidence. Then I went and said it's about how she carries herself, walks, dresses, and probably exudes an aura of "hey look at me, I'm gorgeous" kind of thing. Very male, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Then we went to the physical aspect of beauty, like, what aspect makes a woman / girl beautiful. Some answered the way they dressed, the way they smile, what their faces look like, et al. I said I'd find a person who can really pull of the traditional costume look, beautiful. Because I actually like to see people in their traditional costumes, though I don't really like to wear mine most of the time. Maybe because I look tiny in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, with regards to beauty, well the topic on physical appearance is one rather touchy thing right now. And it does tend to play around with one's confidence and perception of life. Like, there's this guy I know pretty well enough to say that he does tend to over-think things, and sometimes he makes big deals out of nothing, but he's also a pretty nice chap, if you get to know him. He might not show it much, but he's really irritated and/or bugged by one physical aspect that has plagued him for half his life, so far. That one aspect causes so much damage to his way of living, though sometimes he does forget about it and goes on with life. But ultimately, it'll come and bite him in the ass. So yeah. I could say he's pretty damn frustrated, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he thinks he's stubborn too. Mmmm yes he does. Headstrong, I'd call it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh I just read something that made my spine tingle all over. It's quite.. um.. sugary and so.. oh-my-god-y. Hahahaha. Wow. Actually almost got a headache trying to read that. It's like, my brain is saying to me, "Go ahead, read one more sentence and I'll jump out your ear. Then we'll see who's laughing now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8934877526315238385?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8934877526315238385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8934877526315238385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8934877526315238385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8934877526315238385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/darling-weve-got-to-talk.html' title='Darling, We&apos;ve Got To Talk'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-8943453958946912422</id><published>2008-10-13T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:40:33.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>You Pull Me Up, You Dust Me Off, You Pull Me Through</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me shaken up all night&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;But I want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;This shit is making me feel bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I shake this mess&lt;br /&gt;Keeps on running through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dust Me Off - Tilly and the Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2934271577/" title="IMG_7293 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2934271577_97410b0b0d_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7293" height="480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy, don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rainbows are interesting things, yeah? I mean, they're essentially colours caused by the refraction of light by water, amongst other things. There were two rainbows, just now, at around 6 pm. They were pretty well defined, too. Well, actually the second one wasn't so clear. But still. I've never seen two rainbows together before. Unfortunately, though, I didn't take a picture. Didn't have my camera with me, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what's on the end of a rainbow. Actually went and googled / wiki-ed rainbows, just to check. Apparently the end of a rainbow is impossible to reach. Sounds familiar, actually, the "impossible to reach" bit. Haha. I can think of many things that the phrase can be applied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, did you hear about the two drums and the symbal that fell off a cliff? Badum, pssh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanazrin/2934022515/" title="IMG_7280 by eman azrin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2934022515_0a6270505b_o.jpg" alt="IMG_7280" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone's got that hat thing now. And umbrellas too. What's going on, then, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. So a bunch of us decided to head into KL on Sunday, some to check out a couple of junkyard sales (Bijou (sp?) and the Lapsap one). Was mildly interesting, to me. Well, they're tailored more towards the female sex of the human race, anyway. Then we headed to Sg. Wang and more shopping ensued. Well, for the girls anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself two cheap tees, and then played Daytona with the rest of the guys, (haven't been in an arcade for the longest time ever, tau?) and then we headed to Starbucks to wait for the girls. Had a pleasant dinner, full of jokes and loud laughing and embarrassing topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pleasant day, ultimately. Wouldn't mind doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Best of Me (acoustic) - The Starting Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-8943453958946912422?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8943453958946912422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=8943453958946912422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8943453958946912422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/8943453958946912422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-pull-me-up-you-dust-me-off-you-pull.html' title='You Pull Me Up, You Dust Me Off, You Pull Me Through'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035813383724994764.post-9180799994618927166</id><published>2008-10-12T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:37:25.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eman'/><title type='text'>What Is A Dream If It Doesn't Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I let you get back under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I let you break me down again&lt;br /&gt;I let you get close way too close&lt;br /&gt;But I see through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me that smile and I gave in&lt;br /&gt;And you knew that I would&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again you pulled me in&lt;br /&gt;Just to give me up, gime me up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give Me Up Again - Jonny Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude's pretty good, though I'm not too sure about his other songs. But this one is real nice. Mmm. Yes. So much for an introductory paragraph. So fuck that, and let's just get on with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are interesting, if you really look at them. They have the power to change things, to shape minds, to make or break, so to speak. Yet they're just words, as many would put it. Hell, there's even a kids' nursery rhyme that goes something like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"&lt;/span&gt;. Well whoever came up with that obviously did not go through life as normal people would. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or he/she must've been a deaf person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometimes, some people are sort of blessed, for want of a better word, with the ability to play around with words. Sometimes these people have nothing else to offer to the world, too. Or, well, that's what these people might think. Anyhow, Extreme had a song that has one part that is still a little painful, now that I think about it. Again. Had to do with words, if you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj149/emantest/IMG_7068.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setup for some of the shots, yesterday, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. So words. A joy to play around with. But. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say the wrong thing, or hear the wrong thing, and your whole world is fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up . Side . Down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some people are learning to go beyond words, and I do think that for those people for whom words are one of the better attributes to the person, it can be quite challenging. For I believe that a person who is quite okay with words is also probably someone who thinks a lot (which in this case means thinks too much about things, or goes deeper into things than he/she should). And with thinking comes great reluctance to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctance, more in the sense that it's because of lack of confidence, I suppose. It's like, "Oh, what if so and so does not like what I do", or "What if other people see me as x (where x is usually a negative adjective)". Sch things do happen, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having said all that, I've somewhat a question in mind, that does seem to bother me at times. It's like that annoying stone stuck in your shoe that you can't seem to get out, nor do you have the time/chance to take out since you're walking very fast to keep pace with a friend who's weaving through people like a snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035813383724994764-9180799994618927166?l=emanazrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/feeds/9180799994618927166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035813383724994764&amp;postID=9180799994618927166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/9180799994618927166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035813383724994764/posts/default/9180799994618927166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanazrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-dream-if-it-doesnt-come-true.html' title='What Is A Dream If It Doesn&apos;t Come True'/><author><name>Eman Azrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890976485369153260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQO80B5zRJY/SRoCm7mEPkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/P3HHs06p_8w/S220/IMG_9135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
