tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22679186571609228402011-04-21T12:12:07.409-07:00heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-64486045045445593882009-03-25T04:42:00.000-07:002009-03-25T04:49:59.668-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoZqhVgb9I/AAAAAAAAADA/-deazO2il64/s1600-h/DSCN1599.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317090528358068178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoZqhVgb9I/AAAAAAAAADA/-deazO2il64/s320/DSCN1599.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoY6vWHeHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bbGVjZHZ-2A/s1600-h/n637485308_2163380_1038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317089707485001842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoY6vWHeHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bbGVjZHZ-2A/s320/n637485308_2163380_1038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-6448604504544559388?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-32301044095300570242009-03-25T04:35:00.000-07:002009-03-25T04:38:06.992-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoXYkJeQuI/AAAAAAAAACw/LL-VW2ZVOiM/s1600-h/samir_nasri_791530c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317088020851999458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/ScoXYkJeQuI/AAAAAAAAACw/LL-VW2ZVOiM/s320/samir_nasri_791530c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> I wanna be like this guy </p><p> He got Everything!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-3230104409530057024?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-57569419423511650952008-08-18T06:24:00.000-07:002008-08-18T06:34:20.532-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKl4hyp67WI/AAAAAAAAABs/j_EnDko8i2o/s1600-h/Daddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKl4hyp67WI/AAAAAAAAABs/j_EnDko8i2o/s320/Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235848563723529570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">He's the one who teach me everything<br />a great father,husband,and mentor<br />to his children<br />nobody could replace you daddy<br />i miss u so much daddy<br /><br />Rousali Ahad(1958-2007)<br /><br />if tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane<br />i would walk all the way to heaven to bring u home again<br />no farewell words were spoken no time to say goodbye<br />you were gone before we know it and only god knows why<br />Our hearts ache in sadness and secret tears will flow<br />What is meant to lose you, no one will ever know<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-5756941942351165095?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-53129582759342397532008-08-18T06:12:00.001-07:002008-08-18T06:20:05.610-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKl1u2YdbaI/AAAAAAAAABk/vEcvPcwKoVU/s1600-h/I+was+tryin+to+breath+air.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKl1u2YdbaI/AAAAAAAAABk/vEcvPcwKoVU/s320/I+was+tryin+to+breath+air.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235845489527451042" border="0" /></a><br />This day is the happiest moment in my life,because i had a lot of fun with my family,cousins and friends..i was trying to breath air u know,like the air breeze,yeah it was there but in the camera u can't see it..but look at my JD's apple..HAHA..<br /><br />We were queing up for that car ride,me and my nephew..that day i was like have to cheer him up because his parents won't buy him toys so i decided to have the car ride with him,yea,,well i managed to make him cheer up a bit..<br /> <br /> Dad..if u're there..can u hear me out?i miss u dad..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-5312958275934239753?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-39259905373728521452008-08-17T07:58:00.001-07:002008-08-17T08:04:15.413-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKg9PzV-GsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d65-IDg3eJE/s1600-h/20062008715.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKg9PzV-GsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d65-IDg3eJE/s320/20062008715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235501908507892418" border="0" /></a><br />This is me and my nephew last time..we have fun last time,playing games,me was smokin that night,well at least i'm being a good uncle man!.haha..well he look like so british man!!so british..haha..well yea..we had this haircut months ago..we had this haircut together by the way..haha..yea i love him so much..<br /><br />the fucked up thing the better<br />says by john adam..<br /><br />i love the slogan man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-3925990537372852145?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267918657160922840.post-19287853915527975232008-08-17T07:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T05:38:41.065-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKq-eGEmeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Phwqo5HfwxM/s1600-h/When+the+dilemma+comes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91XaQd37oaQ/SKq-eGEmeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Phwqo5HfwxM/s320/When+the+dilemma+comes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206941006887266" border="0" /></a><br />yeah..it's me izzuddin rousali..nickname's jd btw..i'm happy but sick with my health life u know..<br />it's 7 am and i'm smoking,got nothin to do,was tired last night cause was talkin to my mom about some stuff till late night<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267918657160922840-1928785391552797523?l=izzuddinrousali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heels over headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841970728890737249noreply@blogger.com0