tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102030322011-04-22T09:02:04.583+08:00h['e]ron n. where the points don't matter; merapuheronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344086966460826102noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10203032.post-1128646356264682852005-10-07T08:49:00.000+08:002005-10-07T11:59:57.920+08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">shapeShifters Inc Sdn Bhd</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">April 2002 ~September 2005</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I came, I saw and I left</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Azizul Hakim: 8.58am</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10203032-112864635626468285?l=wahlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344086966460826102noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10203032.post-1108697254077442842005-02-18T11:03:00.000+08:002005-02-22T09:20:58.750+08:00<strong>Songs for Friends</strong><br /><br />Title: Boo Hoo Clapping Song<br />Band: Carburetor Dung<br />Year: 1993<br />Venue: 'Kodai Sopan' Wisma Punca Emas, Seremban around noon buying my 1st Ramones tee<br /><br />I walk alone, I'm lonely<br />..why should we hear your problems?<br /><br />I sit at home, I'm crying<br />..don't wanna know &amp; don't care<br /><br />My baby's gone, she left me<br />..suits you rite boy, you know it<br /><br />My world's gone wrong please help me!<br />..we have no time now beat it<br /><br /><strong>[chorus]</strong><br />And everyday we share our dreams<br />..ooh oh~<br /><br />And every night we laugh at things<br />..ooh oh~<br /><br />Now you don't care, now you dont' feel<br />..ooh oh~<br /><br />So many friends, now where they'll be?<br />..now you tell me~<br /><br /><strong>[repeat]</strong><br /><br /><br />p/s: i dearly missed you all!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10203032-110869725407744284?l=wahlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344086966460826102noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10203032.post-1106648067982892752005-01-25T18:13:00.000+08:002005-10-05T12:30:39.366+08:00<strong>FastForward. Stop. Play.<br /></strong><br />What’s with the commotion outside? It’s 7:00 in the morning for gawd sake – pipe down y’all, people do actually sleep at this hour - still! <strong>sheesh</strong> “psstt..” whuh? “psstt..” erm who? little voices why are you whisperi.. <strong>dush</strong> “Hoi! kate semalam suruh aku kejut, nie kul baper dah? Cepat ah mak abah dah pegi dulu, by 8:00am sharp kite gerak – aku takmo miss takbir, semayang and khutbah.” so said me taliban-for-bro Ajim <strong>yikes</strong> eheh semayang raye riiite, can’t miss that now can I hehe.<br /><br /><strong>Fastforward. Play.<br /></strong><br />Tired. Neighbours embraced each other as they walked out from the mosque, rejoicing the day ahead. Tapped on the elbow me bro pointed out to a familiar figure, 20 odd metres away wobbling like a penguin towards us. Kinda cute, I would say. We reached out , bend over and kissed her hand. Mom could only offer a slight sigh of relief and tears in her eyes. In the car me dad just held out his hand like some CEO greeting a client to a tee-off Hehe believe me dad, you were<br /><br /><strong>Pause.</strong> <strong>(to be continued)</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10203032-110664806798289275?l=wahlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344086966460826102noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10203032.post-1105945006780656572005-01-17T14:42:00.000+08:002005-01-17T14:56:46.780+08:00<em><strong>Achtung!</strong></em> <br /> <br />As the title suggests, I am a freshie with the whole 'blog-ging' phenomenon. Be nice. <br /> <br />Trend-setters? hardly.. Posers? maybe.. Wannabes? dude, everyone else is doing it - so go & fcuk urself! <br /> <br />HaHa erk rite anyhoo, enjoy ur stay everyone 'coz this one rite here ain't for the faint at heart. <br /> <br /><strong><em>Danke</em></strong>. <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10203032-110594500678065657?l=wahlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344086966460826102noreply@blogger.com11