<?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-5398773171485871596</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:57:07.539-08:00</updated><category term='suckiest day'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='Fooling arnd'/><category term='How Long--Totally Me'/><category term='To the special someone'/><category term='ME'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='BEN 10'/><category term='The End'/><category term='injury'/><category term='red card'/><category term='CRUSH'/><category term='bed'/><category term='kfc'/><category term='training'/><category term='match'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='lepak'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>My Autobiography</title><subtitle type='html'>Hellooo everyone its me Muhammad Ansari.well im new here and i didn't get a head start with this things but maybe il get use to it.haha!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-2092861207490757229</id><published>2009-04-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:15:25.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey!holiday is like over!and i need more of holidays so i can sleep more..bt very tired wo always reach home at 3 in the morning.can mati ah...To all my Strivers athletics aKa B.P fc.im sorry for leaving the team without telling u guys anything before i just leave u guys.im sorry lads..i know u guys are all angry at me bt theres something that makes me want to leave our training ground.im sure u guys will grow and improve and will win all the games that is coming ahead.il always support u guys aitess.to my stopper whom i played with almost all matches muhd Azri.its been great to play along side u man.thnx for covering up the mistakes that ive made and i cant cover back up.stay a great stopper always man.now im currently not playing quite well trying to get back where i left after my injuries and problems thats hard for me.now im trying at car park C.myb im gona get a call up to play the division 2 league for my friends team and in trial for my company soccer team.take care guys and im sorry once more.Strivers all the way ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the special someone,take care always of yourself be a great person and study hard aites.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to win and Shun defeat!Jai Ho!!!Ily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-6166593476383705775</id><published>2009-04-11T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:15:20.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard just to be yourself.I know you know.So close to tears, wanting to give up.I felt all alone.But now you're here Right by my side And I just want you to know You give me wings when I'm falling You lift me up when I'm down Taking me high, touching the sky .Yeah you make me fly Now I am stronger than I was before.Because of you Feel so alive and I'm wanting more I can't believe it's true.Now you're here Right by my side.Don't ever let me go You give me wings when I'm falling.You lift me up when I'm down Taking me high, touching the sky.Yeah you make me,You give me wings when I'm faling.That's why I sing to you, oYou give me wings when I'm falling.You lift me up when I'm down .Taking me high ,touching the sky.Yeah you make me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-6166593476383705775?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/6166593476383705775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=6166593476383705775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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boring.u knw what?i never go school ah.i taught of caboting my 1st lesson then go for my 2nd lesson.then alamak.i woke up half an hour b4 m class start,then i quickly wake up take my towel and go to the toilet.brush my teeth and singing pt shampoo and soap then beram from the toilet.bt when i wipe myself the n think to myself if i change and blabla.then wit for bus it will take 1 hour.then whats the point of going to school.comfirn my crazy tcher wont take attendance.so i change to my home shirt ang get out and search for FOOD!!!haahh!very hungry sia...hehe!after makan and disturb my bro.then i go work at mosque.that the job that i will never quit man.COMFIRM!.so went to whitesands for awhile to buy my soccer socks cause my old sock toyol eat untill very the clean.so i choose what socks i wana but so at last i grab the white nike socks.so happily go training using it.bt in the end bloody fool after training the socks dirty already.im so stupid man.hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-8849960312997687798?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/8849960312997687798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=8849960312997687798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/8849960312997687798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/8849960312997687798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/03/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-1618150667204615061</id><published>2009-02-18T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:39:18.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there lads..its been so long i didnt post anything.well im just tired and sick with my leg.well i got to go to the hospital this friday.myb need to x-ray or something.i really need to heal as soon as possible.i freaking really need to get back to my form.urgh!dammit!!i need to get back on my team seriously and i freaking want to lead my team again.everything just making me go nuts.now its up to me to make the decision.to quit or not to quit?ive been thinking about this for so long.bt the answer wont come out from my brain.seriously ansari u need to wake up man.Urgh!!!!................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;       a cotton of blue shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-1618150667204615061?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-3849679318188482835</id><published>2009-02-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:44:13.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red card'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday was my worst day ever.i was ask to play when im freaking injured.and u know what i got red carded on the 75th minit.the story goes like this.:my teammate pass the ball to me and i wanted to pass it to the sriker but eventually the ball roll slowly so the oppponent ran after the ball,so what was on my mind was to just slide and get the ball back from the opponent.so my leg hit the ball first then the opp leg'.im like what the hell..the referee was like freaking blind man.i got the ball first then hit the opponents leg.it should atleast be a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning or a yellow card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.i was freaking disgusted by thr referee untill my mates ran to the referee and shout at him.with sadness and pain from my injury.i walk slowly of the pitch.thinking whats wrong with me!haiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was dissapointed in myself..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-3849679318188482835?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/3849679318188482835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=3849679318188482835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/3849679318188482835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/3849679318188482835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-was-my-worst-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-6080817039409999186</id><published>2009-01-30T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:49:54.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Goodness!im starting to hate myself right now.im frustrated and down .Tomorrow is like my teams soccer match.and im not playing because of my leg.damm!when will my leg fully recover?i got two injuries on the right leg(muscle tear and dislocated ankle)i need to run and kick some ass.im really stress with my studies and i dont even know if i can even cope with everything that is surrounding me right now.i just feel like breaking down and throw all the books away.everything just comes and go..but i guess theres nothing i can do but to force myself to study and recover soon.haiss!never knew how long it last....and to my close friend zul whom is freaking quiet.please think twice before u make ur decision.i dont want u to be treated like me.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-6080817039409999186?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/6080817039409999186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=6080817039409999186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6080817039409999186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6080817039409999186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-goodnessim-starting-to-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-4057100429081957019</id><published>2009-01-21T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:25:00.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You say the words but girl it don't feel right.What do you expect me to say.You take my hand And you say you've changed.But girl you know your begging don't fool me.Because to you it's just a game.So let me on down.Cause time has made me strong..I'm starting to move on..I'm gonna say this now.Your chance has come and gone.And you know..And I can't wait.But you know all the right things to say.You say you dream of my face But you don't like me.You just like the chase.To be real.It doesn't matter anyway.im trying to be strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-4057100429081957019?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/4057100429081957019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=4057100429081957019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/4057100429081957019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/4057100429081957019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-words-but-girl-it-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-853918023345978482</id><published>2009-01-21T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:15:39.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi mates..well im currently on MC because of my leg.haiyo the doctor give me holiday so long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah.cannot angs laa seyy.haiss!its like so boring at home didnt do anything,just walk around with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my crutches and it hurts badly man..i almost cried when it struck me.the pain is like a dog bite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my private part.haha!but when im on MC and lying down on my bed sleeping and playing the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guitar.something came to my mind.i dont knw,to feel sad,angry or wtv..everything is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; just  making me confuse.i feel like eating each time i think of it.haiss!the person doesnt feel.but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the person giving it feels everything.and to all my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gentlemans out there.please do cry if&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;need too.dont hide them aites......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-853918023345978482?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/853918023345978482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=853918023345978482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/853918023345978482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/853918023345978482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-7712767993171517950</id><published>2009-01-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:01:57.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey there lads...this week is like so tiring.just fininsh training when the doctor didnt let me ran at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all.but i guess i have to work out my leg too if not its gona be weak.so il rather work out my leg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and gain the muscles that i lost from my injury.when can i play,when will i recover.WHEN!why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must everything happen to me.irritating man.its always me.i tried my very best.i gave it all my very best...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                               its all me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                u are always right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                   u gave me nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-7712767993171517950?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/7712767993171517950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=7712767993171517950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7712767993171517950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7712767993171517950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there-lads.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-6426634031323840137</id><published>2009-01-04T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:30:33.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi there...today was like training day.the doctor didnt let me play for 5 months.but im eager to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;run around,so i just take my boot and go for training.so when i arrive with isman.we saw &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everbody was playing,we are like freaking late.and were like walking slowly as if like we are pros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah.hahah!so we change to our boots and get to the field.i ran like i didnt feel the pain in my leg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i feel the pain in my heart too.never knwing why.haiss!so after the team play the match.our &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coach say..its TRAINING TIME!and were like huh!we ran like want to mati ready he say its &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;training time.feel like ketoking his kepala ah.so we get back on the field with tired legs and run &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.our legs are like very numb after the training we walk slowly after training and say to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ourself.'Coach busted sia'haha!but overall it was ok,i expected more than that.cheyy!haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why is it so hard for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;                               Why is it always me me me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                 why cant u understang how i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-6426634031323840137?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/6426634031323840137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=6426634031323840137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6426634031323840137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6426634031323840137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-8411274925116495137</id><published>2009-01-01T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:17:28.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Do anything to change your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Try to make you see the light.&lt;br /&gt;You turn your back,&lt;br /&gt;And still I say anything to make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;Put up walls made of heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;Try to hide your love away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here, you're givin' me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Try to feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;through the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, is what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so strong, what I'm feeling is&lt;br /&gt;too much, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' that&lt;br /&gt;you're going through,&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could fix for you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here, you're givin' me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Try to hear your heart break through the door.&lt;br /&gt;Call it love, call it what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, is what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so strong, what I'm feeling is&lt;br /&gt;too much, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Some days are cold,&lt;br /&gt;But together, one day we'll both&lt;br /&gt;Change the weather.&lt;br /&gt;And it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, is what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so strong, what I'm feeling is too much,&lt;br /&gt;it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-8411274925116495137?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/8411274925116495137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=8411274925116495137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/8411274925116495137'/><link 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new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there..its been so long i didnt blog laa seyy.yeah got my own problems to settle.doctor says im out for 5 months man.im dead.urgh!and today was like boring.watching tv and waiting for the show FRIENDS to pop up.but instead 30 rock show came out and they show it for almost half a day.what the fish man!but luckily i got the chance to see my sister drive car la seyy.alamak sis u drive like a pro man,bt next time push to 100 k.i almost sleep ah just now.and and u havent reach my standard.heheh!BLUEK!and yesterday was like countdown.damm i should follow my bro go grinding man(understanding)i masjid boy ah.bt instead this sad show pop up at suria,i cried man during the show.haiss!its so sad....trying my best to be strong..ice on my leg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do i deserve to be treated this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;     Am i strong enough to face this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;                        I guess u deserve to treat me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                break my heart,like u want it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-8124233328139168899?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/8124233328139168899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=8124233328139168899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/8124233328139168899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/8124233328139168899'/><link rel='alternate' 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couldnt even stand up on my own.lucky shafiq help me up and limping off the pitch thinking of someone.what i can think was to get back on the field and help my team out but i couldnt.its so sad:(.i dont even knw when i can recover and i dont knw what do i need to recover from my injury.ashaney!just hoping i will get well soon.training is on saturday and got more upcoming matches...haiss!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-5322058378994540711?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/5322058378994540711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=5322058378994540711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     pretty and hansome                                        Handsome and Chubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SUMmuaWofXI/AAAAAAAAABA/cAo-f34xZRs/s1600-h/DSC03795.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SUMmuaWofXI/AAAAAAAAABA/cAo-f34xZRs/s72-c/DSC03795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-5900336056424811321</id><published>2008-12-12T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:58:53.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow so long i didnt post anything.im too lazy to on the computer and to walk to the computer.HAHA!well today is like the match day.and im like whatever ah,i dont feel like playing the match eventhough the team needs me mani dont knw why but i feel kinda sucky to play.haiss!but il just try my best to perform well and win again this time.and we dont have referee cause the rest of the lads pokai ah no money.so get cheapskate one sudah.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we are playing 4-4-2 position laa seyy:&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRIVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Khai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                  isman   ansari   azri   zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                           Amirol     izat     shafiq     Akmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                       Razin          Akid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MyGosh!im freaking tired to play laa seyyy    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why cant u understand what im facing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-5900336056424811321?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-4872883521296004898</id><published>2008-12-05T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:14:48.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man!tmr is the day man.the match that we have been waiting for so long.we got trash by them 5-3 bt were gona try our best and wack them back 9-0(understanding)hahah!and i guess il either play 1st half or 2nd cause im nt kinda fit yet to play the match as u knw what im facing aites.so lets just see how my body system works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  When a heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                           it doesnt break even....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-4872883521296004898?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/4872883521296004898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=4872883521296004898' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='kfc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ola!today was like so funny.i argued with isman about going to WS and help out with my song.haha!bt atlast he agreed and follow me to whitesands and we sat at KFC and i han my lunch and isman got his snickers,damm!i should have snickers of mine too.haha!then we start doing the music and i say my 2nd music is kinda better and myb i shall sell it in stores!hahah!mygo!we argued about what words to write seyy.so we shout and everyone were like looking at us and were like whathefish!and we kept on arguing..haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and check up is like tomorrow and im freaking scared laa seyyy.i hope i could still play for the upcoming match man.my team needs me.my stopper(azri)needs me.u wouldnt wana knw what well di during a match man.well make people laugh during match time.untill we got scolded by our coach..hahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                    and Strivers!we have to win this time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-5398886332026596804?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' 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PRETTY SISTAR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           You are my star,my sexy,crazy,my bestfriend and special sister!MUACKS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/STKXRenJA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-aDevRkpB-c/s1600-h/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274444440135074754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/STKXRenJA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-aDevRkpB-c/s320/DSC02487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/STKXRtrOkJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2WBa6Qx1bQc/s1600-h/DSC03321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274444444178747538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/STKXRtrOkJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2WBa6Qx1bQc/s320/DSC03321.jpg" 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href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/hellotodays-training-was-like-havoc-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/STKXRenJA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-aDevRkpB-c/s72-c/DSC02487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-8217387334089015269</id><published>2008-11-29T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:06:30.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey hey!tmr is like training and have to wake up at 7 again in the morning!whatthehorse man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;il update u more what nonsence stuff we did in training tmr aites how much are we suffering in the training.haha!and match is on sunday man!chengcheng!HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my sis bdae is tomoorow!i cant wait to get free cakes!whee....hahah!and sis i didnt get u anything,my wallet is full with receipt.haha!LOVE mi sister alot eventhough i make her angry.hahah!:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-8217387334089015269?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/8217387334089015269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-7021524006816271371</id><published>2008-11-27T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:19:19.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>hello.well basically im not doing anything.im like just searchig for jobs.and when in the fish can i get a job!im eager to work.cant stangd sitting at home.sso saturday is my check up and sunday have morning taining.urghg!and just got a msh by the manager that we have a match on 6 december,,damm!hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-7021524006816271371?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                why cant u understand me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                         my heart is trembling inside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-8749308449618411179?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/8749308449618411179/comments/default' title='Post 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of over the limit i run away ah....and damm a cant find the right words!!help me!HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                    Il be the very best of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                               &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and be there when ure in need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-390335988478177222?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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health better??Hmmmmm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; writing a song.check it out when its out aites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-4578868583658204573?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/4578868583658204573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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that.haha!sfter i bought my grocceries me and isman went back to my house cause i got to change cause we have a street soccer match at simei at its like freaking far.who in the blue fish wants to play street soccer that far man.il rather play under my block ah.haha!so we plan to just go home and sleep and call the match off and posponed it.and i dont think i could play well too wit all the things happening arnd me nw..it feel sad for me.but what to do.patience and faith.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-904978389736036376?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/904978389736036376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me that you love me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long will I be waiting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be with you again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can't take a day without you here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me that you love me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When you're right here by my side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven. I find my paradise, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I start to realize, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can reach my tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can hold my head high,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And it's all because you're by my side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And tell me that you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Everything's alright, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When I hold you in my armsI know that it's forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanna let you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when you look me in the eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me that you love me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find my paradise, When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-6307803207512651673?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/6307803207512651673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=6307803207512651673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6307803207512651673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6307803207512651673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-heart-is-always-searching-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-4680896739300871132</id><published>2008-11-20T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:32:25.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello everyone.my day today was funny and sucky.well first of all me and mum went to the doctor(AGAIN)and its like my dad ask the doctor to check my other ear weather thers anything cottonbud in my ear.and its like the doctor say theres nothing and my dad is pastering me and saying that there is something in my ear.and im like wha is inside my ear man!so after we went to the doc me my sis and me went to kfc to EAT.yumyum!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i met isman,to buy something kinda special for someone and its like we searc the whole whaitsands and bought__ and__..and ive given someone that u guys wouldnt wana let go.bt i let go for the special one.Ashaney!then we went to the flower shop to buy flower and we were like sensitve an ask the owner why is this flower torn and the colour is diff and the auntie explain and me were like OK.....hahah!so i pick 1 colour and isman pick another colour.after we bought the flowers we were like shy to hold it and i ask isman to hold it for me and its like everybody is looking at him!Sorry isman..HEHE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISMAN thank you for everthing and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                            i guess its time for me to give  up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-4680896739300871132?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/4680896739300871132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=4680896739300871132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/4680896739300871132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/4680896739300871132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-7707832354976514367</id><published>2008-11-19T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:02:40.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSH'/><title type='text'>Im into this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;something happened for the first time, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush,what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way about meIt’s just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be,&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind when we were hanging&lt;br /&gt;Spending time girl, are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be,&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be,&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in loveIs it realor just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at youAre you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goin away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-7707832354976514367?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/7707832354976514367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=7707832354976514367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='bed'/><title type='text'>sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well basically im like freaking bored at home got nothing to do.here is how my day goes.i basically lying on my bed having a high fever and my ear is like freaking disturbing me an im like missing someone.so basically im just lying on my bed heplessly and sick for the whole day.im like sick for weeks and i dont knw what i need to cure my sickness.:(.well thats all i did today so yeah im like freaking bored.miss my lads and someone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                          You said that you were the shooting star in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                        you lied baby and you leave me hopelessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-1157233254831390547?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/1157233254831390547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=1157233254831390547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/1157233254831390547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/1157233254831390547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping.html' title='sleeping'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-2984503444109393988</id><published>2008-11-18T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:00:36.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today morning was like scary.i went to the polyclinic to see the doctor because my ear is like hurt badly.so i get dress(i bath ok)and quickly take the bus to the poly.so when i reach at the polyclinic i got the number 7250 and im kinda the last person.Urgh!haha!so i waited and waited while hearing some songs and looking at people doing yogo.its kinda cool.hahaha!and my number appear.CHENGCHENG!so i went in and say to tho doctor.'theres something wrong with my ear'so the doctor took some small torchlight and stick it inside my ear and he said'theres an infection on ur ear'and im like what did i possibly do with my ear man.HAHA!then the doctor ask me to wait and he went to get something.but when he came back,he came bringing with some metal thing.i taught hes gona cut my ear man!haha!but actually he puted the thing inside my ear nd dig it deep inside and its like freaking painful and i feel like punching his face cause i couldnt take the pain.but when he doodle with my ear and he found a cotton bud!and im like huh!how in the fish could that thing be in there man!i kept laughing when i finish the check up.haha!its funny tough!bt its scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah today is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have only one big special wish that i wana make.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'IM SORRY'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-2984503444109393988?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/2984503444109393988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=2984503444109393988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/2984503444109393988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/2984503444109393988'/><link 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new.haha!so we ran up to the slides and take a few more rides but malik hurt his hand(dont knw what he do while coming down the slide)HAHA!then we rest we the heart pumping slides and we headed to the medium pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we met our uncle there and he was  swimming like a pro.me and malik were like struggling and didn't move a shit out of our body.HAHA!then when had fun with the medium pool and we wanted to head to the slides again but something was wrong!malik couldn't get out off the pool so i have to push his but up and get him to shore.luckily i was strong enough.ehemm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we play a few more slides untill we are tired then we changed and get home.pheww!&lt;br /&gt;and we have to walk to reach to the car and its like so tiring.HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-3833737157837795685?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-2221848121639670833</id><published>2008-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:08:27.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To the special someone'/><title type='text'>Shine On</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Given every moment i had&lt;br /&gt;Still i can never seem to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;You're done with one mile and onto another one thousand&lt;br /&gt;Still i can never seem to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;I know youll be better off without me when im gone&lt;br /&gt;You know youre, your beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;And you know i love you&lt;br /&gt;And even if we can or cant be friends&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;So shine on, you want me to&lt;br /&gt;It's keeping me awake every night&lt;br /&gt;But i can never seem to give up on you&lt;br /&gt;I send up a prayer and im onto another one thousand&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to give up on you&lt;br /&gt;I know youll be better off without me when im gone&lt;br /&gt;You know youre, your beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;And you know i love you&lt;br /&gt;And even if we can or cant be friends&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;So shine on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's wrong, nobody's right&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving on..&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You want me to shine on&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, you were made to&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, and you know i love you&lt;br /&gt;And even if we can or cant be friends&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna be brighter than we've ever been&lt;br /&gt;so shine on&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be just fine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, youre gonna be alright love,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonne be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;Oh youre gonna be alright love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-2221848121639670833?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/2221848121639670833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=2221848121639670833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/2221848121639670833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/2221848121639670833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/shine-on.html' title='Shine On'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-7024909264632495734</id><published>2008-11-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:05:44.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End'/><title type='text'>My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photo can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_say" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a thousand things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it can't say the million things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna sayA photo can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;capture the way we were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it can't capture the way we are'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_touch" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_picture" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_you and me" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; will have one more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_shot" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timing lost minutes and moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I might be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_lonely" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_it all" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; comes right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_back to me" onmouseover="'return" style="COLOR: #000fff; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000fff 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: inherit; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit" onclick="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" href="javascript:void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's forgotten now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah everything's saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were my faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me hope every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-7024909264632495734?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/7024909264632495734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=7024909264632495734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7024909264632495734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7024909264632495734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-own.html' title='My Own'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-1065109945201096220</id><published>2008-11-14T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:18:11.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Long--Totally Me'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi im writing about my whole day yesterday cause i didn't get a chance to write anything yesterday.yesterday was the worst day of my life.it hurts me deep down inside and i really can't forget and accept it.maybe i got my own reasons.man this is like my toughest callenges i have to face.i dont knw weather i can continue this.i feel like my like id fading away man.urgh!training is like tomorrow and i still havent recover from my injury and other problems pops out.i just wish everything can be as pernormal.I can't do this anymore..haisss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW COULD YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-1065109945201096220?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/1065109945201096220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-7585573690608718334</id><published>2008-11-14T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:15:15.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Head Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Hello!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..my day today is kinda funny and boring...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to like sit at home untill noon and im like just watching tv.urh!...hhaaha!!my bone almost got crack lying down on my chair man.haha!but at around 12 me and my lads went to McDonalds to grab a lunch and catch up like the old days.well i ate chicken foldover ad my friend ordered mcspicy.and we ordered the new chocalate mcflurry.dam it was so nice that i finished it all up and didn't left some for my friends.hahaha!yummy yummy!and then we make havoc in mcdonalds.my friends make jogs untill the whole mcdonalds gonnabreakdown man,hahah!we almost got scolded by the manager but we kept on laughing like nuts.hahaha!after we ate and laugh so much our stomach makes problem and we quickly ran back home and sit on the toilet bowl.ohmy u dont wana knw what came out.HAHAAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-7585573690608718334?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/7585573690608718334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=7585573690608718334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7585573690608718334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/7585573690608718334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-hello.html' title='Head Start'/><author><name>Frank Ansari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625080591205925980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1-iVhpyqA/SSV9ZcMO5iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GzDIQ2Aql6s/S220/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398773171485871596.post-6901644300250459936</id><published>2008-11-12T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:05:51.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suckiest day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i basically got nothing to say today cause my brain is not quit screwed properly yet.but my day today is kinda sucky cause i just found out that my plan tomorrow with my lads was cancelled.im like what the fish man!its like im just sitting at home and doing nothing,urgh!and its like im recovering from my injury and my mum ask me to stay home for like a cople of weeksa.ahh..this few weeks make me feel sad,with all the soccer training coming up and matches to play.im exhausted..i need a break before the screw on my head got lost man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398773171485871596-6901644300250459936?l=ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/feeds/6901644300250459936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398773171485871596&amp;postID=6901644300250459936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6901644300250459936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398773171485871596/posts/default/6901644300250459936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ansarimyautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-basically-got-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Frank 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