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Friday, October 16, 2009 @ 2:53 PM.

today, IT WAS LIKE THE FIRST TIME WE WENT FOR FRIDAY PRAYERS SINCE AGES. O.O ya, true that. hah. it was me akhbar and fadhil. yea, three of us. farhan went to the so called new mosque al-'TIMEZONE'. HAHA. farhan farhan... tsk tsk. anwys, after prayers we went to gt ourselves 'cold-beverages' yeap. nice. then while drinking, there's this handicap guy came to us to sell some tissues so i bought two, giving some some sympathy then that guy was bowing down repeatedly which was kinda different from how able-ed ppl bowed, and when he left, the first that freakin pussy eyes fadhil was freaking laugh. seeing him laugh makes me wanna laugh too. fuck! seriously, tk baik sah... tsktsk. hhahaha! after that i went home jus to wait my parents leave for melaka. so now im free as bird till monday. wooo!! if i have one i'd bring a girl home. oooo O.O hehe.
at 5 then i went to esso for some soccer. it jus gets better. so then went to the pit infront of adil's house and relax till some policemen came and asked for our ic's. like what did we do? and he was warning us saying 'we should keep our valuables cause deepavali is coming be aware cos maybe some drunk indian guy is going to beat us or smthng' whoa, tat sounds kinda racist. hooo. luckily hui sheng wasnt there. haha. you noe what'll happen. (hahaha) then im back in my crins. yeap. since it was going to be lonely later on, i got a'an adil and amy to accompany me at home. too bad haziq didnt gt to come along. maybe next time. kfc, bohsia, mee sedap, a drunk brother, disturbia and some porn(not) haha. now its like 6 am. i didnt sleep. wow rite. hah. remy adil and a'an is now are sleeping dead. now im jus waiting for it to be 7am. well that sort of the review of my 16oct09. its only 3 more hours to go till our match against pau's brother at khatib. i still have not rest. okay okay, gtg. sleepy sleepY.

CESC ZHARIF. OUT.

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Uhm... Hello!; ZHARIF is the name you have to remember when you enter this blog. I'm no skater bt if i am i'll be ZHARIF MULLEN. :P Zharif | Slick | Riffs | Aceh | Aeb are the names people call me. Forever 7teen. Gets another inch longer evry 23rd July. I would die for soccer. NOT. && having a guitar as a bolster is definitely OKAY. :D
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