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Hi,

I am sorry to say that I will not write here anymore.. I just don’t feel like blogging anymore.. I wasn’t even blogging ‘properly’. That said, I like this blog and won’t delete it, so it might stay long enough for my grandchildren to read it lol.

But, please don’t follow me and stop blogging (or don’t start).

And I think it is not too late to.. mohon maaf zahir & batin, selamat hari raya everyone!

And so, it is good bye.

ps: Something’s wrong with the hi-box, I realise. May fix it later, so my grandchildren could easily leave a quick message =)

Liverpool FC enters motor racing of football clubs.. which starts yesterday. Racing and football? Motor racing is so not green, but football seems green. This must be mostly about money, even though they say money is green.. I rather watch 2 hours of football, or 5 minutes of I’m on Setanta Sports, season 2. Anyways, selamat berpuasa Ramadhan!

A guy was on the road going back from somewhere. Guy was on the last village road before his destination i.e his home, when suddenly a bicycle came into view. A dude, probably Indon or Thai, was on board. Dude was travelling vayree slowly in the middle of the small road, Guy knew he should not try to overtake Dude. Dude noticed that he needed to give a bigger space for Guy to overtake him, so he maneuvered his bike carefully away from the road centre. Getting the gesture, Guy carefully overtook Dude. Guy was just about to go back to the original lane when suddenly he heard *BAM!*. It was Dude. Dude had just bumped into a lamp post.

Guy giggled to himself, though he also felt sorry for Dude. Feeling sorry reminded Guy of an earlier bumping ac incident.

Guy was on a main road. Guy reached a big roundabout, approaching a line of near stationary cars. Guy was slowing his car down to a halt when suddenly Guy’s iPod-on-a-transmitter switched to a track that prompted him to touch the next button. “Bam, why do I have so many uncool tracks..” Guy thought. A second later, *BAM!*. Guy’s car bumped into a car ahead. Guy gasped. The two people on board the car gave an uneasy, worried glance. The driver finally decided to come out and have a look. Driver muffled a question to Guy, “kanaka?” but Guy just gave an expression as if he didn’t know. Driver took a quick glance at the back of her car, then went straight back in. Guy maintained an everything-is-all-right look as they were entering the roundabout, with Driver giving a glance every few seconds at her rearview mirror. Guy left the roundabout safely. Guy decided to stop by a supermarket for a coke to help him chill down and analyse the damage if any on his side. Guy concluded that everything was all right and that he learned a lucky lesson.

The new Liverpool FC is AFC Liverpool, and I am a supportor by nature. It’s a non-profit club, owned and run by Liverpool FC fans. As with my other partisanships, I’ll try to follow the club’s progress, and try to get their replica shirt.

And hope that AFC Liverpool will be better than FC united of Manchest in no time!

Salãm and welcome back to let’s learn Persian with ruz.

Here are the words for lesson 2:
(shãm) = dinner/supper
(nãhãr) = lunch
(sobhane) = breakfast
(dust) = friend or like
(morgh) or (joojeh) = chicken
خوش (khoš) = happy
(rãnande) = driver
(mãšin) = car
(khoda hafez) = goodbye

Diruz I ate nãhãr with my Bath dusts at Pei Ru’s. The main course was homemade nasi lemak. We also had (halal) joojeh, kelupis, pangang, hellopanda, etc. For dessert, was Najib’s ice cream cake. But we all missed Jor who could not make it and had to stay home, so we drove our mãšins to her house. And so we were very khoš. Then it was time to say khoda hafez.
The End. BTW, Hisham was a goood rãnande, and I didn’t eat shãm..

There will be no lesson 3 with ruz, promise! Learning another language is hard, especially when there is no reason.

روز (ruz) = day
امروز (emruz) = today
دیروز (diruz) = yesterday
ﻓﺎﺭﺩﺍ (fardâ) = tomorrow

Btw Persia = today’s Iran

So that’s it for emruz. Goodnight, and have a nice ruz, fardâ..