tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59845676027551489422012-02-17T03:56:59.084+08:00<center>Real life ain't that hard</center>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-22278074865083787772009-12-24T21:11:00.000+08:002009-12-24T21:11:52.451+08:00Well i got that acceptance letter from UniSel. So off i am to collage once in again. Well I hope i'll last this time around. I'll try to do my best... maybe...<br /><br />But still. I find that it's been a while. I'm not sure if i can make it this time around. Six months past and a lot had happen in those six months...<br /><br />Telling everyone i was gay, almost killed my father, getting my ears pierced, losing my ear ring, running away from home, coming back home, losing everything, gaining everything...<br /><br />All of that, in just 6 month and now back to where it all began...<br />Collage...<br />This time,,,<br />I'll try to make this count...<br />Maybe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-2227807486508378777?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-68157766606482190102009-12-17T04:51:00.000+08:002009-12-17T04:51:38.672+08:00Well I'll be in Unisel maybe this Jan, Not sure yet though... well my parents are out for the weekend... they went to kedah to see my little bro. I didn't come along cuz i on the other hand had other thing's better to do... like blogging... or staring int the dark distance till my eyes pop out...<br /><br />I start drawing again after such a long time... i kinda blame my art teacher for lack in interest for art before... any why im doing backgrounds for my friends comic (and mine's ass well...)<br /><br />All in all I have already made about more then ten songs... maybe more the 15!!! but havn't recorded yet... maybe will... Tomorrow i'll go and spend a day with a friend of mine... maybe will make some more songs... he gots lots of idea's... and doesn't mind sharing them... (Or shutting up about them...)<br /><br />We had an idea for a kind of show that involved all of us interviewing a lot of different people... but well since it'll be made from us... well just get ready for chaos and laughter... hahaha... can't wait for that to happen...<br /><br />Another thing i can't wait for i new year... NO!!! Not cuz it's the start of a new year but cuz my friend promised a bunch of beer... hehehehehe.... I'm getting drunk just thinking about it... hehehehe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-6815776660648219010?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-9565325610956966712009-09-13T02:04:00.000+08:002009-09-13T02:04:57.854+08:00Hunter's death was one i could not take. He can't be dead. His body was never found. I'm pretty sure his out there somewhere. I just need to find him. I know that I should have stayed with them but now that Matt's out of prison, i know that the would be alright. Matt... I'm sorry that i had to just leave like that. I tears my heart to leave you just after you were sent free. But i know what i must do. I must find my beloved Hunter. May they all forgive me for my selfishness.<br /><br />But then again a depressed fighter, is a useless fighter. I just couldn't take another night alone. All that beer could've affected their progress in a assignments and i don't want that to happen again.<br /><br />I have no absolute clue where to look or what to look for. I guess that Andria would be the best place to look. Hey, who knows. This little vacation maybe a good thing....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-956532561095696671?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-87349701506617855292009-09-07T05:10:00.000+08:002009-09-07T05:17:29.810+08:00ALAN is coming to town in just a few more weeks... i can't wait till he comes..<br /><br />I know this is just a fling but then again i can't shake the feeling that we could do something more.... but really... i'm not sure...<br /><br />I'm still haunted by what happened before... is it gonna happen again...<br />i just hate it when that happens...<br />I just want to love someone... and be loved... but is it worth it...<br /><br />Farkhan says love doesn't exist... but then again i can't really blame him when the first person he ever loved dumped him for someone else... i still remember that night.... he got so drunk that we had to carry him 4 flights of stairs just so that he could get home...<br /><br />But really... all i need is someone to hug, cuddle, and embrace.... but really... how would want someone like me...<br /><br />A werewolf....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-8734970150661785529?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-30233839416576461812009-08-28T01:02:00.000+08:002009-08-28T01:13:34.939+08:00I always wondered....<br />If anything would change......<br />and it have....<br />To quick...<br />But deadly....<br /><br />Have i loss it...<br />Is it just an illusion...<br />Or am i just a burden...<br />Am i losing faith...<br />Or have i been selfish...<br /><br /><br />Powerless...<br />Hopeless....<br />Faithless...<br />Is it all a dream...<br />Or am i not in reality...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-3023383941657646181?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-40161125903026720002008-12-02T14:03:00.000+08:002008-12-02T14:10:43.198+08:00If things could get any worse it did. People just don't seem to understand that a human's mind is not like ay other. We can't assume just by a person's actio that we can asume a persons thoughts. The possibiliteis are infinte and can not always be determined. We can never know.<br /><br />I remembeed my father always saying how naive i was but really im ot naive. I'm just misunderstood. I was always misunderstood. Sometimes i even dnt know what i am doing. Cause things just hapan. We can never chage it. Yet what we can change makes little diffeence in our lives. We expect something and when we dont get it we retaliate. We fight. But really, Can we fight fate. Or are we doomed to follow it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-4016112590302672000?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-19946061027526208642008-11-20T07:55:00.001+08:002008-11-20T07:55:27.438+08:00It was during one summer in the states that my father brought me my first console. A Sega Genesis. It had a 16 bit display and a 22 megahertz audio. We used to play that thing for hours. trying to beat every game that we bought but it seemed that each time i did play a game, it took me only one week to play it and the whole game was defeated.<br /><br />I still can do that. I can play any game and be done by next week. Sometimes even less. It was on that summer that i began to dream. I dreamed of becoming the worlds most biggest game producer. I made games that no one could ever had made but after a while my dreams evolved into something more complicated. Instead of becoming a game producer i wanted to make a game that no one would ever think of making. I wanted to make a game in which the player was directly in it. I mean why look at a screen and push buttons when you can actually play it. It was a brilliant idea if it wasn't for just one thing.<br /><br />It was totally imposable to make such a thing. The idea itself was too far-fetched. My dream ended in the year 2000......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...... on the day i came here.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-1994606102752620864?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-47480791949953121412008-11-16T15:00:00.000+08:002008-11-16T15:17:17.438+08:00You may have encountered a situation where your parents and teachers tell you about going to school and getting good grades so that one day you can get a good job with a good pay.......<br />In short what i mean is...<br />Your parents and teachers want you to go to school for money...<br />Yup, you are a one stop money making bank....<br />That's wat you are... <br />Nothing else...<br />They may say that its for your own good but really...<br />Do you really want to live paycheck to paycheck doing nothing but keeping filthy notes and coins...<br />I mean when you die, you cant use it to buy your way out.<br /><br />Not to mention the whole education system is totally corrupted...<br />People dont go there for knowledge anymore...<br />They go there cause its the only way to get a good job...<br />Did you notice that fewer people are coming up with intellectual breakthroughs...<br />Its cause people are so determined to get money all the time they dont bother in trying to make the world a better place...<br />Oh yeah to those who lie about how great the future will be....<br />Well you might want to think it over....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-4748079194995312141?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-33294774458435811352008-11-13T07:18:00.000+08:002008-11-13T07:28:13.627+08:00Some say that it was there before we came....<br />Some say it wasn't...<br />But everything has it's beginnings...<br />How it ends is just the enigma that hides in the thick bush...<br />What im talking about is time...<br />Something most people have....<br />Some...<br />Don't...<br />It can never be defined...<br />nor can it be more complex then it is....<br />Time can never be bought...<br />Can never be reasoned with...<br />..............<br />I wish i had more time....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-3329477445843581135?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-54391655812481426172008-11-03T00:06:00.000+08:002008-11-03T00:12:38.792+08:00My Exam....<br />Sigh...<br />6.11.08 Titas 9.00 AM Dewan Besar<br />10.11.08 Programming 9.00 AM Dewan Besar<br />13.11.08 Math 2.30 PM Dewan Besar<br />16.11.08 Multimedia 2.30 PM PSZ<br />22.11.08 Stat 9.00 AM Dewan Besar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-5439165581248142617?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-10233107246284658952008-10-25T22:55:00.000+08:002008-10-25T23:11:42.679+08:00There used to be a place, up on a hill, where i used to go to when i was in high school. I would climb a top that rocky hill and look down upon where i used to live. Then i would shout, with all my might, the things that was bothering me at that time. I would go there to relive all the stress that i've been saving up through the year.<br /><br />I wish i could go there again and shout again. I would shout how much i screwed up this year, shout all the bad things i did, shout how much i missed Hunter, shout how much i loved him, and most important shout out how much i was sorry about all the pain i have caused to others.<br /><br />I really wish i could go there again.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-1023310724628465895?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-21565527049381802402008-10-22T21:30:00.001+08:002008-10-22T21:37:29.458+08:00<p><b>Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)</b> is a <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/neurobehavioral" class="extiw" title="wikt:neurobehavioral">neurobehavioral</a> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/developmental" class="extiw" title="wikt:developmental">developmental</a> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/disorder" class="extiw" title="wikt:disorder">disorder</a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span>affecting about 3-5% of the world's population. It typically presents during childhood, and is characterized by a persistent pattern of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impulsivity" title="Impulsivity">impulsiveness</a> and inattention, with or without a component of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperactivity" title="Hyperactivity">hyperactivity</a>. ADHD occurs twice as commonly in boys as in girls. ADHD is a <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/chronic" class="extiw" title="wikt:chronic">chronic</a> disorder with 5 to 12% of individuals diagnosed in childhood continuing to meet diagnostic criteria in adulthood. As they mature, adolescents and adults with ADHD are likely to develop <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coping_skills" title="Coping skills" class="mw-redirect">coping mechanisms</a> to compensate for their impairment.</p> Though previously regarded as a childhood diagnosis, studies completed during the last few decades have shown that ADHD often continues <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adult_ADHD" title="Adult ADHD" class="mw-redirect">throughout adulthood</a> - though generally with a reduction in hyperactivity. ADHD has a strong genetic component. Methods of treatment usually involve some combination of medications, behavior modifications, life style changes, and counseling. The American Academy of Pediatrics states that stimulant medications and/or behavior therapy are appropriate and generally safe treatments for ADHD. Long term safety of stimulants however has not been determined and drug treatment of pre-school children is not recommended. ADHD "is a controversial pediatric disorder despite being a well validated clinical diagnosis" This is because it is one of the most common childhood psychiatric disorders and stimulant medication has been shown to be the most effective way to treat symptoms.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-2156552704938180240?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-8293944792092691472008-10-18T14:40:00.000+08:002008-10-18T14:46:48.959+08:00<ol><li>Cares about me</li><li>Listens to me when i get depressed over something</li><li>Always is willing to forgive me on anything</li><li>Never does get mad at me....</li><li>His aura is the best</li><li>His warmth that covers me like a blanket deluged with love</li><li>He's honest</li><li>He understands me</li><li>The only one that has ever really made love with me</li><li>Takes care of my well being</li></ol><br />*the others are quite long so i dont want to bore anyone =P*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-829394479209269147?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-21354860139478777242008-10-17T02:10:00.000+08:002008-10-21T16:11:13.512+08:00<u>The Untold - Werewolf</u><br /><br /><em>When the sun comes up<br />We'll be together<br />And all those memories<br />Will all just seem fade<br /><br />When the sun goes down<br />The night will soon be dark<br />And you know we need to part<br />Because of what I am<br /><br />Cause when the moon comes up<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I dont wanna you<br />To see<br />I don't want you<br />To look<br />I don't want you<br />To be<br />with me<br /><br />Just remembered to call<br />Just remembered your name<br />Maybe i'll be there<br />Maybe i won't<br /><br />Is there a reason<br />Is there only one hope<br />Maybe i'll be here<br />Maybe I wont<br /><br />And if the moon comes up<br /><br />Repeat chorus<br /><br />Guiter solo<br /><br />I told you to run<br />I told you to run<br />But you kept holding me<br />I told you to run<br />I told you to run<br />Just stop looking at me<br /><br />Your blood are on my claws<br />Your taste in my fangs<br />Your blood staining my fur<br />Now i want to know<br />Was is worth it<br /><br />When the sun comes up<br />We'll be together<br />If not here<br />In heaven<br /><br />*Edited for reasons that no one will understand*<br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-2135486013947877724?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-5326839043668461702008-10-15T13:14:00.000+08:002008-10-15T13:52:35.465+08:00Memories are sometimes good to have. Memories are the one thing in our lives that can be the upbringing or the downfall of our life...<br /><br />The earliest memory i had??<br /><br />I think it was in the states. When we were just about to move out of our house in that little apartment in upper West Haven, Connecticut. There was the party to bid us farewell and i remember me playing a pc game.....<br /><br />That ia all that i can remember...<br />But ya know what bedazzles me about memories...<br />Forbidden memories....<br />They are fragments of memories that we can not remember but there is proof that it exists. For instance, we have a photo of something we did over the weekend but one of the photos we cant seem to remember no matter how much people told you how it happen or how hard you try to remember you just cant remember that moment.<br /><br />That is a forbidden memory...<br /><br />My forbidden memory???<br />Cant remember....<br />My sweetest memory...<br />Hahahahaha....<br />Im not telling but let me give you a clue..<br />Hunter's Aura....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-532683904366846170?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-45928441126150049112008-10-09T20:50:00.000+08:002008-10-09T21:10:46.204+08:00What does life mean to you?<br /><br />Money, Sex, Love, Knowledge...<br /><br />What ever it means, is it worth it. Is it worth having those things just to know that you will die without them. Is it worth it trying your best and just waste it all when we do not live.<br /><br />Life is fragile. Death can come as silent as a shadow. And when theres life there is always Death. Just think about it.<br /><br />We all live in this world on the day we are born. Then we go to school, we go to a university, then we get a job with a good or not so good pay,then we die.<br />If we get unlucky we wont be able to finish that cycle, we might die in between.<br /><br />But think about it. After we get what we want what do we do.<br /><br />Let me tell you...<br />We should take what is in our lives and have a blast with it. Fuck money, Fuck knowledge. Fuck Everything. We all should enjoy life. Enjoy life at its best. Cause the future holds unknown probability but the present is what makes it.<br />Enjoy what you can...<br />Cause one day you wont have it anymore....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-4592844112615004911?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-40648785226085136462008-10-08T00:36:00.001+08:002008-10-08T01:00:46.139+08:00There is a always a day in our life that we break that block of concrete called Virginity. But Sex is sometimes missed placed in the world. They say that sex is what ruins the human mind and corrupts today's community. But, its not sex that is evil. It's the human mind which currupts the whole meaning of sex.<br /><br />To me, sex is not just a dick and a pussy(and asshole if you're gay) going in and out till the point of orgasm. To me its the joining of two souls and the love that each of them give to each other. It is the fusion of love and all of what they have worked for into their relationship. It is the ultimate stage in a relationship.<br /><br />How can something so beautiful be so Ugly...<br /><br />Well some people do it for pleasure. Some to be included. Some just cause they are bored. Ya see. To these people sex is just a something that is so easily dealt with. I used to be that kind of person till i just got bored of it. There was a point in my life that sex wasn't so pleasurable anymore.<br /><br />But now i have someone who would listen to me, assure me when i get depressed, get worried when i get sick, and most of all loves and cares about me.<br /><br />Now i ask my self....<br /><br />Am i ready....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-4064878522608513646?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-56373359784716218272008-10-06T03:23:00.000+08:002008-10-06T03:35:32.961+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4mp59DfPm0/SOkWtgzLQnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i3CpPwAdCb4/s1600-h/Hunter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4mp59DfPm0/SOkWtgzLQnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i3CpPwAdCb4/s320/Hunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253755411458900594" border="0" /></a><br />My one and only Arif AKA Hunter Stride<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-5637335978471621827?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-50856480425281603812008-10-06T02:52:00.000+08:002008-10-06T03:18:45.384+08:00There will be a time in our life when we stop and ponder on the things we did to get us this far. We ponder about how hard it was for us to go and get good grades while our parents constantly push us to the brink of self-destruction. We ponder on how we had to resist the temptations of life but most of all we ponder on each and every deny we had ever made.<br /><br />Denying something isn't that much of a bad thing. We deny we had that extra piece of cake cause we dont want to look fat or we deny on how we look just to get a girl or a boy.<br /><br />But what people don't realize is that by denying they lie to themselves. They lie to cover up there failures and there disabilities.<br /><br />But unlike any other lie, it is never used to hurt anyone, it is truly a Beautiful Lie....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-5085648042528160381?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-45147194789280541022008-09-26T06:32:00.000+08:002008-09-26T06:45:25.651+08:00Love. It can be <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful</span></span> to some or it can be <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Devastating</span> </span>to others but to me its both. Wanna know why....<br /><br />Because i myself is in love with someone. Our love is the most beautiful thing that i could ever imagine. More beautiful then seeing a dragon with my very own eyes, but....<br /><br />It devastates me to even think about hurting him, even more if someone else hurts him. Seeing how clueless i can be sometimes (i'm very clueless, i sometimes forget whens my birthday) i just can't stand the fact of me hurting him.<br /><br />But even with all that I will try my best to not hurt him and be there when he needs me, even if i have to sacrifice my on life, I will not hurt him. Ya wanna know why.<br /><br />Cause Love....<br />Is <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Devastatingly </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful</span></span>....<br /><br />- Your friendly neighborhood Werewolf<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-4514719478928054102?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-79538034736702485412008-09-12T09:39:00.000+08:002008-09-12T09:47:46.394+08:00Life...<br />What is it's purpose...<br />Only to know that we die the moment we live...<br /><br />What is your purpose in life...<br />Have you accomplished it yet..<br />Or are you delaying it like everyone else...<br /><br />That is what people do...<br />They realize they have no time left..<br />but they go on their so called "journey of life"<br />Wanna know what life is...<br /><br />Life is either...<br />You live another day...<br />And die...<br />Or Die...<br />And never live again...<br /><br />That is life....<br /><br />We create futures for ourselves ...<br />not knowing that if we can build that future...<br />Yes if you work hard you get what you want...<br />But what if death comes...<br />What you would work for is all wasted...<br />So why live....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-7953803473670248541?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984567602755148942.post-72268395041023155782008-09-08T13:04:00.000+08:002008-09-08T13:32:59.588+08:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">As Day breaks, i woke up to here this site just shouting my name....<br /><br />Marz Fiz(pen name)<br /><br />Born on the 15 august 1990 in New York<br /><br />Currently in Malaysia(don't ask why)<br /><br />Now taking a diploma in Computer Science(Multimedia)at UTM City Campus<br /><br />Single<br /><br />Bisexual<br /><br />A member of the Furry Fandom<br /><br />Is an internet slut<br /><br />Likes to:<br /><br />Yiff<br /><br />Get Yiffed<br /><br />Watch Animes (Mostly fan-service and Yoai)<br /><br />Role-play<br /><br />Watch movies<br /><br />Go to gigs (mostly Punk bands)<br /><br />Listen to music (mostly Punk bands)<br /><br />Smoking<br /><br />Dislikes:<br /><br />Shuffle (Hate them)<br /><br />Rich Kids<br /><br />Politics (Really really really really hate it)<br /><br />Being normal<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984567602755148942-7226839504102315578?l=theshadows64.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marz Fizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145316061841264875noreply@blogger.com0