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Cez (also known as x-cEz, PisCez, hishamlee & [O`o]) is always seen in the undernet server, always keeping quiet like a good boy in #Mamak, #Salleh's_Place, #ShahAlam, #Malaysia, #Horny_Wives, #Ar_me_Dik and #We_R_Gay.
It all started more then a year ago when I was preety much bored to death when I was asked to come to work on a Saturday. Equiped with a PC and an internet connection, I started to play around with MiRc. A friend of mine suggested that I go to Undernet and chat in #Mamak.
Initially, I was known as Cezarian, but somehow it was shorten to Cez.
I have met a lot of chat buddies through out the years but only managed to keep a few in my good books. Been to a couple of gathering, preety sad occasion if I may say
So who am I? Just another guy who got bitten by the chat bug. Whenever other chatters ask me,"ASL PLs?." I usually stick to Cez's fictional "real life" facts, as seen below :
Next thing I know, he or she types, "OH LOOK AT THE TIME, GTG...BYE." I had so much fun screening IDIOTs. I must say, there are alot of idiots out there, If you know what i am saying.
For awhile, I was an Operator for #Mamak. It was fun though. I was authorised to kick and ban, imagine the number of idiots I have kicked. After awhile, becoming an OP was a, erm! nothing special. But still, I had fun...I have to thank, HATRED for the appointment and NEVERKICK for the guidance.
Somehow, my O.Pship in #mamak was taken away coz one of the senior OPs went on an ego rampage, slamming down the fact that he is the BOSS. It wasn't entirely his fault, I was to blame too.
Enough of this crap. I think I have said more then I should.
My name is Danny Azman, I was born in the year of the ox back in 1973 in Kuala Lumpur. The picture of me when I was a baby was not purposely done up like that, the edges sort of disolved, what a waste of a pretty face. My mother told me that she contested me in a baby pageant, surprisingly I got third place. She decided to used a professional photographer's service to snap a photo of me as a remembrance. I was so cute then, what the hell happened. My father, Fathol Zaman was in the armed forces (he has retired since 1998) and my mother, Tiara Kassim was a house wife. Being in the army, he gets posted in different states and country. My schooling period was kind of fuzzy and blurry. I was in so many schools to the extent that, I have friends in almost every states. Nonetheless the experience was enjoyable.
Being in St.Johns Institution was one of my memorable period of my time. I was introduced to baggy pants, wearing school shorts to school is NOT cool, bigger guys are stronger, seniors have priveleage to beat you up, it is cool to be in the school band, it is humiliating when you forgot the national anthem when you're standing infront of the assembly and the list goes on. After a few years in St.Johns Institution I went to a different school. Life after that was kinda boring...actually, I don't really feel like talking about my life now. It takes more then a day or two to really make an impressive bio, since I've decided to do this impromptu, i can't really think of any good things to say about myself without sounding as if I am boasting.
Incase you still don't know which one is me, take a look at the guy in stripes, that is me. These pictures you see were taken during the time when I was with TIME WIRELESS Sdn Bhd. These are the most recent scanned photos. They say I look like a Moarian , call me Umaga anytime buddy! Anyone knows the words to the HAKA? Ka ma te...something, something!??