<?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-5036176602519613049</id><updated>2011-09-04T21:18:33.229+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='muzik'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Monologue'/><category term='Just for fun'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Thought Provoking'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Sengal'/><category term='Skema Rawksss'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Berangan'/><category term='Lesson'/><category term='Current news'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Skema'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Internship'/><category term='Jiwang'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Skema RAWKSSS!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>New design in progress...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2182580355225144281</id><published>2010-06-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:16:01.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>APLIKASI ALGEBRA DALAM KEHIDUPAN HARIAN</title><content type='html'>Masihkah anda semua ingat waktu belajar Ungkapan Algebra seawal tingkatan 3? Ala, yg ada belajar y = 3x + 1 pe semua tu. Ingat kan? Mesti masa tu korang semua terfikir; "Aku nak guna celah mana benda ni dlm life?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang persoalan anda semua bakal terjawab. Inilah kegunaannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TA55yNk-voI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rDbSUVE1qeU/s1600/17569_1347501329366_1286305388_989031_3454492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TA55yNk-voI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rDbSUVE1qeU/s640/17569_1347501329366_1286305388_989031_3454492_n.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faham murid2? ngehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2182580355225144281?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2182580355225144281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2182580355225144281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2182580355225144281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2182580355225144281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/06/aplikasi-algebra-dalam-kehidupan-harian.html' title='APLIKASI ALGEBRA DALAM KEHIDUPAN HARIAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TA55yNk-voI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rDbSUVE1qeU/s72-c/17569_1347501329366_1286305388_989031_3454492_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-9098591091590601567</id><published>2010-06-09T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:04:49.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>DEMAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Majikan selalu demand supaya para pekerja berusaha dan bekerja lebih kuat untuk meningkatkan prestasi dan produktiviti syarikat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para pekerja ikut saja sebab takut kena tindakan disiplin seperti gantung kerja, buang kerja, ataupun bonus kena sekat. Kalau yg baru start kerja, takut lambat confirm jawatan. Contohnya aku la. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi ada tak cmajikan bagi apa yang para pekerja demand? Jawapannya jarang sekali. Terutama sekali pekerja non-executive. Dalam 10 permintaan, ada la 3 yg ditunaikan. Dah macam buat permintaan dengan jin dalam botol pulak. Paling tidak pun kalo mintak ngan jin dalam botol, memang dah gerenti dapat walaupun 3 permintaan je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin pembaca yg lain ada pendapat yg berbeza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moral of the story; belajar rajin2 kalau xnak jadi kuli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-9098591091590601567?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/9098591091590601567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=9098591091590601567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9098591091590601567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9098591091590601567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/06/demand.html' title='DEMAND'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4726357109078797175</id><published>2010-06-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:26:25.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>BALIK KAMPUNG</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, nak dijadikan cerita, weekend lepas masa cuti Hari Wesak tu aku balik Triang setelah 2 bulan x balik. Triang tu bukan dekat, dalam 6 jam gak la kalo drive. Memandangkan aku ni sangat x rajin nak drive sejauh tu, aku decide nak naik train je balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So hari Khamis tu dengan semangatnya aku mintak half-day. Bos sempoi so dia luluskan. Kena la half-day sebab nak naik train kul 7:45 pm. Kalo lepas habis kerja baru nak gerak memang x sempat la. Jalan Pasir Gudang - Johor Bahru sangat sesak masa orang balik kerja. Dalam hati lak memang da excited nak naik train. Tapi malangnya, masa aku sampai train station nak beli tiket, pakcik kat kaunter tu cakap tiket da lama habis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menyesal x beli tiket awal2. Jadi malam tu aku bermalam kat rumah &lt;a href="http://uyanadeya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt; dan decide untuk konvoi bersama family beliau keesokan paginya. Perjalanan selama 6 jam dilalui penuh sabar dengan ditemani adik Nadia yg bernama Akim. Jalan jauh naik KC sangat x best okehhh... Owh, Kc tu nama kereta hijau aku. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai Triang terus singgah rumah angkut adik2 ke rumah Tok. Ramai gak rupanya orang yg balik kali ni. So kesimpulannya memang seronok balik kali ni. Nak plak dapat jumpa ngan mak n abah. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pusing2 kat Sungai Pahang naik bot Ongah; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30199_1435648662404_1568581512_1083342_6903199_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30199_1435648662404_1568581512_1083342_6903199_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30199_1435705263819_1568581512_1083414_11237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30199_1435705263819_1568581512_1083414_11237_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30199_1435705343821_1568581512_1083415_4126385_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30199_1435705343821_1568581512_1083415_4126385_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat makan ikan kaloi besarrrr punyeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30199_1435643582277_1568581512_1083334_596018_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30199_1435643582277_1568581512_1083334_596018_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat jumpa adik saudara baru; ahmad Firhan Naim. Aku panggil dia Pian je. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30199_1435732624503_1568581512_1083449_2351480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30199_1435732624503_1568581512_1083449_2351480_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560032"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560033"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30199_1435732664504_1568581512_1083450_4456861_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30199_1435732664504_1568581512_1083450_4456861_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560032"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560033"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560032"&gt;Tapi ada satu je benda yg x best masa balik kampung kali ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAZpT2ddECI/AAAAAAAAALs/m2mN46bKKms/s1600/DSC02451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAZpT2ddECI/AAAAAAAAALs/m2mN46bKKms/s320/DSC02451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560032"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1133560033"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa fakta yg jelas, cermin KC pecah. Bloody hell!!! Da la masa tu aku tengah drive. Mujur la x terbabas ke apa. x pasal2 melayang $400 aku. Dan x pasal2 gak kena emergency leave hari Isnin tu. Mujur Bos aku sempoi. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4726357109078797175?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4726357109078797175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4726357109078797175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4726357109078797175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4726357109078797175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/06/balik-kampung.html' title='BALIK KAMPUNG'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAZpT2ddECI/AAAAAAAAALs/m2mN46bKKms/s72-c/DSC02451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5103381577325572094</id><published>2010-05-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:08:21.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>BILA DAH KERJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mak aiii... bila da lama x update blog, sekali bukak terus abis berhabuk bersawang bagai. hehe... Last update masa 1st day start kerja. Sekarang ni da 2 kali dapat gaji da pon. Baru la nak update. haha... Tu la dia. Bila da start kerja ni, masa untuk diri sendiri memang makin sikit. Bukan macam masa duk menganggur kat umah dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang ni, balik kerja je terus rasa nak cari tempat landing. Ye la, da balik kerja tu semua rasa letih yg terkumpul kat kilang mula dirasai. Kiranya bila masuk bilik nampak tilam tu memang terus tergoda la. Miranda Kerr pun x dapat goda aku macam tu kot. Eh, tipu. Miranda memang lebih menggoda. hehe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rutin harian selepas kerja; kalo x tido aku surf internet. Bukak facebook ke, ape ke. Kadang2 video call ngan Yanakusayang. ngehehe... Ye la, da jauh ni kena la cari cara nak berhubung. Thank God for Skype. huhu... Lepas Maghrib tu terus keluar g dinner. Balik dinner tu mengadap la laptop sampai mata jd berat. Nak tengok TV, x beli ag. huu~~~ Mujurlah da pasang Streamyx awal2. Kadang2 tu nak main gitar pun x larat. Sampai aku rasa gitar aku tu da merajuk sebab da lama x kena peluk ngan aku. kekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila berjumpa dgn saudara mara ataupun kawan2, semua tanya soalan yg sama; &lt;i&gt;"Cane keje? Best?" &lt;/i&gt;Bagi aku, susah sikit nak jawab soalan tu. Kerja memang best sebab dapat gaji. Tapi kalau nak cakap pasal suasana kerja, memang aku cakap x berapa seronok la. Salah satu sebabnya ialah kebanyakan pekerja kat situ semua jauh lebih tua dari aku. banyak yg baya2 ayah aku n pakcik2 aku. So memang xde geng sangat la kat kilang. Yang baya2 aku ade tapi entah la; kitorang x berkongsi minat yg sama. Mentaliti pun da berbeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastu gadis2 pun xde. Bukan nak menggatal ke apa. Tapi kalo badan da letih tu nak gak tengok benda2 yg boleh menaikkan semangat kan? Tapi kat kilang tu, perempuan semua da boleh jadi mak mertua aku tau. haha... Tapi mujurlah aku ni ramai mak saudara so xde la masalah sangat nak borak2 ngan akak2 tu. Nak dijadikan cerita, baru2 ni ade la 2 orang budak praktikal yg baru masuk. Dua2 tu perempuan. Rupa paras biasa2 je. Tapi sebab tu je bunga yg ada, tiap2 hari tengok muka tu je sampai makin hari makin cantik jadinya. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejujurnya, aku x la enjoy sgt duk sini. Member2 yg dulu pun da ada life masing2 n geng2 baru kat sini. So aku xnak la menyelit. Lagipun terus terang aku cakap, aku x reti sangan berkawan dengan lelaki. Sebab tu kawan aku ramai perempuan. Mungkin sebab dalam family aku sendiri pun perempuan lagi ramai. Takpe, abaikan dulu part tu. Aku lebih seronok masa aku praktikal di Kemaman dulu. Sangat relax. Memang la praktikal ngan kerja x sama kan tapi yg buat aku relax kat sana ialah persekitaran aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalo kat sini, persekitarannya ialah kawasan perindustrian yg sangat besar. Kalau yg duk Kuantan tu rasa Gebeng dah besar, Pasir Gudang ni 3 kali lagi besar dari Gebeng kot. Kalo kawasan da besar, manusia mesti la ramai. Kalo da ramai, mesti la sesak. So sebab sesak tu la yg wat kepala aku jadi senak. Kalau kat Kemaman tu memang tenang je.&amp;nbsp;House mates pun ramai n sempoi. Kat sini Farid sorang je la peneman aku. huhu... Orang kat sana pun jauh lebih mesra daripada orang kat sini. Kesimpulannya, aku memang lebih sukakan area Pantai Timur. Cuma rezeki je xde kat sana. Tapi xtau la. Mungkin 2 3 tahun lagi rezeki aku ada kat sana?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5103381577325572094?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5103381577325572094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5103381577325572094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5103381577325572094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5103381577325572094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/05/bila-dah-kerja.html' title='BILA DAH KERJA'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3296978499149200076</id><published>2010-03-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:04:31.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>SAYA PEKERJA NOMBOR 1383</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK so ari ni merupakan hari pertama aku bergelar pekerja. Jadi mari mengikuti perjalanan hari aku hari ni. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hari ni bangun awal gile. Kul 6.30 ag da bangun. Kalo kat umah dlu tu ^.30 baru nak tido kot. haha... tu sume kerana nak bertolak awal sbb takut stuck dlm traffic jam. Bajet2 nak gerak kul 7 la. Tapi kul 7.30 gak baru gerak. Mujur la jln x jam sgt pagi td. Kul 8.15 da sampai kilang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hari ni x start keje ag. Dorang just kenalkan aku pada departments yg ada kat dlm company. Esok pun aktiviti yg sama. Rabu nanti la kot baru start keje betul2. Ari ni gak dorang bg aku PPE n uniform keje. T-shirt long sleeve dark blue 2 helai. Da la long sleeve, kaler gelap lak tu. Memang lejut la kalo keje kat dlm tu. No pekerja pun dpt gak ari ni. 1383.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wat medical check-up skali kat klinik panel company. Kena kencing dlm botol la plak. Sungguh x best kena wat gitu. Da la tu, botol plastik yg dia bagi tu lutsinar kan. Abis sume org yg tgh tunggu turn tengok urine aku. hampehhh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;After medical check-up, org HR tu bawak aku g tengok umah yg company da sediakan utk aku. Tengok dari luar memang nampak besar la. Semi-d, 2 tingkat. 4 bilik tidur, 3 bilik air. Tp malangnya umah tu kosong sangat. Yang ada almari yg memang da siap kat dlm bilik tingkat atas. Tapi tu pun macam da terkopak. Pulak tu berdebu gila2 sebab da lama sangat org x duduk situ. Nampaknya memang kena bertungkus lumus wat kerja2 pembersihan la. Sape nak tolong? hoho...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ikut perancangan, sepatutnya ada 4 orang yg report duty ari ni termasuk aku. Tapi bila aku sampai tadi org HR tu cakap 2 orang tu tolak sebab da dapat offer keje kat tempat lain. Yang lagi sorang tu plak x dapat dihubungi. Call x angkat. SMS n e-mail x reply. xkan la aku kena duk sorang2 kat umah beso tu kot? Mati kutu aku dibuatnye. Sape nak jadi housemate aku? hehe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3296978499149200076?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3296978499149200076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3296978499149200076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3296978499149200076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3296978499149200076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/03/saya-pekerja-nombor-1383.html' title='SAYA PEKERJA NOMBOR 1383'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2620828158593215798</id><published>2010-02-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:27:08.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>SUSAH JADI PEREMPUAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/105/295479619_c5584c92e1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/105/295479619_c5584c92e1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semenjak dua menjak ni aku banyak memikirkan tentang lelaki dan perempuan. Kelebihan dan kekurangan setiap jantina. Lepas tu baru la aku sedar yg Tuhan itu Maha Adil sebab Dia jadikan kaun Adam dan Hawa ni dengan kelebihan dan kekurangan masing2. Dalam entry kali ni aku nak nyatakan la beberapa kekurangan apabila bergelar seorang wanita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi aku nak ingatkan di sini. Entry ni bukan usaha aku menjatuhkan martabat kaum Hawa. Sekadar hasil pemerhatian aku je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila jadi perempuan ni, mesti kena belajar wat kerja2 rumah seperti memasak, membasuh kain, mengemas rumah dan sebagainya. Bila x reti masak nanti nak nikah takut x laku plak. Lelaki ni kalo da nikah memang da x minat nak makan kat kedai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sentiasa dianggap lemah oleh kaum lelaki. Walaupun dalam zaman moden sekarang ni pun ada lagi lelaki2 berfikiran kuno yg menganggap tempat perempuan ni di rumah menjaga anak dan sebagainya. Kepada lelaki2 yg berfikiran macam ni; korang wat aku malu nak mengaku aku ni lelaki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susah nak cari kerja terutama sekali bila da nikah. Sebabnya? Bila da nikah nanti mengandung pe sume da xleh keje. Kena amik cuti bersalin lama yg amat. Pastu kalo suami kena tukar kerja, dia kena ikut sekali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kena pandai menjaga diri sendiri. Maksud menjaga diri di sini; kena selalu pastikan diri tu berpenampilan menarik. Ye la, da lelaki suka yg cantik2, nak wat camne lagi kan? Kalo x cantik nanti lambat plak nikah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bercakap pasal nikah lagi. Bila da lambat nikah nanti mula la kena menjawab soalan cepumas makcik2 di kampung halaman. Bila nak kawin? Nak plak masa kaum kerabat tengah berkumpul masa raya atau kenduri. x pasal2 dapat malu sendiri kan? Kalo lelaki kawin lambat xpe. Bley guna alasan nak mengumpul kekayaan dulu. Lagipun lelaki xde expiry date utk mengembangkan zuriat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila da nikah pulak, tanggungjawab makin besar. Nak kena jaga suami dan anak2. Lelaki ni plak, kalo nak tau, perangai pelik sikit bila da ada anak. Mereka macam clingy sikit pada isteri masing2. Mungkin sebab takut isteri tak pedulikan diri dorang kot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bercakap pasal anak2 ni plak, perkara yg paling ditakuti kaum perempuan bila da beranak ialah berat badan naik. Tu memang masalah masyarakat sejagat agaknya. Contohnya akak sedara aku sendiri la. Masa bergelar anak dara tu berat 45kg je. Bila da dapat anak sorang berat naik jd 55kg. Tambah lagi sorang pastu jd 65kg plak. Pulak tu bila da bergelar ibu ni masa utk diri sendiri memang da xde so xde la masa sgt nak exercise ke ape. So dalam hati tu berangan je la nak pakai kebaya zaman muda2 dulu. Si suami pulak tau nak isteri tu cantik je. Tp ade ke tolong ringankan beban isteri tu? Mintak hampooonnnn....~~~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berbalik kepada wanita2 yg masih belum kahwin. Bila orang nampak keluar dgn byk lelaki, mula la dijadikan bahan cerita. Dikatakan playgirl la, sundal la, murahan la, bohsia la. Walaupun pada hakikatnya kadang2 sesetengah mereka tu keluar dgn kawan2 biasa je. Tp kadang2 tu memang ada seperti yg dikatakan pun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanita selalu menjadi mangsa keganasan, penindasan, dan ketidakadilan. Ada dengar cerita isteri dera suami? xde kan? Kalau yg simbah2 cuka tu da story lain plak. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Setakat ni tu je la yg dapat aku kemukakan. Kalo lain kali ada yg lain terlintas dlm kepala aku ni, aku post. Tu pon kalo ada yg nak baca la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2620828158593215798?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2620828158593215798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2620828158593215798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2620828158593215798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2620828158593215798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/02/susah-jadi-perempuan.html' title='SUSAH JADI PEREMPUAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/105/295479619_c5584c92e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2995373523465287796</id><published>2010-02-26T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:56:31.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>SIAPA KATA KECANTIKAN TAK PENTING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-015391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-015391.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miranda Kerr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ingat lagi masa aku hantar Che Mun balik umah dia kat Balok dulu. Tumpang solat Maghrib kat umah dia. Cadang nak stop jap je sbb nak ke MS Garden lak lepas tu. Tapi bila pas solat je mak dia da hidang makanan ngan air. Takkan nak tolak lak kan? So aku pun duduk la menjamu selera.Sambil2 makan tu kitorang borak2 la. Antara topik yg keluar masa tu; housemate si Che Mun ni. Dalam pada borak2 tu aku tanya la; lawa ke housemate dia tu? Then mak dia pun mencelah; "Penting ke lawa tu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa mesti ada antara korang2 ni yg pernah ditanya soalan macam tu. Adakah penting kecantikan itu? Bagi aku, memang penting. Orang kita pun ada cakap; dari mata turun ke hati. So memang x dapat dinafikan la yg kecantikan tu satu aspek yg penting dalam kehidupan manusia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuba fikirkan, kalo korang g beli baju ke ape, korang cari baju yg buruk ke? Tak kan? Mesti korang nak cari yg lawa2 je. Sama jugak kalo beli kereta. Mesti nak beli kereta yg nampak cantik. Kalo g kenduri ke, beraya ke, mesti nak pakai baju cantik2. Even orang yg mempersoalkan kepentingan kecantikan tu pun buat macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi perlu diingat di sini. Kecantikan tu sesuatu yg subjektif. Maknanya, benda yg kita rasa cantik tu x semestinya orang lain pun rasa cantik. Sesetengah orang rasa kalo kulit putih tu cantik. Tapi ada jugak orang yg rasa kulit gelap lagi cantik. &lt;i&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder&lt;/i&gt;. Beholder ye, bukan &lt;i&gt;beer holder&lt;/i&gt;. Kalo beer holder tu da jadi lain plak kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yg menjadi masalah sekarang ialah kecenderungan masyarakat. Sebagai contoh, majoriti kita akan mengatakan Miranda Kerr tu sangatlah cantik amat sangat sungguh. Jadi orang yg kurang cantik dari dia akan berasa kekurangan. And then it leads to low self confidence and insecurity. Mulalah beli produk itu ini, operate sana sini nak bagi diri tu nampak cantik. Come on la, sehodoh-hodoh Amy Winehouse tu pun ada orang nak kat dia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/74/94/nasty_close_up.0.0.0x0.570x600.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/74/94/nasty_close_up.0.0.0x0.570x600.jpeg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makanya kepada sesiapa yg rasa diri sendiri tu x cantik jangan la risau sangat sebab mesti ada someone kat luar tu yg rasa awak tu cantik/kacak. Mungkin belum jumpa je lagi. Kalo sebulat-bulat Enot tu pun bley dapat suami, xkan la korang pun xleh kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebagai kesimpulan aku nak nyatakan sekali lagi; kecantikan itu penting. Siapa yg kata x penting, sila tukar nama anda kepada HIPOKRIT. Tapi jangan la sampai lupa diri dan hilang pertimbangan semata-mata nak mendapat kecantikan. Learn to love yourself first. When u do that, others will do to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2995373523465287796?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2995373523465287796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2995373523465287796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2995373523465287796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2995373523465287796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/02/siapa-kata-kecantikan-tak-penting.html' title='SIAPA KATA KECANTIKAN TAK PENTING?'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-431193076751790497</id><published>2010-01-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:54:49.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>WHAT THEY'RE REALLY SAYING IS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's common for guys to misunderstand what a woman really wants. This is mainly because they tend to beat around the bushes with what they really want. Giving hints and whatnot. And given that sometimes the hints aren't too subtle, most of time men have no idea whatsoever what they meant. In the end what we have is the guy trying to console the sulking lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I found this while surfing through fb just now and I find it quite interesting. Maybe this will help some of the guys out there understanding what their lady meant when they're saying something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/22241_1210283702719_1397528710_3052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/22241_1210283702719_1397528710_3052.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So...any thoughts on this one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-431193076751790497?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/431193076751790497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=431193076751790497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/431193076751790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/431193076751790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-theyre-really-saying-is.html' title='WHAT THEY&apos;RE REALLY SAYING IS...'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6002093965089426861</id><published>2010-01-24T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:27:26.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berangan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>KALO DA XDE KEJE TU WAT JE LA CARA ORANG XDE KEJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila da xde keje ni mula la duk umah kebosanan sorang2. Member pun xde kat sini. Geng ngan Akak je la skg ni. haha... Bila da bosan ni, benda yg paling kerap aku wat online la. Bley kata setiap masa duk atas katil online. Sampai tahap aku bangun dr katil ni pun bley tinggal kesan lekuk bentuk badan aku atas tilam tu. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila da surfing tu macam2 la jumpa kan? So one day aku terserempak ngan kete ni. jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackfto.co.uk/Little%20thumbnails/homepage%20pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.blackfto.co.uk/Little%20thumbnails/homepage%20pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mitsubishi FTO. Macam best la plak aku tengok kete ni. Sampai terlupa lak pd Silvia S15 yg aku idamkan selama ni tu. huhu... Bajet kalo da dapat keje nanti nak angkut la kete ni. Hebat x angan2 beta? wahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada sape2 nak belanja aku kete ni x? x mahal pon. 50k je. ngehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swaqvalley.com/Blueprints/1997_Mitsubishi_FTO_2.0_MIVEC_V6_GPX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://www.swaqvalley.com/Blueprints/1997_Mitsubishi_FTO_2.0_MIVEC_V6_GPX.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Overview&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carphotos.cardomain.com/ride_images/3/2823/221/32055110009_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://carphotos.cardomain.com/ride_images/3/2823/221/32055110009_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cun gak kaler purple ni kan?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6002093965089426861?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6002093965089426861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6002093965089426861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6002093965089426861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6002093965089426861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/01/kalo-da-xde-keje-tu-wat-je-la-cara.html' title='KALO DA XDE KEJE TU WAT JE LA CARA ORANG XDE KEJE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-580661745570394566</id><published>2010-01-09T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:43:49.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>SENYUM TU KAN SEDEKAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_245/1204913897l8Zfdb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_245/1204913897l8Zfdb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entry kali ni bukan nk bercerita tentang kebaikan bersedekah ye kawan2. just nak share satu lagu yg aku cukup suka buat masa ni. Tajuknya Smile dan dinyanyikan oleh Uncle Kracker. Alaaa.... Yang meletoppp ngan lagu Follow Me dulu tu. Ala2 one hit wonder gak la dia ni. Tapi bagi aku lagu nu not bad la. Sangat2 catchy. Kalo dengar je pun bley senyum sorang2 kot. Tu aku la. xtau la korang camne kan? Kalo da hati keras tu memang x dapat nak tolong la. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://r.a.s.f.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://r.a.s.f.aimini.net/play/?fid=fSaR7Smtta45sJO42GPc&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://r.a.s.f.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://r.a.s.f.aimini.net/play/?fid=fSaR7Smtta45sJO42GPc&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Smile"&lt;br /&gt;by Uncle Kracker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're better than the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your life&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than the flip-side of my pillow (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know that it's okay (yea, it's okay)&lt;br /&gt;And the moments when my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You make me smile like a sun, Fall outta bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird, Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record, Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you don't&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along just like a flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, you make me smile)&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smille&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, you make me smile)&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smille&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.playphone.com/content/TrueTone/01/18/77/16_uncle_kracker.smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.playphone.com/content/TrueTone/01/18/77/16_uncle_kracker.smile.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope korang pn tersenyum sama lepas dengar lagu ni. Kalo x senyum, paksa gak mulut tu nak senyum. huhu... x salah pun kalo senyum kan? Awet muda tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-580661745570394566?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/580661745570394566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=580661745570394566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/580661745570394566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/580661745570394566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2010/01/senyum-tu-kan-sedekah.html' title='SENYUM TU KAN SEDEKAH'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8870804825172158770</id><published>2009-12-22T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:49:23.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>SESUATU YANG PERLU DIKATAKAN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13656_1148199596090_1560588379_981506_5084426_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13656_1148199596090_1560588379_981506_5084426_n.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sila tumpukan perhatian kepada kad undangan perkahwinan di atas. Kalo kecik sgt, klik je la pd gambar tu. Nanti akan kuar yg ag besar. x perlu cari nama aku sebab tu bukan kad undangan kahwin aku. huhu... Ini merupakan kad undangan ke perkahwinan Yani. Siapa Yani? hmmm... The 1st person to ever broke my heart (maksudnya, janda aku la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kalo dia da hancurkan hati aku, nape aku nak promote majlis kahwin dia kat sini plak? Sebab, aku da lupakan semua benda antara aku ngan dia. Maksud aku benda2 buruk la. Masa untuk aku teruskan hidup aku. Kalo terus marah pn x elok gak. Mengundang penyakit darah tinggi dan juga pertumbuhan uban di peringkat awal. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi kepada Siti Noredyani, awk jangan la nak marah ek ngan entry ni. Sy bukan nak mengutuk awk. Sy harap awk ngan dia akan berbahagia selamanya. Semoga jodoh korang berpanjangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: xyah la nak doakan sy cepat jumpa jodoh sy. x sedia ag nak kahwin. hehe....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8870804825172158770?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8870804825172158770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8870804825172158770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8870804825172158770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8870804825172158770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/12/sesuatu-yang-perlu-dikatakan.html' title='SESUATU YANG PERLU DIKATAKAN...'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3924942836144776776</id><published>2009-12-22T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:39:33.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>5 STAGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As humans, we were taught that all good things will come to an end. Whether we like it or not, nothing lasts forever. We can only hope that it is but truth be told, we may only prolong it. And being a human, I too have had my shares with some endings. One that gave me the biggest impact was the breakup. Yeah, you guys must have known about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we face such ending, what do we actually feel? Is it sadness? It's a feeling that resembles sadness but actually, it's called grief. And when dealing with grief, there are five stages that one will go through as demonstrated in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%BCbler-Ross_model"&gt;Kübler-Ross model&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 1st stage is called &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;denial&lt;/span&gt;. When facing something unexpected and unwanted, we will try as hard as we can to convince myself that it's not really happening to us or the person we love. We find ourselves saying &lt;i&gt;"There's no way it's happening"&lt;/i&gt; a lot of times. But it's only temporary because later it will be replaced with awareness and we'll have a grasp of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next stage is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;. This happens when we realize what the real situation is. We realize that it's really happening to us. We get mad. We say that it's not fair that it's happening to us. We question why it's happening to us. We also find someone to blame for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we find ourselves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bargaining&lt;/span&gt; through the ordeal. We hope that it stops happening to us. We try to put hopes on the greater power above. Saying that we'd do anything as long as this ordeal stops happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after learning that there's nothing we can do about it, we get into the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; stage. We find ourselves skulking most of the time. Crying about things. Thinking about what ifs and what we should have done. Note to self; if you see someone in this stage, don't try to cheer them up. You'll only make things worst. Trust me. This stage usually is the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after all that we come to the final stage which is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt;. This is the final stage. We accept the things that happened to us and decide to move on. Keeping in my mind that it's all a challenge that will make us grow stronger and shaping us into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thinking back, I got over all these stages just recently. The day that I wrote &lt;a href="http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/11/cencomey.html"&gt;CENCOMEY&lt;/a&gt; here. I decided to let go of the things in the past and just go on with my life. After all, life is just too short to waste on grieving and being mad at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also find it impossible to forget about someone who has been in my life for a part of it. I tried thinking of all the bad things that she did to me and how she used my trust. But in the end all I could think of are all the great memories that we shared. Then I realized, in order to move on with my life, I have to accept everything that has happened and treasure it since it's a part of my life and it's impossible to get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3924942836144776776?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3924942836144776776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3924942836144776776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3924942836144776776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3924942836144776776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-stages.html' title='5 STAGES'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7412141570819913482</id><published>2009-12-09T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:26:47.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>PENGENALAN KEPADA WANITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baiklah adik2 semua. Kali ni abang nak ajar korang serba sedikit tentang benda2 yg korang perlu tahu pasal wanita/gadis/perempuan. Bila da ada ilmu pasal wanita, baru la korang semua x pening kepala melayan karenah dorang nanti sebab sebagai mana yg diketahui umum, lelaki memang x reti nak handle kaum hawa ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalo dalam chemistry, kalau nak handle certain chemicals tu, kita kena baca MSDS dulu. MSDS tu singkatan untuk Material Safety Data Sheet. MSDS ni mengandungi maklumat tentang sesuatu chemical/substance yg berkaitan dengan keselamatan. Bila da baca MSDS tu baru la kita tau cara yg terbaik utk handle chemical tu kan? So nanti xde la kes orang yg melecur kulit ke apa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Persoalan di sini, adakah wujud MSDS utk wanita? Jawapannya ada. Sila baca dan fahami sebaik mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sx-ijtpYaFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_Qf5mILdL90/s1600-h/13636_1276975289707_1389733325_788421_800241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sx-ijtpYaFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_Qf5mILdL90/s640/13636_1276975289707_1389733325_788421_800241_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Da abis baca? Ada apa2 soalan lanjut? Jika ada sila kemukakan di ruangan comments yg telah disediakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;ngehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7412141570819913482?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7412141570819913482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7412141570819913482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7412141570819913482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7412141570819913482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/12/pengenalan-kepada-wanita.html' title='PENGENALAN KEPADA WANITA'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sx-ijtpYaFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_Qf5mILdL90/s72-c/13636_1276975289707_1389733325_788421_800241_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4243741171674584948</id><published>2009-12-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:58:05.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POJAAN HATIKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suatu masa dahulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xde la dulu sangat pon. Dalam 2-3 minggu lepas je la. Aku de tunjuk gambar 2 org gadis kt sorang kwn aku yg juga seorang gadis. Aku tanya la dia, mana satu yg ag sesuai dengan aku. Saje je la kan nk mintak pendapat orang lain. Padahal dlm ati x siyes mana pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then dia cakap kat aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lain plak taste ko kali ni."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aku pun pelik la gak kan. Aku ada taste yg specific ke? Aku rasa sume gadis yg penah de hubungan ngan aku xde persamaan sangat pon antara mereka (&lt;i&gt;apsal ayat aku pelik?&lt;/i&gt;). So utk kepastian, aku tanya la sahabat aku tu, pe yg dia rasa taste aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bukan ke ko suka awek yg skema2?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keanehan melanda diriku sekali lagi.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Ade ke gf aku sebelum ni yg skema? Macam xde je. Kalo aku skema tu memang xleh nak disangkal la kan? Gelak besar aku baca jawapan sahabat aku yg sorang tu. Maka utk menjernihkan kekeruhan yg menyelubungi, aku pun cakap la camni;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Taste aku gadis2 yg ag tua dr aku tp nampak ag muda dr aku la.ngehehe..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jadi kepada anda yg ada mengenali gadis2 yg memiliki ciri idaman tersebut, sila khabarkan kepada beta dgn kadar yg segera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Kalo dia ada gigi arnab yg comel ag aku suka. Preferably yg macam Yvonne Strahovski tu. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4243741171674584948?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4243741171674584948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4243741171674584948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4243741171674584948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4243741171674584948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/12/pojaan-hatiku.html' title='POJAAN HATIKU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3930642539208179433</id><published>2009-11-24T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:09:03.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>CENCOMEY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss u as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss having a friend like u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I've done things that I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I'm just human and humans make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even though u said things are over between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But there never was a second that I thought that our friendship is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still read that blue blog of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still look at yer fb from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sounds like a stalker rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yeah, I still wonder how u're doing over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seems like I still care for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes it drives me crazy knowing that u're down and I can't be there for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know u never ask for that but it comes naturally for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe that's the way I'm built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not sad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can accept the fact that we're not meant to be more than friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a good run and I'll always cherish that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At least that's what I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dunno about u though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At times I kinda wish that we can start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi, I'm Mrul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can we be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3930642539208179433?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3930642539208179433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3930642539208179433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3930642539208179433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3930642539208179433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/11/cencomey.html' title='CENCOMEY...'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4503861902280241168</id><published>2009-11-24T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:49:22.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>THE JOURNEY SO FAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Setelah 1 bln x menulis, aku rasa macam nak sambung menulis lak ari ni. x elok biar blog biru ni bersawang. Kecik ati dia nanti. huhu...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bila aku fikir2 balik, da dekat 2 bln aku grad. 4 taun blaja, akhirnya aku dapat gak degree aku. Biarpun 2nd class lower je, aku agak berpuas ati. Sebab aku dapat degree tu atas usaha aku sendiri. Dan aku agak bangga dengan pointer sem last aku. Yg paling tinggi sepanjang 8 sem aku kat UMP. Dan paling membanggakan sebab sem last tu memang mencabar bagi aku. Bukan sebab subjek susah, tp sebab2 peribadi yg kalo korang follow blog aku dr dulu, korang tau la kenapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aku cuba lupakan episod duka tu (ayat xbley blah). Tp aku sedar yg aku xkan berjaya. So apa yg aku wat? Aku terima apa yg da terjadi tu seadanya. It's part of my life that makes me grow up and hopefully into a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingat lagi x masa sekolah dulu semua org fikir bila da dpt degree, terus ley keje n kumpul duit sendiri? Some of my friends have the luxury of jumping straight into the working world right after receiving their degree. Good for them. Congratulations from me. But not for me. I'm still job hunting and tbh, it sucks. There's no positive reply so far. Well I hope I can get it soon before I get comfy with my life atm. And that life includes sleep, eat, surfing the net, and doing nothing. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aidiladha is just a few days away. And I still can't forget last year's Aidiladha. I brought her home for the last time. And the day after that we broke up. It was against my will but there's nothing I can do. But I guess it was for the best. She's getting married soon and I wish her the best. It's the right thing to do. I still haven't find the person that can fill the void but I know that person will come soon. All I can do now is preparing myself for her. Hoping to give my best for her when the time comes. And it starts with getting a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not like I didn't try to find that someone. I found 1, maybe 2. Things went well at the start but I guess when it's not meant to be, it won't happen. Was I heartbroken? Definitely. But only the first cut is the deepest. The subsequent ones are pretty shallow and heal pretty quick. Well, maybe I'm better off single atm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what's next for me? Get a job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wish me luck people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4503861902280241168?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4503861902280241168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4503861902280241168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4503861902280241168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4503861902280241168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-so-far.html' title='THE JOURNEY SO FAR'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4068893384775433349</id><published>2009-10-23T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:56:55.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tajuk entry kali ini aku amik dr tajuk lagu The Beatles; &lt;i&gt;With a Little Help from my Friends y&lt;/i&gt;g dipetik dr album&lt;i&gt; Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band &lt;/i&gt;keluaran tahun 1967 yg ditulis dan dinyanyikan oleh Ringo Starr. Ape? Ringo Starr tu sape? Alaaaa.... Ringo tu drummer Beatles la. haiiisshhh....Aku 1st time dgr lagu ni masa tengok movie &lt;i&gt;Across the Universe &lt;/i&gt;dan pada aku, lirik lagu ni memang straight forward dgn irama yg sangat catchy. Kalo tengah down memang sgt sesuai dengar lagu ni. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwondr.com/files/pictures/sgt-pepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://www.iwondr.com/files/pictures/sgt-pepper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cover album&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/i&gt; yg memuatkan lagu ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culch.ie/images/RingoStarr001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.culch.ie/images/RingoStarr001.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ringo Starr. Idup ag dia ni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/36237215/41ef426e" width="420" height="19" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With a Little Help from My Friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little help from my friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What would you think if I sang out of tune,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get &lt;strike&gt;high&lt;/strike&gt; with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Going to try with a little help from my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do I do when my love is away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Does it worry you to be alone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do I feel by the end of the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Are you sad because you're on your own)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get &lt;strike&gt;high&lt;/strike&gt; with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Going to try with a little help from my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you need anybody,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need somebody to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could it be anybody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you believe in a love at first sight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you see when you turn out the light,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get &lt;strike&gt;high&lt;/strike&gt; with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Going to try with a little help from my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you need anybody,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just need somebody to love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could it be anybody,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With a little help from my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam? Best ke x? Lantak la. Kalo korang kata x best pn aku tetap rasa lagu ni best. haha... Lagu ni aku dedicate utk sume kawan2 aku yg byk tolong aku ms susah senang. Korang tau sape korang sume. Kalo nk sebut sorang2 banyak sgt plak. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4068893384775433349?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4068893384775433349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4068893384775433349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4068893384775433349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4068893384775433349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5993863724203359478</id><published>2009-10-20T05:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:49:57.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>FACELIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://renegadeconservatoryguy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/facelift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://renegadeconservatoryguy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/facelift.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Facelift yg dimaksudkan di sini bukanlah sejenis pembedahan plastik yg dilakukan oleh org tua yg muka da berkedut tu tapi perubahan rupa yg aku buat pada blog biru aku ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duk umah memang bosan. Nak plak kalo duk umah jadi pekebun anggur yg berjaya lagi bergaya. haha... Bila da bosan tu memang semua rasa x kena. xtau la camne bley jadi gitu kan. Dalam banyak2 benda yg x kena tu, blog aku ni termasuk dalam list tu. Arakian terjadilah facelift yg baru ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa? Macam pernah tengok layout blog aku ni? hmmm.... Itu kerana aku amik layout blog so &lt;a href="http://fantasticbizarre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jojet&lt;/a&gt;. haha... Setelah puas aku godek2 HTML code layout yg asal tu, terhasillah layout yg korang nampak sekarang. Tukar2 warna sket. Tukar2 gambar sket. Main cuba2 jaya je. x penah pun blaja edit HTML ngan mana2 cikgu. Nampak sangat aku masih genius. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yg ni belum finalize lagi. Aku rasa masih ada benda yg x kena. Nak kena tweak lagi sikit. Kalo de komen bley la tulis kat ruang yg disediakan. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5993863724203359478?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5993863724203359478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5993863724203359478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5993863724203359478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5993863724203359478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/10/facelift.html' title='FACELIFT'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-9077684421400557094</id><published>2009-10-19T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:24:57.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>FILLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SttXGfS5jCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYiNQbMo6CQ/s1600-h/tetrion_purpose_filler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SttXGfS5jCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYiNQbMo6CQ/s320/tetrion_purpose_filler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394000747697900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blog biru ni buat ke sekian kalinya telah diabaikan oleh pemiliknya yg kacak bergaya &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(suda masuk itu bakul, lu kasi angkat sindri)&lt;/span&gt; disebabkan beliau xde ilham nak menulis ataupun menaip mahupun menyuarakan rasa hati beliau? Mengapa? Mungkin kerana emosi beliau x berapa stabil sejak kebelakangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adat hidup manusia. Ada masa di atas, ada masa di bawah. Beberapa dugaan yg melanda hidup beliau telah mengakibatkan beliau bertukar drpd seorang yg normal kpd seorang yg kebuntuan dan keserabutan &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(keserabutan? abaikan saja kesilapan tatabahasa yg ada)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dugaan Tuhan datang kepada setiap hamba-Nya, x mengira darjat keturunan. Namun apabila dugaan datang bertimpa-timpa, ia akan membuat seseorang itu berfikir mengapa dia diuji sebegitu rupa. Ia mula mempersoalkan mengapa orang lain x menerima dugaan yg sama. Apakah salah yg telah dilakukan sehingga ditimpa dugaan tersebut? Meskipun dia telah menempuh dugaan yg hebat sebelum ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"When I don't get something that I really want, people say that God will give me a better one. The question here is when?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu persoalan yg berlegar di minda beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Don't question His way of doing things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu kata kawan baik beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah niat beliau untuk mempersoalkan takdir Yg Maha Esa, jauh sekali x menghargai anugerah-Nya tetapi sebagai seorang hamba beliau hanya mampu bertanya dan menunggu jawapan. Dan beliau pasti jawapan itu x akan diberikan dlm bentuk kertas ujian yg dihantar oleh murid2 sekolah kepada guru mereka mahupun skema jawapan yg telah disediakan oleh guru mereka itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg dicari x muncul lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg ditunggu x tiba dari dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 beliau bosan. Kadang2 beliau hampa dan kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada hikmah di sebalik setiap kejadian tetapi hikmah itu begitu sukar untuk dicari, biarpun dgn mata kasar dan mata hati. Mungkin hanya akal dan fikiran yang mampu menilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Jangan asyik pandang ke bawah. xde apa pun kat atas lantai tu yg bley tolong ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata beliau kepada kawan baik yg &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt; suatu ketika dulu. Beliau gembira kerana kata2 yg dipetik dari sebuah komik itu mampu menaikkan kembali semangat sang kawan baik. Beliau berharap kata2 itu juga dapat memulihkan semangat sendiri yg sedang x stabil sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/hoomgla5/time-warp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 228px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/hoomgla5/time-warp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa, cepatlah berputar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-9077684421400557094?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/9077684421400557094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=9077684421400557094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9077684421400557094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9077684421400557094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler.html' title='FILLER'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SttXGfS5jCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYiNQbMo6CQ/s72-c/tetrion_purpose_filler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4393818205483960413</id><published>2009-10-11T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:51:16.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>LIVE LIKE YOU'RE DYING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da lama aku x update blog aku ni. Bukan xde masa. masa memang berlambak skg ni just mood n idea je xde nak tulis apa. Aku memang nak tulis pasal konvo aku 3/10 ari tu tapi nanti la dulu. Mood xde sangat ag skg ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry kali ni aku just nak share 1 lagu ni. Tajuk dia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live Like You're Dying&lt;/span&gt; yg dinyanyikan oleh Lenka. Ari tu lepas dengar lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Show&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trouble is a Friend&lt;/span&gt;, aku rasa macam best la plak lagu2 Lenka ni. Then aku download la 1 album dia. Download je la sebab malas nak g beli kat kedai. huhu... Aku suka lagu ni sebab melodi dia memang best n lirik dia pun ala2 menaikkan semangat gtewww...haha...saje gedik jap. So layan la dulu lagu ni. Kalo rajin nanti aku wat la entry pasal konvo aku tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s.f.b.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.f.b.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=Gbfsk0FEtFAXZpgnGE2N&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s.f.b.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.f.b.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=Gbfsk0FEtFAXZpgnGE2N&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Live Like You're Dying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days you'll be&lt;br /&gt;under the covers, you'll be&lt;br /&gt;under the table and you'll realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all of your days are numbered;&lt;br /&gt;all of them one to one hundred.&lt;br /&gt;All of them millions.&lt;br /&gt;All of them trillions.&lt;br /&gt;So what are you gonna do with them all?&lt;br /&gt;You can not trade them in for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Take every moment; you know that you own them.&lt;br /&gt;It's all you can do, use what's been given to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to&lt;br /&gt;fight the feeling&lt;br /&gt;that there's nothing here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cause none of its easy,&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to me.&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do with my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ill take every moment, I know that I own them.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to you to do whatever you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live like you're dying and never stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's all you can do, use what's been given to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the moments you didn't notice;&lt;br /&gt;gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;And all of the feelings you couldn't feel&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take every moment; you know that you own them.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to you,&lt;br /&gt;to do whatever you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live like you're dying and never stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's all you can do, use what's been given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live like you're dying and never stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to you, use what's been given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4393818205483960413?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4393818205483960413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4393818205483960413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4393818205483960413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4393818205483960413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-like-youre-dying.html' title='LIVE LIKE YOU&apos;RE DYING'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3878675885142955915</id><published>2009-09-29T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:35:17.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>SESI BERCAKAP DENGAN SAPE AKU PUN XTAU</title><content type='html'>So aku baru jumpa satu &lt;a href="http://www.cleverbot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; ni. Kat site tu konon2 ada satu bot yg akan berborak ngan korang. Aku rasa macam menarik so aku try la borak ngan bot ni. Aku x reti la nak cakap apa. Korang baca je la dialog aku ngan bot tu. Bagi aku, dialog aku ngan bot tu agak menarik. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot tu dia, user tu aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Nacchi is hotter than Ai-chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Who's Chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: That Chinese guy next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Well I'm a girl too so would I want to notice you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot (To myself): That would depend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I don't think you are. Are you a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Of course I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Oh, that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: You are annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: You ask too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Yes you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Then don't go, just stay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: If you insist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What food do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I though you wanted to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: No, that was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You wanted to give me a nickname too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: When did I say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You don't have to I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: And how is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I was able to confuse you 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I'm more puzzled rather than confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: For what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Uh Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: It's like talking to a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Actually, it's more like talking to a madman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: You're starting to freak me out dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You me are starting to annoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Ditto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Have you thought about seeing a psychiatrist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I am seeing one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What is OZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Short for Australia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Why is that city your favourite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: That's a country, not a city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I thought it was a stretch of open countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: No. It's a big island and also a continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You're weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: And you don't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Can we be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: That depends. Are you hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: To be or not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Suit yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Who has been your favorite person to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: That was rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Just being honest here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I didn't say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Okay, if you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: To sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Because I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Oh! That's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Go to sleep then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Okay. Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Peace out girl scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I'm a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: See I was just talking to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Whatever. Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Someone just called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: So, go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;User: Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pening pun ye gak bercakap ngan bendalah ni. Korang try la sendiri ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaa~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3878675885142955915?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3878675885142955915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3878675885142955915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3878675885142955915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3878675885142955915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/09/sesi-bercakap-dengan-sape-aku-pun-xtau.html' title='SESI BERCAKAP DENGAN SAPE AKU PUN XTAU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8681345893270762726</id><published>2009-09-07T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:37:18.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berangan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>EDISI MARI BERANGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sume org ada angan2. Bila time xde keje tu mula la masing2 nak berangan. Betul x? Jgn nak tipu la. Aku tau sangat perangai korg sume tu. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pun slalu berangan pe. Nak plak sal benda2 yg aku nk beli kalo aku de byk duit. Pathetic. Aku tau tp lantak la. Tu motivasi aku utk keje kuat2 cari duit banyak2. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi mari kita menghayati angan2 aku. ngehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motor idamanku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walaupun aku xde lesen motor (ye, btul aku xde) aku tetap nak memiliki sebijik motor. Korang tau pe motor idaman aku? Bkn Harley, bkn superbikes. Idaman hatiku ialah sebuah Vespa!!! Aku suka tengok Vespa. Aku rasa sape yg design motor tu mmg genius sebab design yg dia wat tu dpt diterima sampai sekarang. Aku xnk Vespa yg lama tu. Aku nak yg baru sbb nampak lbey sporty. Macam yg dlm pic bawah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPhEc6OMGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-dsi3Jd6n_Y/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPhEc6OMGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-dsi3Jd6n_Y/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378389846606622818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kereta idamanku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam motor, kereta pn aku nak yg ala2 classic. Aku nak sgt ada sebiji Mini Cooper. Bukan yg baru tu, yg lama. Aku lg suka design lama. Xtau la nape. Yg baru ni nampak sporty sgt la. Da x nampak classic sgt da. Aku nak yg macam kat bawah ni. Lagipun aku badan kecik je so sesuai la kereta ni ngan aku. Sama2 comel gtewww.... ekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theblogpound.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/austin-mini-cooper-sport-red-f-lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 311px;" src="http://theblogpound.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/austin-mini-cooper-sport-red-f-lr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu aku nak Nissan Silvia S15 lak. Nape ek aku suka kete ni? Aku pn x reti nak cakap cane. Aku suka tengok design dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.gtroc.com/dino/nw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 288px;" src="http://blog.gtroc.com/dino/nw1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gitar &amp;amp; Bass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada antara korang tau yg aku memang minat main gitar n kadang2 tu bass. Walaupun begitu, aku xde sebijik pun gitar elektrik mahupun bass. Yg aku ada gotar acoustic je. Yg 2 tu aku nak beli tp xde duit. Kat bawah ni model2 gitar yg aku nak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPnZYRAqjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1SolGVbNnlM/s1600-h/guitars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPnZYRAqjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1SolGVbNnlM/s320/guitars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378396803207047730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Fender Telecaster, Gibson Les Paul, Gibson Dot, Gibson Lucille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bass lak yg ni. Not the exact color but model tu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPxL0OqonI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mqUHQ4IbhlA/s1600-h/bass1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPxL0OqonI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mqUHQ4IbhlA/s320/bass1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378407565311517298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R: Mike Dirnt P-Bass, Pete Wentz P-Bass, P-Bass, Jazz Bass, Stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm..... Tu je la kot wat masa ni. Nanti ada yg terlintas masa berangan lain kali aku letak lg kat sini. ngehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8681345893270762726?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8681345893270762726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8681345893270762726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8681345893270762726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8681345893270762726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/09/edisi-mari-berangan.html' title='EDISI MARI BERANGAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SqPhEc6OMGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-dsi3Jd6n_Y/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1415863835077337377</id><published>2009-09-03T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:43:42.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>ANAK SAPE LA YG KENCING MERATA NI???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJkz_rleojw/SppMEtt-zfI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-WLvgeJDM2E/s400/tag-kencing012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJkz_rleojw/SppMEtt-zfI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-WLvgeJDM2E/s400/tag-kencing012%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://azfadora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cik Ainul Aidura&lt;/a&gt; buat kesekian kalinya dgn murah hati telah menganugerahkan saya dgn anugerah kencing ini. Mekaseh banyak2. Kenapa anugerah kencing? Kalo kucing tu xpe la gak kan? Jgn tanya sebab aku pun x tau. Setiap penerima anugerah harus melakukan beberapa tanggungjawab jadi ayuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.Copy award ini utk diletakkn dlm blog anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bereh dohhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. Nyatakan 6 fakta menarik ttg pemberi award ni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dura, are u even interesting? wahaha....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knew her from blog hopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend of my cousin Jojet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Works in banking/commerce I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a relationship for 7 years (?) I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Names her black Myvi Bambi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has acute shoe fetish. hahaha....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Setiap blogger mesti mnyatakan 9 fakta/hobi diri sendiri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Malas nye la aku nak wat benda ni lagi. Dura, this is a new type of torture y'know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku kebosanan ketika membuat entry ini.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku da malas nk wat praktikal kat company ni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku tgh cari keje. Sape2 yg tau mana2 ada keje kosong tu roger la aku eh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku x penah tinggal pose. Ini serious. lalala...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aku masih single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku rasa cam da x best duk Kemaman ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku kuat makan tp badan aku x naik2 gak so sila jeles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku da nak grad bln 10 ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku bosan dgn rutin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Pilih 10 org penerima award kencing ni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amiera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azzatul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yopiscky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayap Azmi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kamal Hasan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zamri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pujah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa Rina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian sudah menjalankan tanggungjawab. Aku nk tido jap sementara waktu break masih ada. Sape2 yg jd penerima anugerah tu diminta menjalankan tanggungjawab masing2 eh. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1415863835077337377?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1415863835077337377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1415863835077337377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1415863835077337377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1415863835077337377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/09/anak-sape-la-yg-kencing-merata-ni.html' title='ANAK SAPE LA YG KENCING MERATA NI???'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJkz_rleojw/SppMEtt-zfI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-WLvgeJDM2E/s72-c/tag-kencing012%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3550048613375846115</id><published>2009-09-01T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:16:43.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>AKAK OH AKAK…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adik bongsu saya seorg perempuan. Nama dia Ainaa Syafiqah. Masa dia kecik2 kitorg sume panggil dia Aina ataupun Ikah namun setelah beliau mempunyai seorg adik sedara, beliau menggelarkan diri beliau AKAK. Panggil dia dgn nama lain dia xnk jawab. Nak kena panggil guna nama Akak gak. Kekwat gle kan? Huhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akak mmg pandai bercakap. Pandai ke? More to banyak cakap kot. Mungkin itu semua gara2 supplement minda yg diberikan oleh mak. Pe nama ntah aku pn x ingat. Lpas mkn bendalah tu, Akak ni makin byk cakap. Mulut xleh nk diam langsung. Bertanya pn banyak. "Homeh" bak kata org kampung aku. Menjawab ckp org pn kuat gak bdk kecik sorg ni. Kadang2 aku bertambah marah lak kalo aku tegur dia wat salah. Cobaannnn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akak ni mmg sangat2 otai. Sume org kena dgr cakap dia. Anak bongsu la katakan. Iwan selaku abang pn kena dengar cakap dia. Tu la, duk umah kawan ngan Iwan je. Along, Angah, n Uda dia sume duk asrama. Iwan tu pn dia x panggil abang, panggil Iwan je terus. Padahal beza umur 4 taun gak cam aku ngan Mira. Mira bley je panggil aku Along. Huhu… Dia siap pesan kat Iwan ag;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Iwan jangan blaja rajin2 tau. Nanti Iwan masuk asrama Akak xde kawan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang sengal la adik aku yg sorang ni. Aku x bertanggungjawab sbb aku jarang2 ada kat umah masa dia membesar so jgn salahkn aku. Lalala…. Aku rasa aku nk ketengahkan ke"otai"an dan kesengalan beliau la dlm post kali ni. Huhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dalam bilik bersama ngan mak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Akak, tolong picit kaki Ibu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, Akak picit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kuat la sikit Akak. Ibu x rasa pon Akak picit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ibu tengok tangan Akak ni. Pastu Ibu tengok kaki Ibu. Kan tangan Akak kecik je. Dah lenguh dah ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Abah plak masuk bilik.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abah, picit tangan Akak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Aku balik umah dan perasan ada kucing baru kat umah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Akak, pe nama kucing ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Longkang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nama lak nama gitu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sebab jumpa dia kat longkang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada lagi kesengalan dia tp aku x dpt nk ingat la. Tapi tu bukan motif entry kali ini. Motifnya, aku nk wish adik aku Happy 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday je. Huhu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SpzJ9hUup2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvWiy94NnQg/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SpzJ9hUup2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvWiy94NnQg/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376394113928046434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akak bersama Iwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3550048613375846115?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3550048613375846115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3550048613375846115&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3550048613375846115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3550048613375846115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/09/akak-oh-akak.html' title='AKAK OH AKAK…'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SpzJ9hUup2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvWiy94NnQg/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6269694774094897516</id><published>2009-08-30T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:55:44.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE RIGHT JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some Particular order in a closed Room with an Open window.&lt;br /&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone and come back&lt;br /&gt;after 6 hours and then analyze&lt;br /&gt;the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are counting the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounts Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are recounting them..&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auditing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have messed up the&lt;br /&gt;Whole place with the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are arranging the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks in some strange order.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are throwing the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have broken the bricks&lt;br /&gt;Into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say they have tried&lt;br /&gt;Different combinations, yet&lt;br /&gt;Not a brick has&lt;br /&gt;Been moved, put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have already left for&lt;br /&gt;The day.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are staring out of the&lt;br /&gt;Window.&lt;br /&gt;Put them on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strategic Planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;If they are talking to each&lt;br /&gt;Other and not a single brick&lt;br /&gt;Has been&lt;br /&gt;Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate them and put them&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6269694774094897516?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6269694774094897516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6269694774094897516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6269694774094897516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6269694774094897516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-right.html' title='HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE RIGHT JOB'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1040017782574464268</id><published>2009-08-29T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:31:07.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>NEVER SAY NEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nk wat entry baru sbb SR ni da lama terabai dek kerana kesibukan di tempat intern. Tp xde modal la plak. Xkn nak cite sal relationship aku je sokmo kan? Mual gak korg baca nanti. So aku nk share lagu je la kali ni. Selamat mendengar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqw4dBILqUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqw4dBILqUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://e.9.u.e.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.9.u.e.aimini.net/play/?fid=eu9eMznGHQ3BoYUqOEdV&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://e.9.u.e.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.9.u.e.aimini.net/play/?fid=eu9eMznGHQ3BoYUqOEdV&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's some things we don't talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just hold the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashamed and proud of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why we don't know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Younger now than we were before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture you're the queen of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As far as the eye can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under your command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be your guardian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When all is crumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steady your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why we don't know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time, time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Younger now then we were before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're pulling apart and coming together again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're growing apart but we pull it together, pull it together, together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1040017782574464268?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1040017782574464268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1040017782574464268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1040017782574464268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1040017782574464268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-say-never.html' title='NEVER SAY NEVER'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3193565598595893070</id><published>2009-08-17T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:34:01.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>JANGAN TIMBANG2, FIKIR BULAT2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suatu masa dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bos 1 kata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalo ko nak keje sini, ko anta resume kat aku."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun kata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baiklah incek bos. huhu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beberapa minggu kemudian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bos 1 kata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mana resume ko ni? x anta2 pn lg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dalam proses. Sy nak wat resume yg power. Sy draft nanti bos cek sket eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari yg sama, waktu dan lokasi yg berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver Big Boss berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ko nk keje sini baik ko anta resume cepat. Ari tu bos suruh aku g amik resume kat HR. Banyak tu, yg apply pn sume de pengalaman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkata dlm hati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Adussshhhhh.... Da kalo org de experience yg mintak, tipis la harapan aku gini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari semalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadis 1 berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awak kalo nk keje anta resume cepat. Ari tu big boss ckp dia nk start interview cari org da tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkata dlm hati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esok gak aku anta menatang resume tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan tibalah kita ke hari ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exec training berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awk da ckp kat Big Boss ke blum yg awk nk keje sini"? Td dia tanya sy awk lps abis praktikal awk smbg blaja blk ke x. Sy ckp la x. Pastu dia suruh awk msk skali ms interview tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Resume yg sy bg dulu tu bley cari mkn x? Ke kena wat yg baru?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia menjawab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wat yg baru la. Yg lama tu awk nk mintak praktikal ag skali bley la guna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aku berlalu mengambil resume baru yg telah siap print dan kembali menghadap beliau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bley cari mkn x yg baru ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bley2. Nanti nk interview sy inform awk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan2 lepas aku submit resume tu, sorg brader ni menghampiri aku dan bertanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ko btul ke nk keje sini? Ko jgn nyesal nanti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku da letih timbang2 sume possibility. Aku nk fikir bulat2 je skg. Nak, wat. Xnk, xyah wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3193565598595893070?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3193565598595893070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3193565598595893070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3193565598595893070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3193565598595893070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/08/jangan-timbang2-fikir-bulat2.html' title='JANGAN TIMBANG2, FIKIR BULAT2'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8239020674647408337</id><published>2009-08-17T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:10:51.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>NEVER TRUST A FAT WAITRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Korang semua mesti penah dgr ayat "Never trust a skinny cook" kan? Konon2 tukang masak yg kurus tu msk x sedap la, ape la. Skg ni aku nk cite psl waitress yg gemuk lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan cerita, smlm aku ngan 2 girl colleagues aku g la makan kat Telaga Simpul. Tempat tu best gak sbb tepi kuala Sg. Kemaman so de la feel cam mkn kat tepi laut. Tempat tu pun mmg jd tumpuan org yg keje kat Teluk Kalong ni la. Asal g mkn kat sana je, mcm2 jenis jaket yg bley dilihat. Scomie  la, Schlumberger la, Perwaja la. Bagai2 lg la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku sampai sana ngan 2 org gadis tu dlm kul 1.10 la lebey kurang. Cari2 meja, byk yg da penuh. Last2 dpt la 1 meja yg terletak di bhgn ujung. Tp still kat tepi so dpt la tgk pemandangan sambil2 makan. Duk situ dlm 5 minit la baru de akak ni amik order. Akak tu bley dikatakan plus size gak la. Xpe, aku x kisah. Aku x discriminate org berdasarkn saiz badan. Pas siap order, kitorg mintak la dia clear kn meja tu sbb pinggan2 org yg mkn sblm tu ada lg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-20 minit berlalu dan makanan yg diorder gadis2 tu sampai. Air x sampai2 lg. Meja pn x clear lg. Aku pun mintak la akak tu clear meja tu, dia cakap jap lg. Ok, aku da mula ilang sabar tp aku cool lg. Tunggu lg dlm 10 minit pastu, dia anta order aku lak. Meja tu da pnuh ngan pinggan mangkuk pe sume, so xde tmpt nk ltak order aku tu. Aku bajet dia nk la clearkn meja tu tp harammmm!!!!! Dia alih 1 pinggan ke meja sebelah, pastu trus ltak order aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek elehhhh....Bajet aku selera la nk mkn ngan pinggan yg penuh sisa mkn org len de kt dpn mata aku? Bodo ke ape? Aku mintak pendapat gadis2 tu; Agak2 patut x aku mengamuk campak sume pinggan mangkuk tu dlm air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X lama pastu, baru la dia anta air. Buat ke sekian kalinya, aku mintak dia clear meja tu. Jawapan dia sama je; jap lg la. Byk la dia nye jap lg. Kalo aku dpt singgit utk setiap kali dia cakap ayat tu, aku rasa da dpt jd jutawan da kot smlm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku abiskn makanan aku, dan seperti hampeh, sampai abis sebatang rokok aku pun dia x clear ag meja aku tu. Da la muka masam, jln terkedek2, servis lembab lak tu. Rela aku mkn kat kantin je kalo gtu. Biar la mahal ckit pun, asalkn aku mkn dgn selesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story;  Never trust a fat waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Ini entry yg ke-100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8239020674647408337?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8239020674647408337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8239020674647408337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8239020674647408337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8239020674647408337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-trust-fat-waitress.html' title='NEVER TRUST A FAT WAITRESS'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4927756491478131429</id><published>2009-08-02T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:53:22.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>TAG DARI NADIA LAK</title><content type='html'>1)Beside your lips,where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pipi la kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dapat kua ngan Comey ke x ari ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who was the last person / people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staff company tmpt aku intern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not spoiled, just sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;List of songs to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 a.m kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Store, KP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten LUCKY person to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   1. Amiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  2. Azzatul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  3. Yopiscky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  4. Kamal Soya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  5. Nana Waldor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  6. Bulatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  7. Shima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  8. Azzu van der Woodsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  9. Melissa Rina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  10. Comey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ntah. Aku xtau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Male yg homophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunno. Should try and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT at UKM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't really tell. Sedang borak dgn Comey la ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe. X amik tau gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Say something about no. 2.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik aku yg ada tonsil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hohoho...Adegan yg sgt menarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Describe no.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawan since matriks. Medic student at Unimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mereka x mengenali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you like no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ofkos la suka. Kekasih gelapku yg literally gelap. ekeke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How about no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot &amp;amp; cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4927756491478131429?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4927756491478131429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4927756491478131429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4927756491478131429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4927756491478131429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-dari-nadia-lak.html' title='TAG DARI NADIA LAK'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5432461684213326910</id><published>2009-07-30T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:21:01.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>NAMESAKE</title><content type='html'>U asked me once before;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do I fell for u so quick and hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munie mentioned this about me before;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  When I fell for someone, I'll be head over heels. I can even wear the heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. When I fell for someone, I just dive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has something to do with my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul = leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq = loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Syafiq = The loving leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And people say that our name is also a prayer. My relatives have been calling me Syafiq for as long as I can remember. Need I explain more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5432461684213326910?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5432461684213326910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5432461684213326910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5432461684213326910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5432461684213326910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/namesake.html' title='NAMESAKE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-49448486777164239</id><published>2009-07-29T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:41:31.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER STEP INTO BEING A WORKING CLASS CITIZEN</title><content type='html'>Kronologi yg aku rasa menguntungkan aku start dr minggu lepas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fakulti umumkan supervisor dr uni akan datang wat evaluation dr 24-28 Ogos. Da x lama da tu. Lps evaluation bley la start cari keje.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dapat berita yg sv aku kat sini tuka keje ke company lain. Da ada kekosongan da tu. Kalo aku mintak keje mmg cerah la peluang nak dapat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terserempak dgn Hj Md Noor kat KP last weekend. Dia ckp kalo da dpt offer keje walaupun blom abis praktikal, bagi surat offer tu kpd fakulti n fakulti akan setelkan hal tu. Praktikal tu sekadar requirement uni. Employment student lebih penting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HR xde masalah kalo aku nk abiskan praktikal ni lebih awal n trus apply keje kat sini. Memudahkn keje dorg sbb x payah dorg nk penat2 cari calon lain utk isi vacancy tu. Yg penting, mintak restu Big Boss dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 org manager merestui keputusan aku nk mintak keje kat sini. huhu...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, apa yg aku perlu buat skrg ialah pergi menghadap Big Boss. Kalo dia bagi aku green light, aku nk mintak start September ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan aku dpt keje sini ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-49448486777164239?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/49448486777164239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=49448486777164239&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/49448486777164239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/49448486777164239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-step-into-being-working-class.html' title='ANOTHER STEP INTO BEING A WORKING CLASS CITIZEN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1244607175890938532</id><published>2009-07-25T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:19:22.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's getting pretty late now. Was texting Comey just now but I guess she already fell asleep since she's stopped replying. It's OK since she's been through a long day today. Sleep tight dearie. We'll meet again tomorrow. As I sit in this room all by myself, things just keep rushing into my head. It happens a lot to me, especially when I'm about to sleep. I guess that's the reason why it's so hard for me to fall asleep at night. These things that I wanna say goes to whoever it might concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not much of a talker.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a sweet mouth to say things that will make u melt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a nice voice to sing u a love song.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to give speeches that will lift u up when u're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have good looks that will make your friends envy u.&lt;br /&gt;Nor a perfect smile.&lt;br /&gt;Nor a perfect hair.&lt;br /&gt;Especially not a perfect skin.&lt;br /&gt;And don't make me start talking about being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play sports.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even watch sports.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer? Just a bunch of guys running around chasing after a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea? Liverpool? Arsenal?&lt;br /&gt;Just teams with a bunch of Englishmen and some foreigners wearing the same outfit on the field.&lt;br /&gt;Stamford Bridge? Anfield? Highbury?&lt;br /&gt;Names of places I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what people call masculine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have bank accounts full of cash.&lt;br /&gt;I can't buy u expensive stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Or take u on a vacation around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Or pay for an extravagant wedding.&lt;br /&gt;And I especially can't buy u a big house with a garage full of luxurious cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a romantic person.&lt;br /&gt;I can't write u a love song or even a love poem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give flowers because they will wilt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know places to bring u out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do...&lt;br /&gt;Is listen to your problems and help u solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me my shoulder for u to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;Hold u tightly in my arms when u're cold.&lt;br /&gt;Be there for u when u need me.&lt;br /&gt;Always be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;Know when to back down.&lt;br /&gt;Give u your own space.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss u from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;And whisper those 3 words softly into your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1244607175890938532?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1244607175890938532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1244607175890938532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1244607175890938532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1244607175890938532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1922818450942223513</id><published>2009-07-15T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:06:28.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>SEPURNAMA SUDAH BERLALU</title><content type='html'>Ari  ni 15 Julai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar x sedar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sebulan praktikal kat Aldwich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sebulan jadi org Kemaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sebulan jadi orang yg berkerjaya (berkerjaya ke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yg aku dapat dlm masa sebulan ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sendiri pun x pasti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yg aku tau, tiap2 minggu aku menanti kedatangan hari Khamis sebab petang tu terus cabut g Kuantan. huhu... Da memang xde apa nk dibuat pun kalo stay kat sini weekends. G Kuantan ag best. Ade gak member2 kalo nk hangout. De gak wayang kalo nak tengok movie yg baru kuar. De gak Comey. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kat sini aku telah ditempatkn dlm TSD, tempat duduk aku jauh sikit dr dept aku tu. Aku duduk kat dept CRP (Catalyst Recovery Plant/Process). Yg duduk sini ngan aku de 4 org. Semua lelaki, da kawin, da ada anak. Mereka dikenali sbg Eddy, Azrin, dan Abg Rizwan. Sume ag tua dr aku tp yg last tu je aku panggil abg sbb dia yg plg tua. huhu... Tp bila pk2, blk, aku rasa aku ngan Mun je la yg plg muda kat sini. hmmm... Abaikan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Berhenti menulis sebentar sbb Big Boss dtg cari aku. huhu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff kat sini aku rasa OK sgt2. Dorang sume mesra. Just 2-3 kerat je yg aku x berapa berkenan. Kalo aku tanya pun dorang layankan aje. So senang la proses pembelajaran aku kat sini. Aku ni lg mudah faham n ingat kalo aku tanya org n org explain kat aku benda2 tu sume. Sbb attention span aku ni sgt2 la minima so kalo membaca tu mmg payah sgt la nk masuk otak. Staff dept lain pn ada bagi aku cadangan ttg benda2 yg patut aku blaja spjg aku kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keburukan plak. Len kali aku cite. Da kul 6 n aku nk balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1922818450942223513?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1922818450942223513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1922818450942223513&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1922818450942223513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1922818450942223513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/sepurnama-sudah-berlalu.html' title='SEPURNAMA SUDAH BERLALU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5995988471029607148</id><published>2009-07-14T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:25:15.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>MARI BERCAKAP MENGENAI WANITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kali ni aku nk bercakap pasal wanita. Pasal pape je la kot. Agak2 de idea aku terjah je trus idea tu. huhu... Ilham membuat entry ni muncul setelah beberapa kali SMS ngan Comey. Jadi ayuh kita mulakan. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanita mesti sinonim dgn masak memasak. Asal ckp psl masak je, mesti dlm kepala org, pmpuan ni kena pandai masak. Tapi zaman skg ni, x ramai pmpuan yg tau memasak. Bila ditanya bagaimana kehidupan selepas kahwin kalo x pandai masak, dorang akan cakap "Makan luar je dah la." Ade ke patut? Abis tu kalo da ade anak nanti cane? "Bibik ada, bibik je la yg masak." Amboi3... Kalo gtu baik laki ko tu kawin ngan bibik tu je. Bibik tu da mmg konpem nak sbb dpt idup senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu psl amalan bergantung 100% pd bibik ni yg aku nak tegur. Cane la ko nak jalinkan hubungan yg rapat dgn anak2 kalo bibik yg mengasuh anak ko tu? Anak nk makan, bibik yg suaokan. Anak nk g skolah, bibik yg pakaikn baju. Pastu bila anak tu da besar, xnk dgr ckp ko, xnk lekat kat umah, ko salahkan cikgu la, kwn2 dorg la, ape la. Itu la yg jd kalo serahkan urusan mengasuh anak2 pd org lain. Da besar jd degil xnk dgr ckp. Bkn aku ckp x boleh, tp agak2 la ckit kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, balik pd cite masak2 tadi. Org laki ni, kalo da kawin, nk merasa masakan isteri. Bkn ape, sekali sekala nk la rasa bermanja dgn isteri. laki ni kadang2 nampak je ganas dr luar padahal dlm hati kalo bley nk bekepit je ngan isteri. huhu... Kadang org pmpuan ni pelik, nape laki nak sgt isteri yg pandai masak. Mmg la saudari2 oiiii... Masa nak nikah dulu korang mintak2 hantaran sampai puluh2 ribu. Sampai si lelaki kena wat loan kadang2 tu. Sbb kalo x bg pe yg korang mintak, korang merajuk la, x jd kawin la, ape la. Tp sbb syg, diikutkan jugak. Bila da abis duit banyak tu, korang xkn la xleh nk masak utk dorang? Byk lg sbb lain tp tu yg aku nk ketengahkan la. Jgn korang kata laki nak ungkit lak ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe ag aku nak bebel ni ek? Hah!!! Dapat dah. Korang slalu sgt cakap lelaki ni x sensitif, x dpt nk baca fikiran korang. Weeeyyyyy.... Korang ingat sume laki ada power macam Professor X nk baca2 fikiran korang? Kamon la. Suka sgt bagi hint, nak suh laki tu teka pe yg korang nak. Contohnya kalo korang nak mintak lelaki belanja shopping. Mesti akan keluar ayat yg berbunyi seperti  "Cantik kan kasut tu? Kalo I yg pakai u agak2 cantik x?" Ayat tu mmg memerangkap lelaki. Kalo cakap x cantik nanti, takut merajuk plak. Nak x nk, kena la ckp "Ntah la. Pe kata u try dlu." Then ble da try tu pn xleh gak nk ckp x cantik sbb takut merajuk lagi so terpaksa la cakap cantik. Then kalo da cantik tu mesti la nk beli kan? Makanya melayang la duit si lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu kalo terasa ati, mesti nk wat mogok sampai berhari hari lamanya. Pastu bila ditanya kenapa mogok, xnk cakap lak. Sruh fikir sendiri. Apekejadahnya gitu? Da kalo korg xnk ckp, camne la kitorang nak tau pe yg kitorg da wat salah? Cuba la btau pe salah nye, baru la kitorg x wat ag lps tu. Then ble da abis mogok, mesti nk mintak belanja something sebagai denda. aigooo... Membuat aku terfikir, adakah itu salah satu taktik utk mengepow? huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pasal hak sama rata plak. Pmpuan x abis2 nak mintak hak sama rata dgn lelaki. Nak keje pangkat tinggi mcm lelaki, nak gaji byk cam lelaki gak, nak guna kereta besar mcm lelaki gak. tapi bila da dpt jawatan tinggi tu, xnk wat keje lak. Contohnya kalo keje kat plant mcm kat tempat yg aku intern skg ni. Dept aku ni ada 2 org je skg. Lelaki n pmpuan. Tp ble de keje yg memerlukan aktiviti turun plant, yg lelaki tu je yg akan turun. kalo design, lelaki tu je yg design. Ble aku tanya yg lelaki tu nape dia kena wat sume tu dia jawab "Biasala kalo pmpuan msk teknikal dept ni, dorg wat paperwork je." Aku rasa amat2 la aneh benda tu. Korang da ada knowledge n skill yg diperlukan utk wat keje2 tu sume so guna la. Kalo stakat nk wat paperwork, xyah msk uni pn xpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade lagi benda nak cakap tp x abis proses ag dlm otak aku ni. Memandangkan blog aku ni byk pembaca dr kaum hawa, aku nk ckp awal2 la. Benda yg aku ckp ni, sume dr yg aku tempuhi. Aku x ckp semua pmpuan perangai mcm tu. Tp xpe. Aku bkn diktator so korang komen la entry ni puas2. Kot2 aku bley tau perkara yg sebenar. huhu... Tp mintak jaga la budi bicara yek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5995988471029607148?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5995988471029607148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5995988471029607148&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5995988471029607148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5995988471029607148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/mari-bercakap-mengenai-wanita.html' title='MARI BERCAKAP MENGENAI WANITA'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4719639480176711523</id><published>2009-07-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:07:46.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>BUATLAH TAG APABILA SUDAH BOSAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tag ini diamanahkn kepada aku oleh si Jojet yg tgh emo di opis. Amik la ati dia sket wat bendalah ni. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apa perasan sekarang [Mengantuk.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya nak makan [Nasi kukus. Mujur ptg ni de pasar mlm. lalala...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Saya tak suka [Org degil x reti bahasa.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Impian saya [Comey.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Haiwan yg saya tidak suka [Lalat, nyamuk, semut.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saya harapkan [Khamis akan tiba dgn segera.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jika boleh diputarkan masa [Saya putaaarrrrrr!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Saya pada 10 thn akan datang [Ade keje, kete, umah, wife, anak2.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hp saya adalah [Sony Ericsson W660i.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Saya pernah bercinta sebanyak [3 kali kot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Saya suka pada? [Comey.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kawan2 saya [Semua jauh di mata.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pernah dikhianati [Lagi mau tanya ka?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Senaraikan 5 orang untuk di tag [Comey, Bulat, Nana Waldorf, Azzu van der Woodsen, dan kamu yg sedang membaca tp nama x msk senarai. ekeke...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4719639480176711523?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4719639480176711523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4719639480176711523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4719639480176711523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4719639480176711523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/buatlah-tag-apabila-sudah-bosan.html' title='BUATLAH TAG APABILA SUDAH BOSAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4125650020954208336</id><published>2009-07-12T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:10:52.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiwang'/><title type='text'>LET LIFE RUNS ITS COURSE &amp; DESTINY PLAYS ITS PART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sesi bermain SMS beberapa mlm yg lalu... Setelah beberapa SMS diterima dan dibalas, kami tiba di kemuncak sesi yg berlangsung selepas membincangkan entry aku yg bertajuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I fell&lt;/span&gt; tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I fall for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak datok... Soalan direct tros..huhu..jujur,xtau..should or shouldn't..banyak benda kena fikir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kte mmg x reti nk belok2. Main tembak je tros but tbh, I'm already falling for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tbh too, I'm already menyambut jatuhan tersebut. haha... Tapiiiii....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mula senyum sampai ke telinga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tp xnk rush kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, xnk rush... xnk jd cinta lokasi... xnk sedey... xnk menyesal... sume xnk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let life runs its course and destiny plays its part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she doesn't wanna rush things between us, the fact that she's reciprocating my feelings is enough to make me happy that night. And if I might add, all these happened only 3 weeks after we knew each other. For some people, that's just a short period of time for someone to develop feelings towards another person. Well, everybody has their own say regarding this thing. For me, feelings can develop anytime. From the first time u met that someone, or even after years of knowing each other. Imo, it all depends on the chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between us, the chemistry is strong. Very strong. Even both of us are surprised when we realized that. All I can say, this is the happiest time for me after these past 6 months. And all these won't happen if I'm not friends with Cikjah so thanks a bunch Cikjah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4125650020954208336?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4125650020954208336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4125650020954208336&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4125650020954208336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4125650020954208336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-life-runs-its-course-destiny-plays.html' title='LET LIFE RUNS ITS COURSE &amp; DESTINY PLAYS ITS PART'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5374620663100537091</id><published>2009-07-02T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:25:41.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>KETERHARUAN YG MELANDA JIWA YG SUNYI DAN SEPI</title><content type='html'>Buat pertama kalinya setelah aku berblogging selama 2 tahun, aku telah dianugerahi Comey sebuah anugerah yg bernama "Uber Amazing Blog". Mekaceh ah Comey. Nanti kalo kte dpt award lain, kte passing kat awk k? huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkT23ciXwYI/SkjBkeRMr9I/AAAAAAAAACE/dZivIn5lktQ/s320/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkT23ciXwYI/SkjBkeRMr9I/AAAAAAAAACE/dZivIn5lktQ/s320/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copy award di atas untuk diletakkan di blog anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyatakan 5 fakta menarik tentang si pemberi award ini&lt;/span&gt; (part ni yg besh ni. huhu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasuha Badrul Huzaini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seorang kwn yg aku jumpa masa wedding reception kat MS Garden 2 minggu lepas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seorang yg berminat utk menjadi journalist.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ibunya bekerja sebagai pensyarah di UMP.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seorang yg x boleh melihat buih2 yg ada kat teh/milo/nescafe tarik.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sengal ya amat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setiap blogger mestilah menyatakan 10 fakta atau hobi diri sndiri sebelum memilih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aku ni x la pandai sgt bersosial ngan org lain.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aku x pandai menari. Ari tu aku menari, Cikjah n the gang ckp aku menari mcm tunggul kayu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aku kuat berangan. Mungkin tu penyebab utama kenapa rambut aku da beruban.&lt;br /&gt;4. Aku jarang2 demam. Tapi kalo skali demam, mesti trus dapat batuk ngan selsema sekali.&lt;br /&gt;5. Aku suka benda2 klasik. xtau la nape aku bley suka benda2 gitu.&lt;br /&gt;6. Aku mudah tersinggung/sensitif. Tp aku diam je la kalo da jd gitu.&lt;br /&gt;7. Aku x suka dipujuk kalo tgh merajuk. Biar aku cool down sorang2.&lt;br /&gt;8. Aku x ksh kalo kena mkn sorg2 sbb da bese.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color aku sentiasa berubah. Oren la, purple la, kuning la. Skg ni mcm suka biru lak.&lt;br /&gt;10. Aku x minat sukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anda perlu memilih 10 penerima award dan describe tentang mereka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak bolot sorang je award ni bley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5374620663100537091?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5374620663100537091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5374620663100537091&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5374620663100537091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5374620663100537091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/keterharuan-yg-melanda-jiwa-yg-sunyi.html' title='KETERHARUAN YG MELANDA JIWA YG SUNYI DAN SEPI'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkT23ciXwYI/SkjBkeRMr9I/AAAAAAAAACE/dZivIn5lktQ/s72-c/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6463265382348379337</id><published>2009-07-02T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:02:59.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>TAGGED BY DURA THE EXPLORER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okeshhh....Dura is a friend of my cousin's. Found the link to her blog when I was reading my cousin's blog a few months back and I kinda like her writings. I rarely do these tagging things but since I haven't update my blog in a while I thought.....what the hell. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nama timangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Baiklah, mari kita lihat. Saya mempunyai beberapa nama timangan sepanjang hampir 23 tahun saya hidup di bumi Tuhan ini. Kawan2 selalu memanggil saya Mirul. Saudara mara pula memanggil saya Syafiq ataupun Along. Namun ada juga saudara mara saya yg memanggil saya Cupin. Semasa zaman sekolah menengah pula, kawan2 (kawan ke?) memanggil saya Wak iaitu singkatan kepada wakaka yg merujuk kepada tabiat saya yg suka ketawa dgn kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Anda seorang yang...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurus bendul. Saya sangat mudah terpedaya dengan tipu helah orang yg ingin mengenakan saya. Saya terlalu mudah mempercayai. Dalam bahasa yg lebih lembut, saya seorang yg naif. Tidak dilupakan, saya juga kuat berangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Insan yang teristimewa..describekan dia yang terlalu istimewa di mata anda..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Saya baru mengenali dia. Yang saya tahu, dia seorang yg sengal. Tapi harus diingat; dia bukan pengganti Yani. Yani ialah Yani, dia ialah dia. Mana bisa mereka menggantikan tempat masing2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Makanan kesukaan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saya gemar masakan ibu saya. Saya juga menggemari chicken chop dan juga spagheti. Acapkali saya memasak spagheti di rumah. Itu pun jika kewangan mengizinkan. Adakah anda juga ingin mengetahui minuman kegemaran saya? Boleh, tiada masalh. Saya menggemari teh-o ais limau dan juga jus buah buahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. 3 benda mesti ada dalam beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bagaimana harus saya menjawab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; soalan ini memandangkan saya jarang sekali mengusung beg ke hulu dan ke hilir memandangkan saya bukan seorang wanita. Namun, jika dikira benda yg mesti ada di dalam poket seluar saya, saya akan mengatakan yg poket seluar saya diisi dengan dompet, telefon bimbit, serta rokok. Tetapi, jika saya diizinkan menjawab dengan menyatakan isi kandungan beg komputer riba saya, jawapannya ialah komputer riba, tetikus optik, serta cakera keras luaran (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Kali terakhir anda menangis dan kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saya jarang sekali menangis. Namun kali terakhir saya menangis adalah pada penghujung bulan Disember tahun lepas. Kenapa? Kerana saya terlalu marah dan kecewa dengan seseorang yg telah menghina ibu bapa saya. Sesetengah pembaca mungkin mengenali makhluk tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Tag 5 rakan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baiklah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;saya mahu Azzatul Syahira, Amiera Syahida, Nasuha Badrul Huzaini, Nadia Adzianti, serta M Ilyas Zubir menjawab soalan2 tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6463265382348379337?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6463265382348379337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6463265382348379337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6463265382348379337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6463265382348379337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-dura-explorer.html' title='TAGGED BY DURA THE EXPLORER'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7795183269672806436</id><published>2009-06-26T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:25:14.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>LIFE IN KEMAMAN IN GENERAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da msk 2 minggu jd org Kemaman. De yg best, de yg x best. Kalo nk cite sume mmg x cukup 1 entry kot. Xpe la, pelan2 kayuh la kan? So far, aku rasa life kat sini ok je. Seperti yg aku jangka, x serabut sgt. X sia2 aku mintak intern kat tempat ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat tempat aku intern tu msk keje kul 9 so kul 8 patut da kena bangun bersiap la kan? Tp aku kul 8.30 baru nak bangun. Siap2 pe sume 8.50 baru start kete. Padahal dr umah nk ke Aldwich tu amik masa dlm 15 minit gak la. So usually aku akan sampai dlm kul 9.05-9.15 gtu. Tu kalo awal la. Penah je aku msk kul 10.00 mgu lps. Xde org nk tegur pon so wat bodo je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk opis, benda pertama aku wat ialah on laptop aku. Check Facebook bendalah pe sume. Then kul 9.30 aku turun kantin utk breakfast. Aku suka lepak kantin ni sbb kat situ la aku bley dgr macam2 citer dr staff2 Aldwich tu. De cite best, de cite x best. De yg cite psl keje kat sana tu serbaut. De yg x puas ati ngan boss pe sume. Kadang2 tu aku tanya otai2 psl process kat situ pe sume. Tu da mudahkn keje aku da tu. xyah nk susah2 baca manual ngan ngadap PFD yg tebal tu. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku slalu gak turun kantin kalo xde keje sbb kat situ je designated smoking area. So mmg mcm kedai kopi la tempat tu. Yg x bestnye, makannan situ agak mahal la kalo nk banding ngan tempat bisas. Aku pn pelik sbb kalo tengok pd menu dia, biasa2 je. Kalo menu western ke, seafood ke, aku x la heran sgt. Tp sbb kewujudan kantin tu gak la yg membolehkan aku menikmati bfast, lunch, ngan dinner. Kalo kat umah tu, kalo jadual tido da start jd pelik, tiga meals tu kdg2 aku sekalikan je. huhu... Then kul 6 aku akan bergerak meninggalkan opis lalu pulang ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah aku duk skg ni agak selesa la. Tp x la selesa mcm umah kat UMP yg mcm2 benda da disediakan tu. Bilik aku ni je yg xde kipas. Tp nasib baik la Juan rumetku de bawak kipas dr umah. Kalo x, aku rasa dua2 da tdo kat ruang tamu kot. Umah ni aku rasa dibina dlm taun 80-an la sbb aku tgk wiring umah ni dibuat atas dinding. Kalo umah skg ni, wiring sume dlm dinding kan? Ag satu, kat umah ni suis ade ag suis bulat warna itam tu? Korang sume tau x rupa paras suis tu? Kalo xtau, korg mmg anak org kaya yg terlampau la. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utk pengetahuan korang gak, umah aku ni kaler PINK!!! Yes, kaler yg amat x bersesuaian dgn umah laki bujang. Luar dlm lak tu kaler pink. Tertekan lak aku tgk kaler umah camni. huhu... Umah ni kitorang duk 6 org je. Then mlm2 de la seko alien dtg tumpang tido. Tp sorg ag da kuar baru2 ni sbb dpt offer keje gomen (government) kat Johor. Gaji la ag tinggi dr gaji dia ms keje kat Perwaja. Jd skg ni tgl la kami berlima (dan seko alien). Umah ni kat Jln Jabor Kubur. Kalo cakap laju akan jdd Jln Jubur. ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempat makan pun banyak kat sini. Yg aku tau stakat ni pon da dkat 10 aku rasa. Makanan pun not bad la. Tp aku mula2 tu terkejut sbb tgk org sini makan nasi lemak ngan ikan tongkol. Siryes terkejut beb. Mcm mkn nasi dagang la plak mkn ngan ikan. Pastu smlm aku order la nasi lemak ayam. Aku bajet dia x letak la ikan sbb aku da mintak ayam kan. Skali2 sampai aku tgk mcm2 mende ada dlm pinggan tu. Ayam, ikan. Sampai sayur kangkung pn ade beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, aku agak suka ngan life aku kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7795183269672806436?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7795183269672806436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7795183269672806436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7795183269672806436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7795183269672806436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-kemaman-in-general.html' title='LIFE IN KEMAMAN IN GENERAL'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7666394226259449926</id><published>2009-06-21T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:03:26.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>LIFE AS AN INTERN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni masuk minggu kedua aku kat Aldwich Berhad ni. Ya betul, hari ni sbb kat sini mula keje hari Ahad, abis keje hari Khamis. So aku pn dlm usaha menyesuaikan diri ngan jadual keje yg baru ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat sini aku dimasukkan dalam Technical Service Dept. (TSD). Aku pun x berapa faham ag pe keje2 aku kat TSD ni. Tapi bila aku tanya org lain, sume kata rugi aku msk TSD. Kononnya x banyak benda yg aku bley blaja. Tp aku x rasa camtu pon sbb awal2 ag aku da kena study PFD utk plant waste oil tu. Macam keje plant design la plak. Kena hafal PFD tu sume pastu trace line kat plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak ag nk cite tp masa xde. Ni pon baru naik dr plant. Lain kali sambung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7666394226259449926?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7666394226259449926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7666394226259449926&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7666394226259449926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7666394226259449926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-as-intern.html' title='LIFE AS AN INTERN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5477929643513563927</id><published>2009-06-08T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:03:37.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>STORY OF A LONELY GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://5.h.d.p.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://5.h.d.p.aimini.net/play/?fid=PDh5cS6eWm2fjBhxby1g&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://5.h.d.p.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://5.h.d.p.aimini.net/play/?fid=PDh5cS6eWm2fjBhxby1g&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Story Of A Lonely Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Push it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Fake a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Avert disaster just in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I need a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;'cause in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;worthless answers from friends of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;It's dumb to ask cool to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Girls possess me but they're never mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I made my entrance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Avoided hazards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Checked my engine I fell behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da, I fell behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And when the storms gone i'm all torn up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm always nervous on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;days like this, like the prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I get to scared to move cuz I'm a fucking boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Remember when I was in the grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Now's my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Lost the words, lost the nerve, lost the girl, Left the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I would wish upon a star but that star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;It doesn't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So read my book with the boring ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A short story of a lonely guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da, Who fell behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And when the storms gone i'm all torn up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm always nervous on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;days like this, like the prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I get to scared to move cuz I'm a fucking boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Da da, da da, da, da, da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And when the storms gone i'm all torn up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm always nervous on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;days like this, like the prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I get to scared to move cuz I'm still just a stupid, worthless boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life? I dunno anymore but at this point in my life, I'm starting to think that it is. What should I do about it? Maybe just put on a happy face and pretend that it's nothing. Life has its ups and downs and I'm at one of the downs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5477929643513563927?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5477929643513563927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5477929643513563927&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5477929643513563927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5477929643513563927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-lonely-guy.html' title='STORY OF A LONELY GUY'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-166203689576275571</id><published>2009-06-08T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:51:23.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>UNTIL I'M 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni aku ke kenduri kahwin kawan aku masa kat sekolah rendah dulu; Izwan. Da lama da aku x jumpa ngan Izwan ni. Last jumpa masa raya 2 taun lps kot. Aku tau dia nak kawin pon sebab kwn aku yg lg sorang tu btau aku. X kisah la. Aku tumpang gembira sbb dia muda2 ag da jumpa teman hidup. Xyah la nak lonely n tercari2 mcm aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun kadang2 selalu je dihujani pertanyaan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Bila nak kawin?"&lt;/span&gt; ni especially ms aku ngan pmpuan tu dlu. Aku slalu jawab &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Lpas da beli rumah nanti la kawin."&lt;/span&gt; Memang tu pun niat aku. Bg aku, bila da ada rumah ni baru la org tua yakin sket nk bg aku nikah ngan anak dia. At least da tentu xyah pening2 nak cari umah sewa pe sume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aku sangkut ngan cite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lak. Dan aku ingin memetik kata2 Barney Stinson yg berbunyi &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Don't even think of getting married until u're 30."&lt;/span&gt; Bagi aku ada betulnya kata2 watak tu. Lazimnya lelaki ni spesis yg lambat matang dan kematangan lelaki ni biasanya dicapai pada usia lewat 20-an. Dalam 27-29 camtu la. Dan memandangkan aku ni sedar diri yg aku ni x berapa matang, aku rasa tu la umur terbaik utk aku kawin nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigdoor.co.za/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/barneyste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.bigdoor.co.za/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/barneyste.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skg aku tgh membuat list wanita2 yg boleh dijadikan isteri. Xyah la nak selongkar barang2 aku sebab list tu dlm kepala aku okeh. De la dlm 4-5 org wat masa ni. Byk sgt dan aku pun xbley nak decide. So memandangkan aku nk kawin lambat ag aku tunggu je la dulu. Agak2 da nk kawin nanti aku check je la list tu tengok sape ag yg single. Pompuan kan kawin awal so mesti la da x ramai dlm list aku tu. huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijak x aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-166203689576275571?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/166203689576275571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=166203689576275571&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/166203689576275571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/166203689576275571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-im-30.html' title='UNTIL I&apos;M 30'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5273312634030458144</id><published>2009-06-02T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:11:43.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>JUST FEEL BETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to the hospital again today to visit Abah. He's been transferred from the CCU to the usual ward. He was eating when we arrived so I felt a bit better inside. No more weird cables connected to his body. He can move freely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm quite amazed with his room. It's a room for two and for some coincidence, his roommate is a friend of his. So I guess it's not so lonely for him. And on the bright side, his doc said that he can be released tomorrow. And I also learned that he'll get a sick leave for 3 months!!! That's an awful lot of time. I dunno what he'll do with all that free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SiUx75AMltI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vUIltSuJU64/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SiUx75AMltI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vUIltSuJU64/s320/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731437928650450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The cameraman never get to be in the pic *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We laughed like crazy in the room. So many stupid jokes that were made by all of us. Even after hearing all the ghost stories Abah told us about that ward. Well, that thing isn't disturbing us, just Abah. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm just glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I need to quit smoking now *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5273312634030458144?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5273312634030458144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5273312634030458144&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5273312634030458144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5273312634030458144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-feel-better.html' title='JUST FEEL BETTER'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SiUx75AMltI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vUIltSuJU64/s72-c/DSC00814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2980052738792308565</id><published>2009-05-27T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:38:26.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>BOREDOM MIXED WITH ABUNDANT FREE TIME WILL GIVE THE BLOG A NEW LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suka letak tajuk entry panjang2. haha... Aku bosan duk umah sebenarnya. Masa terluang plak banyak sgt2. Oleh yg demikian aku pun menggatal edit design blog ni. Saje suka2 sebenarnya. Tengah duk bosan2 td dapat idea nak edit lak. Tp bila da edit ni jadi lain lak drpd yg aku bayangkan tadi. Lantak la. Da malas nak usik wat masa ni. Lain kali je la. Aku pun macam da bosan tengok blog aku warna purple tu. Ntah la, ada je yg aku rasa x kena. Try biru la plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak2 lpas ni kalo da bosan ngan biru nak guna warna pe lak ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2980052738792308565?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2980052738792308565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2980052738792308565&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2980052738792308565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2980052738792308565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom-mixed-with-abundant-free-time.html' title='BOREDOM MIXED WITH ABUNDANT FREE TIME WILL GIVE THE BLOG A NEW LOOK'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-9014497777372267471</id><published>2009-05-25T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:43:47.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiwang'/><title type='text'>IF I FELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a song by The Beatles which first appeared on the 1964 UK album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Hard Day's Night&lt;/span&gt; and the US compilation album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something New&lt;/span&gt;. It was written primarily by John Lennon, with help from Paul McCartney. I just love this song. And tbh, it's something that I want  to dedicate to a certain girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XQ42dvzIjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XQ42dvzIjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I fell in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you promise to be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And help me understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I've been in love before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I found that love was more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Than just holding hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I give my heart to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the very start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That you would love me more than her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I trust in you oh please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't run and hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I love you too oh please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't hurt my pride like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I couldn't stand the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I would be sad if our new love was in vain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I hope you see that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would love to love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And that she will cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When she learns we are two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I fell in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-9014497777372267471?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/9014497777372267471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=9014497777372267471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9014497777372267471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9014497777372267471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-fell.html' title='IF I FELL'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7928923657421449010</id><published>2009-05-18T04:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T04:35:42.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skema Rawksss'/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>Orang kampung aku (London) cakap TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kampung aku yg lagi satu (Rembau) lak cakap DUO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kampung Wak cakap LORO/LORU (x sure yg mana 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kampung Pija cakap DUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan cakap ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Klum cakap ZWEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo awek2 MoMusu lak cakap NI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele Bundchen cakap DOIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain cakap TUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Shah Rukh Khan akan cakap DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.3dpixs.com/gallery/Customs-Celebrations-Christmas/Birthday/birthday_cake-candle-off-number_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.3dpixs.com/gallery/Customs-Celebrations-Christmas/Birthday/birthday_cake-candle-off-number_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi x kisah la pe yg dorang sume nak cakap. Yg aku tau, ari ni Skema Rawksss (SR) genap usia 2 tahun. Yeaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!! *tepuk2* X kisah la sebanyak mana pun entry aku yg ada kat sini ataupun sebanyak mana pembaca aku. Yg penting aku berjaya mengekalkan blog ni selama 2 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taun lepas aku x wat pun entry utk anniversary SR sebab aku x amik port sangta masa tu. X rajin sangat membuat entries yg baru dan macam2 lagi la. Lagipun masa tu ada berapa kerat je manusia yg baca blog aku ni.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *macam la skg ni byk sgt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih banyak2 kepada &lt;a href="http://www.totinx.com/"&gt;Totin&lt;/a&gt; yg mula2 bagi support kat aku utk start blogging. Juga kepada &lt;a href="http://liyanajaafar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liyana&lt;/a&gt; n &lt;a href="http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Munie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Apsal yg bg aku support sume pompuan ni?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Awal2 penglibatan aku dalam kancah blogging ni, dorang la yg jadi pengunjung setia blog ni. Dorang gak la yg rajin bagi komen pe sume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da macam2 hal yg berlaku sepanjang aku start SR ni. Ada pihak yg x puas hati ngan entry aku. Ada yg mintak aku delete post pe sume. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;*sorang je yg mintak n u guys might know who*&lt;/span&gt; Tapi x mengapa. SR ni medium utk aku luahkan segala macam benda yg ada kat kepala aku ni; Be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kepada semua yg rajin membaca entries di SR dan meninggalkan comments, skali lagi aku ucapkan terima kasih dan semoga korang semua akan terus berbuat demikian di masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abissss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7928923657421449010?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7928923657421449010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7928923657421449010&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7928923657421449010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7928923657421449010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1367213161257052019</id><published>2009-05-18T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:48:30.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>IN LITERATURE, TALKING TO YOURSELF IS CALLED MONOLOGUE, NOT BEING CRAZY.</title><content type='html'>Should I tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, maybe u should. At least it'll get off yer chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's hard man. I mean, what if she doesn't feel the same way? That would just ruin our 6 years of friendship. I care too much for her to lose her because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's better for u to find out about her feelings right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that but she's so busy with her study right now. I mean her course is hard. Super damn hard man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well then just wait until she finishes her study. It's just 2 years man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she already found someone by then? I mean I know there are a lot of guys interested in her. And they're all more successful compared to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well don't sell yerself short man. U're not just anybody and if she failed to notice that then she doesn't deserve u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno man, it feels like being a narcissist to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well how long have u been crazy for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...Since the moment I met her 6 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And u've been with more than 3 girls in that period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's because I'm being realistic then. It's hard for me to maintain a long distance relationship so that's why I just kept my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's still a long distance between u guys now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean yeah, but it's not for long anymore. So maybe I should just wait until she's finished with whatever she's doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, maybe u should do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1367213161257052019?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1367213161257052019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1367213161257052019&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1367213161257052019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1367213161257052019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-literature-talking-to-yourself-is.html' title='IN LITERATURE, TALKING TO YOURSELF IS CALLED MONOLOGUE, NOT BEING CRAZY.'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8390504626686335670</id><published>2009-05-15T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:15:29.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A CHANGE OF EMOTIONS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I felt like shit and that's all because of that efiing accident. Never felt so guilty in my whole life. Felt like all the happiness inside me is being drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I received a good news and I'm feeling a bit better. Just a bit since guilt isn't something that could go away just like that. Damn u guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still knowing the fact that all my hard work driving all the way to Jengka and preparing for the presentation and writing my dissertation have produced a great result, I couldn't be more proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last semester that required me to take the exams is quite fulfilling for me. I still wonder why I can't achieve this kind of success earlier but it doesn't take me long to find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I hope is a better tomorrow and a bright future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8390504626686335670?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8390504626686335670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8390504626686335670&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8390504626686335670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8390504626686335670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-of-emotions.html' title='A CHANGE OF EMOTIONS...'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-478861212738293562</id><published>2009-05-09T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:06:08.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>AKU TENGAH EMO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnycatpix.com/_pics/angry_wet_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.funnycatpix.com/_pics/angry_wet_cat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU EMO NIH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUME BENDA X KENA ARI NIH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU NAK GAK PE YG AKU NAK. AKU X KIRA. AKU NAK GAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AKU DA BOSAN DUK UMAH!!! XDE BENDA NAK BUAT!!! JANGAN NAK SURUH AKU KEMAS2 TEBAS SEMAK PE SUME!!! PELEMPANG SEKO2 NANTI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NAK PART TIME PON MASA CUTI PENDEK SANGAT!!! XDE SAPE NAK AMIK KEJAP GITU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/222566_-1_564_none/angry-young-baby-lolz-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 327px;" src="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/222566_-1_564_none/angry-young-baby-lolz-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AKU BORING NIH!!! TENGOK AF CAM CELAKA!!! SEKO2 NYANYI SUARA CAM PUAKA!!! AGAKNYA TU TRANSFORMASI YG DORG KATAKAN!!! PENYANYI2 YG BERSUARA PUAKA!!! DIPENDEKKAN JADI YG BERSUAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CEPAT LA START LI!!! AKU DA XDE SEMANGAT NAK DUK UMAH NIH!!! NAK KEJE!!! NAK WAT DUIT MENIMBUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TENET LEMBAB NAK MAMPOSSSS!!! KALO KAT UMP TU TENET CAM CELAKE AKU BLEY TERIMA AG!!! NI KAT UMAH YG BEBAYAR ELOK PON NAK LEMBAB CAM CIBAI!!! DONLOD CITE PON SETAUN BARU SIAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU EMO NIH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Amik wuduk lalu solat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-478861212738293562?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/478861212738293562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=478861212738293562&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/478861212738293562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/478861212738293562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-tengah-emo.html' title='AKU TENGAH EMO!!!'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5572353059660451645</id><published>2009-05-06T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:40:29.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>PERGI X KEMBALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagi ni aku bangun tido, Abah btau yg Wan tiri aku kat ICU Hosp.Seremban. Da on life support  dari semalam lagi katanya. So kami sekeluarga bercadang nak pergi melawat la lepas Abah balik dari pejabat audit kat Temerloh tu. Then baru kejap tadi Abah call btau yg Wan da meninggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X sempat aku nak jumpa. Last aku jumpa Wan masa bulan 12 taun lepas. Masa kenduri arwah utk Tok aku. Masa tu aku tengok Wan da sihat sikit. Da boleh berjalan walaupun kena gunakan tongkat. Tapi nampaknya x jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap lagi nak ke Rembau. Maybe tido sana 1 mlm. Dapat la jumpa sedara2 yg da lama x jumpa. Memang nak sgt jumpa dorang semua tp bukan la sbb pemergian Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the things we needed isn't really the things we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5572353059660451645?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5572353059660451645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5572353059660451645&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5572353059660451645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5572353059660451645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/pergi-x-kembali.html' title='PERGI X KEMBALI'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2786357898769371533</id><published>2009-05-02T16:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:06:13.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current news'/><title type='text'>KEBANGKITAN ZOMBIE YG SELSEMA BABI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/images/200710/20071025bd_zombiewalk_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/images/200710/20071025bd_zombiewalk_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manusia da sekian lama didedahkan dengan kewujudan makhluk yg sudah mati yg digelar zombie. Namun kewujudan makhluk ini masih dipersoalkan sehingga sekarang. Ada yg kata x wujud, ada yg kata wujud. Dan bg sesetengah pihak yg mempercayai kewujudan makhluk ini, mereka telah pun bersedia dengan beberapa bekalan untuk survive jika mereka diserang zombie suatu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun dengan merebaknya wabak SELSEMA BABI H1N1 yg boleh merebak dan disebarkan oleh manusia lain, kewujudan zombie adalah suatu kemungkinan yg besar. Ini kerana virus H1N1 ini telah bermutasi dan menjadi satu strain yg baru yg mana apabila seseorang yg dijangkiti itu mati, virus ini mampu menghidupkan semula jantung si mangsa dan mengakibatkannya berkelakuan ganas. Kelakuan tersebut disebabkan oleh kerosakan otak dan sejenis bahan kimia yg dirembeskan ke dalam salur darah semasa kebangkitan semula. Setakat ini, mexico dilaporkan mempunyai 12 ekor zombie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin inilah yg dinantikan oleh pemain2 game seperti Resident Evil dan Left 4 Dead. Adakah Cot dan rakan2 yg kerap bermain L4D bakal menjadi harapan utk mempertahankan negara tatkala diserang oleh zombie2 tersebut? Aku harap begitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apabila diberitahu hal ini kepada Yeop, beliau telah menyatakan hasrat untuk membeli sebijik pump gun. Seperti yg aku jangkakan, perwira2 L4D akan menjadi harapan kita semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku mintak2 gitu la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan dorang yg cabut dulu nanti dah la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berita selanjutnya &lt;a href="http://bouncewith.me.uk/europe/8027043.htm"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2786357898769371533?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2786357898769371533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2786357898769371533&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2786357898769371533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2786357898769371533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/05/kebangkitan-zombie-yg-selsema-babi.html' title='KEBANGKITAN ZOMBIE YG SELSEMA BABI'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4362397664338644114</id><published>2009-04-28T06:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:21:24.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I WAS BORN GENIUS BUT EDUCATION RUINED ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da pukul 6 da pun. Cepat je jam ni berpusing. Mungkin sebab aku layan manga tu khusyuk sgt sampai x sedar masa kot. Walhal tinggal berapa jam je lagi sebelum paper environment start. Ni baru la terhegeh-hegeh nak start study. hmmm.... Kalo x start study last minute, bukan aku la namanya. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da terbiasa sgt study last minute. Apa yg aku ingat, x pernah aku study awal2. Paling awal pun 3 hari sebelum exam aku study. Tu pun bley kira lama mana aku mengadap buku. Dalam 36 jam tu, ade la 12 jam je kot masa aku betul2 mentelaah. Jam-jam yg lain tu aku pun xtau aku wat apa. Tp walaupun gitu, result aku still membanggakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang ni ntahla. Da susah da nak masuk dlm kepala kalo study last minute. Still masuk tp x la sebanyak dulu. Kalo dulu bley la dlm 90% yg masuk kepala. Skrg ni ade la lebey kurang 70% je. Da x efficient otak aku ni. Mungkin jugak memory space dlm otak aku da penuh. Kena defrag xpun cleanup baru bley jalan macam dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila mengenangkan paper aku lps ni merupakan paper aku yg terakhir sebagai student (assume aku x further lps ni) aku rasa nervous campur gembira. Nervous sebab paper ni mungkin akan menjadi sgt susah. Happy sebab lepas ni x payah lg nak fikir psl study utk exam. Maybe masa da kerja nanti aku akan rindukan situasi macam ni tapi biarla aku masa depan yg handle benda tu semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kawan2 semua dapat menjawab soalan dengan jayanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4362397664338644114?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4362397664338644114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4362397664338644114&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4362397664338644114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4362397664338644114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-born-genius-but-education-ruined.html' title='I WAS BORN GENIUS BUT EDUCATION RUINED ME'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-141998998623927289</id><published>2009-04-27T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:41:19.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>IBU</title><content type='html'>Hari ni bday mak aku. lalala... Alhamdulillah. Tuhan masih panjangkan umur mak aku. Tahun ni genap la 42 tahun usia mak aku. Tapi ramai gak yg x caye umur mak aku da masuk 40-an. Mebi sebab mak aku nampak muda kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfWK_-6KzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8iNuPq9do5I/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfWK_-6KzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8iNuPq9do5I/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318565886217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nampak muda ke mak aku ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat lagi zaman skola asrama dulu. Bila2 mak datang kalo ada majlis ke apa, ada je orang yg tanya aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tu kakak awak ke?"&lt;/span&gt;. Bila aku cakap tu mak aku, dorang akan cakap "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishhh...Muda betul mak awak ye." &lt;/span&gt;Bila aku cakap kat mak pasal tu, mak akan blushing. ekeke... Pastu cakap, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alaa....Biasa la tu."&lt;/span&gt; hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak call mak tapi credit xde. Nak topup malas la plak. Bukan ada sape2 nak dihubungi pon. Maklumla da single skg kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, aku nak ucapkan selamat ulang tahun kepada mak. Semoga Tuhan akan panjangkan umur mak dan murahkan rezeki sampai bila2. Kalo bley, kekal vogue sampai bila2 skali. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along sayang mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-141998998623927289?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/141998998623927289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=141998998623927289&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/141998998623927289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/141998998623927289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/ibu.html' title='IBU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfWK_-6KzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8iNuPq9do5I/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-11918782147622367</id><published>2009-04-25T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:38:59.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>AKU NI INDON KE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peristiwa ini terjadi beberapa minggu lepas semasa dalam perjalanan pulang dari melawat Mira kat KMNS. Aku duk belakang ngan Akak sambil Mak n Abah berborak ape ntah kat depan. Malas nak amik port. Layan lagu kat radio je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan cerita, masa tu lagu band dr Indon yg berputar. So aku pun mula la terfikir yg sekarang ni banyak lak unsur2 dari seberang yg dibawa masuk ke negara kita ni. So aku pun mula la trace balik kepada unsur pertama yg dibawa masuk dari sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula2 skali yg terlintas kat kepala aku ialah lagu dangdut. Lepas tu buruh2 Indon. Lepas tu plak ada bibik2 dr Indon. Dan antara selang masa peristiwa2 tersebut, lagu2 dari band2 Indon pun masuk sama. Peterpan la, Radja la, Dewa la. Macam2 lagi la. X lama lepas tu plak sinetron2 yg menyayat hati, yg memaparkan watak utama yg kebiasaannya perempuan yg terlalu pathetic kerana seringkali dianiaya oleh watak2 jahat secara terlampau (contoh: Intan, Jelita, Bawang2). dan mereka x berupaya langsung menentang watak2 jahat tersebut. Agaknya lepas ni unsur pe la yg dibawa dari negara seberang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pandangan aku, kemasukan warga Indon ke Malaysia dalam jumlah yg besar sedikit sebanyak menyumbang kepada situasi semasa ni. Kebanyakan mereka tu plak trus menetap dan menjadi warganegara. Situasi yg membuat aku membandingkan negara kita ni dgn US. Nenek moyang mereka membawa masuk hamba2 kulit hitam sebagai pekerja buruh kasar. Selang beberapa ratus tahun kemudian keturunan hamba yg ditindas tu la yg jadi presiden mereka. Adakah nasib yg sama akan menimpa Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sampaikan buah2 fikiran aku kpd Mak n Abah. Berikut merupakan reaksi mereka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"X yah nak banyak cakap la Along. Awak ingat sikit yg awak tu ada darah org Negeri 9. Orang Minangkabau. Awak ingat sikit org Minangkabau tu datang dari mana. Dari Indon gak tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Entahnya. Lagi satu, awak ingat kampung kita tu sape yg bukak kalo bukan pendakwah2 dari Pulau Jawa? Indon gak tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaksi aku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aku ni pon org Indon ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diharap entry kali ini x menyinggung perasaan mana2 pembaca. Kalo ada, aku mintak ampun banyak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-11918782147622367?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/11918782147622367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=11918782147622367&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/11918782147622367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/11918782147622367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-ni-indon-ke.html' title='AKU NI INDON KE?'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2612008872518156141</id><published>2009-04-25T05:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:59:47.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>CLASS PICNIC `09</title><content type='html'>OK, so seperti yg dijanjikan dlm entry sebelum ini. Walaupun agak lambat tapi lantak la. Baru ada mood nak wat entry. Gangguan jiwa dan perasaan sket sepanjang minggu ni. Lagipun Pija n Ayapao da wat entry pasal benda ni so rasa macam da malas nak wat. Tapi pape je la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku camping kali ni cukup bermakna. Walaupun Ayapao si Ketua Puak menghadapi beberapa masalah dan terpaksa berdepan dengan kerenah beberapa si polan, aktiviti tetap berjaya dilangsungkan. So personally aku nak ucapkan tahniah n terima kasih la kepada beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni xde masalah sangat masa on the way nak pergi tempat tu. Lupa lak nak cakap. Kami camping kat Riverside Beach Resort. Aku rasa tu la nama dia kot. Yg aku tau memang ada Riverside la dalam nama dia. Xde sesat2 macam malam sebelum tu la n xde mana2  body part KC yg tercicir di tengah jalan. Mungkin sebab drive waktu siang kot. kalo malam memang da terlajak da kot sebab simpang nak masuk tempat tu kecik sangat. Signboard nye pun kecik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pandangan aku tempat tu memang best la. Campsite tu sangat dekat dengan pantai. Dalam 100 meter je aku rasa. Tanah dia pun rata so xde la sakit belakang masa tido dlm khemah. Kerja2 memasang khemah agak tricky disebabkan angin pantai yg kuat tapi small matter je sbb dlm 1 jam da bley siap pasang khemah semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfIvf2JflOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/efGjprJPC3s/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfIvf2JflOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/efGjprJPC3s/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328373533290501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Khemah2 yg berjaya didirikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Da siap pasang khemah tu apa lagi kan? Terjun dalam laut la. Walaupun masa tu da dekat nak pukul 7 tapi tetap tabah main air. kalo ada arwah nenek aku, mesti da kena marah da kot. ekeke... Tapi acara main air senja itu diganggu oleh serangan "umang-umang" yg boleh mendatangkan trauma kepada otak2 yg innocent. Apakah tragedi serangan "umang-umang" tersebut? Biarlah dirahsiakan. Namun utk pengetahuan semua, tragedi itu sungguh mengerikan. Biarlah mereka yg mengalaminya sahaja yg mengetahui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da siap mandi pe sume, sampai la ke acara masak memasak. Memandangkan aku sungguh x pandai dalam hal ehwal masak memasak ni, aku serahkan aje sume tu kepada yg pakar. Resepi utama mlm tu ialah daging salai black pepper yg aku akui akan kesedapannya. Tapi disebabkan aku x suka makan daging sebab kalo melekat celah gigi susah sangat nak tanggal, aku maka n sikit je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktiviti diteruskan dengan acara pusing botol. Si polan ini akan memutarkan botol dan si polan yg ditunjukkan botol perlu memilih satu nombor dan melakukan aksi yg telah ditetapkan. Part ni memang wat aku x tahan gelak la. Da lama x gelak sampai sakit perut. Macam2 aksi terlampau yg disediakan Krul dan Manek selaku dalang permainan tersebut. Aku terpaksa melakukan aksi terlampau seorang lelaki gay yg cuba mengorat Ketua Puak dlm sebuah bar. pehhh... Memang mencabar bakat lakonan. Tapi aksi paling menarik ialak aksi Wak sebagai seekor penyu betina yg naik ke pantai utk bertelur. Memang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legen......wait for it......dary&lt;/span&gt; la aku cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da abis game tu masing2 wat hal masing2. Ada yg borak2 kosong. Ada yg main bola dalam gelap. Ada yg mengumpat. Antara isu hangat yg dibualkan ialah tragedi umang yg terjadi beberapa jam sebelum itu serta "Chapter 7". Apakah isu dalam tajuk perbincangan "Chapter 7"? Biarlah kami saja yg tau. Isu yg sangat sensitif terutama kepada 3 org ahli rombongan yg identiti mereka terpaksa dirahsiakan. huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam makin larut. Banyak si polan yg da masuk khemah utk tido. Aku nak masuk khemah gak tapi khemah yg aku booking awal2 da dimasuki si polan yg berdengkur. Aku cukup allergic kepada mana2 si polan yg berdengkur. Sangat2 allergic. Jadi aku pun terus la terdampar di atas hamparan canvas di luar bersama dengan beberapa ahli rombongan yg lain. Best gak sebenarnya tido kat luar khemah tu. Sejuk je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas Subuh masing2 yg da terjaga pergi ke pantai sebab nak tengok sunrise. Memang sangat cantik sunrise pagi tu. Memang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legen........wait for it.............dary&lt;/span&gt; la pada pandangan aku. Sempat la snap beberapa ketul gamba guna h/p aku. Lepas puas bergambar, aku rasa ngantuk lagi. Ye la, mana tak nye. Aku dapat tido sejam lebih je. So aku pun masuk la khemah kecik yg digelar doggy house oleh semua org. Doggy x doggy. Asalkan aku dapat tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfI037CJ5hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/acqkjA_GqIY/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfI037CJ5hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/acqkjA_GqIY/s320/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328379444476896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunrise yg memukau pandangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lepas tido kejap, bangun makan sarapan. Lepas makan, mandi laut lagi. Lepas tu kemas2 barang, bagi2 cenderahati, amik2 gambar, balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar banyak lagi tp malas nak upload sebab connection lemau sgt. Bengong tol. Yuran mahal, tenet cam cilake. huh... Kalo nak tengok, g la blog &lt;a href="http://ungufaiza.wordpress.com/2009/04/22/bila-bersama-mereka/"&gt;Pija&lt;/a&gt; atau &lt;a href="http://asrafyapau.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-day-k03-2009.html"&gt;Ketua Puak&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2612008872518156141?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2612008872518156141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2612008872518156141&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2612008872518156141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2612008872518156141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/class-picnin-09.html' title='CLASS PICNIC `09'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/SfIvf2JflOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/efGjprJPC3s/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7226452404385598441</id><published>2009-04-17T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:53:18.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>KERANA PERCAYAKAN BRYAN</title><content type='html'>15 April 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seisi rumah aku serta rumah2 lain menuju ke Cherating utk pesta BBQ yg ditaja oleh Incik Ah Kow yg kacak lagi mempesonakan (da dia sponsor kena la puji kaw2 kan?) Chot, Bryan, Rafiq, serta Arip naik kereta aku. Kul 8..30 mlm baru nak geraak walaupun kalo ikut tentatif awal, kul 6 da gerak. Ini semua gara2 hujan lebat yg enggan berhenti cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun aku terus memecut KC ke sana. Xnk la sampai lambat sgt kan? Nanti kul bape lak nak balik ke UMP. Kereta aku gerak cari tapak dulu. Memandangkan Bryan pernah wat BBQ kat Cherating sblom ni, kami seisi kereta mempercayai beliau utk membawa kami ke port yg menarik. Maka kami pun menuju ke Bayview. Tapi yg x bley blah nye masa on the way ke sana. Masa da masuk area Cherating tu la. Chot bertanya Bryan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jauh lagi ke Bryan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"X. Da dekat da ni. Kat depan tu je sikit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa kilometer selepas itu Bryan bersuara kembali;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, silap la. Kat depan lagi la tempat tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigooo...Memang xleh jadi navigator la dia ni. Maka selepas beberapa kali dialog2 di atas diulang, kami pun tiba ke kawasan yg dimaksudkan. Kami sampai dulu. Redza seisi kereta sampai lepas tu. Chot suruh aku g cari port. Aku ajak Bryan ngan Zam sekali. Ajak Bryan la kan sebab dia yg pernah datang tempat tu. Aku pun trus masuk simpang. Awal2 tu da confident la kan sebab tengok banyak je resort kat kawasan tu. Aku bertanya;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Masuk simpang ni ke Bryan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"X. Simpang depan lagi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus memandu sampai la ke jalan mati. Huh... Adakah Bryan sengaja menguji kesabaran aku? Pusing KC. Masuk simpang sebelum jalan mati tu. Sampai ke kawasan pantai. Tapi gelap. Yg ada hanyalah caravan2 pelancong yg ada di situ. Masuk simpang. Jalan terus. Sampai saru resort tu tp aku x nampak pn tempat nak wat BBQ. Mujur ada pak guard resort tu tunjuk jalan. Ikut cakap guard tu, tapi yg ada hanyalah pantai yg gelap. Jalan ke depan sikit. Tapi sebab pasir lembut lepas hujan, tayar KC tersangkut. Dem sungguh. Mujur la aku bawak 2 jejaka yg gagah (gagah ke?). Dankejadian tersebut berulang sebanyak 3 kali. Dem!!! Abis lari alignment KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas gagal mencari tapak di kawasan itu, kami pun berjalan masuk ke dalam KC semula. Pastu baru la aku perasan satu benda. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hub_cap"&gt;Hubcap&lt;/a&gt; KC da ilang sebijik. Cibai!!! Mana la pegi hubcap aku ni. jalan balik ke dlm resort tu. Mana la tau tertanggal sebab jalan tu berlopak sana sini. X dijumpai. Motherchud btol la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku da panas ati. Panas yg terlampau. Then Mughi call. Btau yg da jumpa port BBQ utk malam tu. KC pun berlalu pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam yg agak malang. Adakah kerana percayakan Bryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku xtau nak cakap ape da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku tau, mungkin Bryan telah cuba sedaya upaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming soon: Class picnic @ Riverside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7226452404385598441?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7226452404385598441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7226452404385598441&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7226452404385598441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7226452404385598441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerana-percayakan-bryan.html' title='KERANA PERCAYAKAN BRYAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1986120849555508333</id><published>2009-04-11T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:00:36.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>TIADA LAGI KERETA FLINSTONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekembalinya dari overnight menonton Pantas &amp;amp; Garang 4 hujung minggu lepas, aku menerima kejutan yg mana kereta aku yg digelar "Ketua Cawangan" (KC) oleh budak2 ni x boleh nak masuk gear 5. Aku pun trus je la drive. Lagipun da kul 5 pg masa tu. X yah la nak rush sangat nak balik UMP kan walaupun si &lt;a href="http://ilyaszubir.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yop&lt;/a&gt; telah mengubah posisi duduk beberapa kali gara2 menahan kenc-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setibanya di rumah aku pun check2 la KC tu. Sekali gear reverse pun da x bley masuk daaaa....  Kalo xleh masuk gear 5 tu bley diterima lagi la kan? Ni gear reverse pun x bley nak masuk. Alamat reverse guna kaki la macam kereta Flinstones tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seeing-stars.com/Images/People/Flintstones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.seeing-stars.com/Images/People/Flintstones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figure 1: Kereta Flinstones yg dikayuh dengan menggunakan kaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Memandangkan ada presentation Plant Design pd hari Rabu serta Taklimat LI pada hari Jumaat, atas saranan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yg Maha Mulia Seri Paduka Abah Aku&lt;/span&gt;, aku pun bawak la KC balik siang tadi. Hantar ke workshop yg merawat KC selepas kemalangan yg mem"Persona"kan beberapa bulan yg lalu. Aku da cuak da. Takut gerabox je yg wat hal. Kalo tu yg rosak, da memang konpem RM 500 akan terbang dari poket baginda. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujurlah kecederaan KC x seteruk yg disangkakan. Kusangkakan otot beliau yg mengalami kerosakan, rupanya hanyalah tendon beliau. Dalam istilah permotoran, kabel yg menghubungkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gearknob&lt;/span&gt; dengan gear tu kondem. So x la memakan belanja yg besar utk merawat kecederaan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin bahana mengusha "perempuan 50%" di lorong2 gelap dalam perjalanan pulang dinihari itu. ish ish ish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya KC pulih seperti sedia kala. X perlu jadi kereta Flinstones lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukurrrrr.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1986120849555508333?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1986120849555508333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1986120849555508333&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1986120849555508333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1986120849555508333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiada-lagi-kereta-flinstones.html' title='TIADA LAGI KERETA FLINSTONES'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8316420440007782062</id><published>2009-04-08T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:12:30.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>MARUAH @ EGO?</title><content type='html'>OK2. So.... Maruah dan ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bahasa kampung aku; Pride n Ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camne kita nak bezakan 2 benda ni? Korang tau ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba2 je benda ni terlintas dalam otak aku. Aku pun xtau nape. Sejak kebelakangan ni aku selalu sangat tiba2 terfikir itu ini. Da macam orang mengidam la plak. Ada sekali tu tiba2 rasa nak tengok cite jiwang. Then tiba2 nak makan biskut ngan teh-o. Hairan lak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK2, berbalik kepada topik perbincangan. Camne nak bezakan maruah dan ego ataupun adakah dua benda tu sama je sebenarnya? Camne kita nak tau someone to sedang mempertahankan maruah ataupun ego beliau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua orang manusia sedang berjalan lalu berlaga bahu (berlaga bahu?). Dua2 x mau minta maaf sebab masing2 rasa bukan salah dia. Adakah itu ego atau maruah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang ketua di tempat kerja telah membuat salah dan telah menyusahkan anak2 buah beliau. Tapi beliau x mau mintak maaf. Ego atau maruah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, jika manusia2 dalam situasi di atas meminta maaf, adakah itu menunjukkan mereka x ego atau x bermaruah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8316420440007782062?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8316420440007782062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8316420440007782062&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8316420440007782062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8316420440007782062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/maruah-ego.html' title='MARUAH @ EGO?'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6031876440583129861</id><published>2009-04-02T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:58:18.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>MOH BLAJO LOGHAT PAHANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bosan n xde idea utk menulis entry baru. Nk decode lagu pun xde idea so ni je la yg aku wat utk masa ni. Aku dapat idea nak wat entry ni masa g umah Timah siang td. Aku borak2 ngan Brader Zek yg bawak bas tu n banyak yg x paham pe yg kitorang cakapkan. Even orang Pahang sendiri pun x paham pe yg kitorang cakap. Malu je ko jadi orang pahang weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's begin the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. PAHPALEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan tu bunyi macam kelakar je kan? Walaupun kelakar, jgn nak pandai2 gelak. Aku bitch slap seko2 nanti. Pahpaleh ni biasanya digunakan untuk menggambarkan sesuatu yg terlampau. Sebagai contoh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awok dapat markah penuh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pahpaleh&lt;/span&gt;, hebat betol awok yek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pahpaleh&lt;/span&gt;, lawo betol bini awok yek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pramugara yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pahpaleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. RODONG (GHODONG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodong membawa maksud kawan atau member atau sahabat. Perkataan ini jarang digunakan memandangkan x ramai yg tahu maksudnya. Even orang Pahang pun banyak yg xtau. Mujurlah aku ni orang kampung, dapat la blaja pe maksud rodong ni. Contoh ayat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rodong&lt;/span&gt; awok hok datang rumoh ari tu?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mat gi bando ngan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rodong&lt;/span&gt; die tadi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. KETNYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan yg menjadikan loghat Pahang ni unik. Ketnye bermaksud tetapi. Cuba korang ssemua tengok lghat negeri2 lain; ada ke perkataan yg bermaksud tetapi melainkan tetapi itu sendiri? Xde kan? Sebab tu la perkataan ni unik.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Contoh ayat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Koi nok gi bando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketnye&lt;/span&gt; koi xde &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rodong&lt;/span&gt; nok teman koi. (Koi di sini bermaksud saya. Juga boleh digantikan dgn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawan&lt;/span&gt;, atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keh&lt;/span&gt; bergantung kepada daerah di mana ayat dituturkan.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belajo tinggi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketnye&lt;/span&gt; bodo nok mampos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu je la yg aku nak ketengahkan buat masa ni. Jika ada pertanyaan bley tanya aku ataupun Zamri. Sekian. Selamat mencuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6031876440583129861?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6031876440583129861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6031876440583129861&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6031876440583129861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6031876440583129861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/04/moh-blajo-loghat-pahang.html' title='MOH BLAJO LOGHAT PAHANG'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6120637367968474052</id><published>2009-03-29T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:00:21.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok2. Aku baru je update layout blog aku. Aku pun da x ingat untuk ke berapa kalinya. Saja2 je gatal tangan. Tengah surfing tadi tiba2 dapat idea nak mekap blog. huhu... Lagipun aku rasa layout yg sebelum ni terlalu simple la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo de yg x prasan, memang da x lama la tu. Aku da tuka header and tambah background. Then font ngan font color pun ada godek2 gak sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa da sedap da mata memandang. Tapi kalo korang rasa macam susah nak baca ke, serabut sangat ke, btau la aku. Nanti aku godek2 ag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6120637367968474052?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6120637367968474052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6120637367968474052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6120637367968474052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6120637367968474052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-update.html' title='ANOTHER UPDATE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3257105980897499574</id><published>2009-03-28T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:24:53.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>YO MAMA POETRY</title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyandjokes.com/yo-mama-poetry.html"&gt;Funny &amp;amp; Jokes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If u can't accept dark humor then don't read this entry. I'll smack anyone who tells me that I'm rude after reading this piece. U've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are black, why’s Yo mama’s chest, as flat as her back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, Yo mom’s lips are blue, she sucked off that Smurf and did me up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, lemons are sour, how many dicks yo mama suck in one hour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are yellow, that guy that just fucked Yo mama is a jolly good fellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, I gave your mom a dollar and she fucked me too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, Yo mama’s a witch, give her a quarter and she’ll be your bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are gold, so get on your knees and do what you’re told! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are whack, damn Yo mama smells like ass crack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, I’m at the door, Yo mama has a cup saying “Change for the poor.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama stinks, and so do you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, what Yo mama needs is a good shampoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama asked what’s stupid and poor, and I said you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are grey, I hate to say this, but Yo mama is gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are grey, Yo mama’s so ugly, I don’t know what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, a bitch like Yo mama belongs in a zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, beasts like yo mama belong in a zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama’s breath smells like five day old stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Violets are blue, roses are red, please tell Yo mama that she gives some good head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One good snap deserves another, so between my legs you’ll find your mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don’t mean to be mean, but Yo mama needs Listerine, not a sip, not a swallow, but the whole damn bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is a fact, Yo mama’s breath is wack, she needs a Tic, not a Tac, but the whole damn pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why yo mama on my nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Would you come and get her please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ho keeps sayin’ she wants me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And how she love that gov’ment cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’ll smack the bitch if she don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With the backside of my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;smack her ass in to next week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;straight in to the promise land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3257105980897499574?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3257105980897499574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3257105980897499574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3257105980897499574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3257105980897499574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-mama-poetry.html' title='YO MAMA POETRY'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8768404987703191599</id><published>2009-03-24T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:55:32.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>NOT ALONE BUT LONELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been months since that day. I dunno whether I've fully recover or not. Might have found a new person but I have no idea where we heading. Just going with the flow. But deep inside I know that as much as I want this to work out, I doubt it'll happen. After all, we're 2 totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people might say that it's the differences that attract each other. I used to agree with that too until that thing happened with Yani. I guess 2 different people can only work things out when they're willing to give and take and understand each others feelings. I dunno who failed to do their part in our case. Maybe us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess that's about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep. Roll over one the bed like crazy but still couldn't fall asleep. It's like I'm intoxicated with caffeine or something. So I went to the living room and watched some TV. Nothing interesting. Just some bullshits here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to me. All the time we spent in front of that TV. All the laughter and joy. It's all coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u think I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to feel this way? It's been way too long. But still, everywhere I turn I see her. Damn u woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really alone right now because I have people that I can rely on. But the fact that I still think about her prove 1 thing and that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FRIGGIN' LONELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8768404987703191599?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8768404987703191599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8768404987703191599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-alone-but-lonely.html' title='NOT ALONE BUT LONELY'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6415832569177854920</id><published>2009-03-23T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:41:37.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skema Rawksss'/><title type='text'>AKU HEPI. KORANG LAK CANE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum tido aku da set alarm nak bangun pukul 0730. Konon2 dlm pukul 8 nak bertolak ke UiTM Jengka utk menyudahkan PSM aku la. Ntah berapa kali alarm tu bunyi aku pun x tau la. Yg aku tau aku bangun n siap mandi pe sume da pukul 1100. Pastu bersiap, check kereta pe sume dlm kul 12 baru bertolak ke Jengka. Mujur la supervisor aku kat sana, En.Amran sanggup tunggu sampai kul 1330. X kisah la. Dia pun nak balik umah trus lepas tu. Siap ajar aku wat tearing index test dia trus balik. Seingat aku, ntah berapa kali da dia balik umah sebelum abis office hour. Lantak la. Aku xnk campur urusan peribadi dia. Yg aku tau PSM aku siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp sebelum dia balik sempat la aku discuss ngan dia pasal result eksperimen aku. Dapat la feeds yg berguna untuk aku masukkan dlm aku nye bahagian result &amp;amp; discussion. Dengan bangganya aku mengumumkan bahawa PSM aku da siap ari ni. wahaha... Yg tinggal skrg tulis report ngan wat slide utk presentation Rabu ni je. Esok siapkan slide n tunjuk pd Daddy. Sem lepas x tunjuk langsung slide kat dia sebelum present. Seb baik dapat A gak. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku nk story part yg paling best dalam ari ni. Masa aku tengah sibuk test samples aku tu, ada la 1 call masuk. Tengok nombor, aku x knal lak nombor sape. Aku pun angkat la. Rupa2 nya call tu dr Aldwich Berhad. Salah 1 company yg aku apply untuk latihan industri (LI) aku. Aku disambungkan kepada Cik Norasyikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cik Syikin: Boleh saya bercakap dgn Amirul Syafiq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Ye ni saya bercakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Syikin: Ok, saya Norasyikin dari Aldwich. Awak ada hantar application untuk wat praktikal kat Aldwich kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Ha, ade2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Syikin: Ok, dengan sukacitanya saya nak maklumkan di sini yg awak telah diterima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Errrr........ Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Syikin: So macam mana? Awak terima x tawaran ni? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Errr..... Saya x bley nak decide skrg la cik. Kalo bley saya nak tunggu reply dari company2 lain dulu sblm decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Syikin: Owh. Banayk ke company yg awak hantar application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Saya hantar ke 13 company. Tapi Aldwich la yg 1st bagi reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Syikin: Owh, ye ke? Kalo gitu saya nak jawapan dr awk dgn cepat. Saya nak awak tau yg kami akan beri elaun sebanyak RM500. Tapi tempat tinggal awak kena cari sendiri la. Tapi tu awak x yah risau. Kalau awak confirm, saya akan tanyakan staff2 sini yg duk umah bujang. Bley awak duk ngan dorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: (Uishh....Banyak tu RM500.) Saya dapat bahagian mana ni? Spent Lubricant Recycling ke Catalyst Recovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cik Syikin: Awak dapat recycling. Awak akan ditempatkan di bahagian lab. Tapi awak still dapat belajar pasal kesuluruhan proses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: Menarik gak tu. Gini la. Cik bley bagi saya masa untuk fikir dulu x? Lagipun saya nak tunggu offer2 dr company lain gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cik Syikin: OK. Tapi awak jangan lambat sangat tau. Ada banyak applicants ni. Kami nak sorang laki n sorang pompuan je. Awak ni kira bertuah sangat2 la. Saya harap awak bley bagi jawapan sebelum weekend ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku: (Mana x bertuahnye. Anta ari Jumaat, Isnin da dapat reply.) OK2. Kalo xde offer lain yg masuk, saya akan confirm ngan cik Jumaat ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pehhhh......Memang rasa nak melompat la lepas dapat call tu. X sangka betul aku secepat ni bley dapat reply. Tapi aku de 1 teori yg menarik. Memandangkan application aku sampai last skali, so bendalah tu ada kat atas skali dalam timbunan applications yg lain. Bermakna application yg paling awal dorang tengok kot. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebarangkalian utk aku accept offer ni? 80% So kalo de sape2 yg dapat offer utk LI kat area Teluk Kalung (Kemaman), contact2 la aku. Bley sama2 cari umah sewa. Kalo bley aku nak housemate yg x isap dadah, x minum arak, n x main judi. Tu je. Dadah tu termasuk la ganja ye. Aku x kisah korang nak isap ganja tp jgnla isap dlm umah. Busuk bebenor baunye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe lak nak cakap. Cik syikin tu suara comel gile. Tergoda lak aku dengar. ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, ari ni merupakan ari yg paling Skema Rawksss!!!!!!!! Yeahhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Cik Jojet, sila cucuk HR anda dengan segera. huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6415832569177854920?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6415832569177854920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6415832569177854920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6415832569177854920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6415832569177854920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/aku-hepi-korang-lak-cane.html' title='AKU HEPI. KORANG LAK CANE?'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3700546135262066364</id><published>2009-03-15T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:49:19.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiwang'/><title type='text'>BUKAN PIJA SORANG JE YG BLEY WAT ENTRY JIWANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Him: I miss u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: I miss u too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Him: How much do u miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: A lot. As much as the ocean. How about u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Him: As much as all the hair on every people on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Bur the ocean is greater. It can sink everything. Just look what happened during the tsunami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Him: U're right. I guess I miss u as strong as the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Why the sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Him: The sun is the most powerful thing in the universe. And FYI, it can dry up the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her. When u put it that way, I think u're right. So u miss me that much huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: Yes dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bila memikirkan perbualan di atas, aku sedar yg matahari itu terlalu kuat untuk lautan. Matahari mampu mengeringkan lautan dengan sekelip mata. Seperti fenomena pemanasan global dan kesan rumah hijau yg dialami planet Bumi sekarang. Namun bila dikenangkan, gandingan matahari dan lautan sangat lah cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalu x percaya, lihatlah ketika matahari terbit dan terbenam. Cahaya matahari yg jingga itu, apabila dipantulkan oleh permukaan laut, begitu indah sekali. Ketika itulah kedua-duanya berganding bahu untuk menghasilkan sesuatu yg begitu indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahari juga memberi cahaya kepada bulan. Dan cahaya bulan purnama yg dipantulkan oleh permukaan laut juga menghasilkan suatu pemandangan yg indah. Dan pada siang hari, cahaya matahari yg dipantulkan oleh permukaan bulan juga menghasilkan pemandangan yg indah. Kilauan di permukaan laut itu mampu memukau pandangan sesiapa sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahari dan lautan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciptaan Tuhan dan gandingan yg paling mantap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam Pija? Bley lawan ke? hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3700546135262066364?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3700546135262066364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3700546135262066364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3700546135262066364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3700546135262066364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/bukan-pija-sorang-je-yg-bley-wat-entry.html' title='BUKAN PIJA SORANG JE YG BLEY WAT ENTRY JIWANG'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6236540140977172660</id><published>2009-03-14T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:31:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada beberapa perkara yg perlu dilakukan utk menyiapkan PSM aku minggu depan. Tu pun de kena push ngan Daddy. kalo daddy x push x gerak pon kot. hehe... Minggu lepas fax surat ke MNI utk mintak guna equipment dorg utk test brightness kertas2 aku tu. Mujur la dorang bagi. Guna free je plak tu. Alhamdulillah. Cadangnye nak g Jumaat lepas tp masa aku contact Mr.Tai yg uruskan benda tu, dia x angkat phone lak. MC kata org ofis dia. So Jumaat tu baru la dapat call. So mintak nak guna Isnin depan. Alhamdulillah dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan aku da booking pagi Isnin, kena la bertolak awal. Tapi susah sangat kalo nk bertolak dr UMP. 2 jam lebih gak baru sampai. So aku decide nlk umah ag senang. Dr umah ke sana baru 40 minit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ble da setel kat MNI kena blk UMP semula. Rabu de test EE. Selasa ada lab lak. Kalo x aku memang trus sambung kat UiTM Jengka. Disebabkan test tu maka aku decide nak ke UiTM pada hari Khamis. Tdo 1 malam kat sana kot. Kena jadi anak Ayah De ag la nampaknya. Xpe la. Mak De pon masak sedap so nothing to lose bak kata org kampung aku. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintak2 la rancangan berjalan lancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6236540140977172660?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6236540140977172660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6236540140977172660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6236540140977172660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6236540140977172660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-week.html' title='NEXT WEEK'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6174945554714464445</id><published>2009-03-12T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:26:48.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>DECODE: BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(POMPUAN GEMUK XLEH NANGIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suka makan dada ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bau badan ko mengingatkan aku pada makanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko balik sebab xleh nak tanggung tabiat pemakanan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku nak rumah yg berkunci supaya orang lain xleh pow makanan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To be with myself instead of calamity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan sorang2 lagi best. Kalo ramai2 nanti bising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aman aku kalo dapat makan sorang2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku nak ko tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makanan ni untuk aku sorang je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan2 ni ni hal personal aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku nak ko paham tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rindu pada bau badan ko yg mengingatkan aku pada makanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X dapat bau badan ko pun aku kena teruskn makan gak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masa untuk makan macam pompuan gemuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalo aku nangis nanti orang ingat sebab aku x dapat makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xleh nangis. Kalo x nanti kena ejek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalan yg aku selalu ikut nak ke kedai makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I must go alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalo g ramai2 nanti ade yg mintak belanja makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan slow2 baru nikmat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalo cite fairy tale xde jamuan makan masa ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalo duk situ lama2 mesti x dapat makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak makan macam masa kat sekolah dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan sambil main kad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine, Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan lupa bagi aku coklat banyak2 masa Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan risau sebab aku x penah pegang tangan orang sampai hancur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan sambil pegang tangan orang ag best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jom sama2 makan kat tempat rahsia kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak balik sebab mak da siap masak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da sampai masa makan malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I need to be with myself instead of calamity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan sorang2 lagi best. Kalo ramai2 nanti bising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aman dapat makan sorang2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku suka makanan yg banyak lada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6174945554714464445?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6174945554714464445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6174945554714464445&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6174945554714464445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6174945554714464445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/decode-big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='DECODE: BIG GIRLS DON&apos;T CRY'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3530348411916798529</id><published>2009-03-11T05:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:45:15.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>ORANG TUA ITU</title><content type='html'>Bangun je dari tido tadi, aku terus tengok hp aku. Owh, ada reminder. Birthday orang tua itu rupanya. Da dekat nak masuk 50 da ek umur orang tua itu. Sudah agak tua rupanya. Pada pandangan aku, orang tua yg aku sayangi tu memang banyak kelebihan. Terlalu banyak. Aku membesar dengan mengikut belakang orang tua itu sehinggakan aku x mau menjadi seperti orang lain selain drpd dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia boleh dikatakan seperti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jack of all trades&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi bukan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master of none&lt;/span&gt;. Dia boleh dikatakan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master &lt;/span&gt;dalam mengajar orang lain. Kalau x masakan budak2 yg x corot kat sekolah yg x pernah dapat A dalam mana2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; boleh dapat A. Kira hebat la tu kan? Lepas tu orang tua tu juga berbakat besar dalam seni. Kalau da boleh masuk TV lebih dr sekali sebab berlakon drama tu kira hebat la kan? Then dia main percussions dalam kelab kebudayaan pulak. Tapi aku pelik la. Apsal aku x dapat semua kebolehan tu? Yg aku dapat skill main gitar je. Tu pun x sampai separuh kot. xpe la, aku muda lagi. Slow2 kayuh bak kata dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ni umur orang tua tu da masuk 48 tahun. Macam aku cakap awal2 tadi, da dekat nak masuk 50. Tapi aku rasa bangga dengan dia sebab belum masuk 50 pun da boleh jadi Guru Besar. Untuk sekolah gred A plak tu. Bukan mana2 sekolah je dia boleh masuk. Dan untuk meraikan pencapaian dia, wanita tua yg nampak muda itu pun menghadiahkan sebuah kereta kepadanya. Kta wanita tua itu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Smart pulak mak tengok abah bawak SUV."&lt;/span&gt; Mungkin itulah sebabnya kot. Nak tengok lelaki tua tu memandu dengan gaya yg smart. Tapi lelaki tua tu lebih suka bawak Waja sebab jimat minyak katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari ni aku ingin mengucapkan selamat hari lahir yg ke-48 kepada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohd. Shah b. Mohd Ali &lt;/span&gt;atau yg lebih mesra dengan panggilan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABAH&lt;/span&gt; di rumah. Semoga beliau akan dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki di masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sbbenmy6-2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YbagmSTWF6g/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sbbenmy6-2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YbagmSTWF6g/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311677582540471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saje letak gambar x hensem. Takut nanti ramai sangat yg nak jadi mak tiri aku.Ramai sangat orang cakap muka aku da macam muka abah da skrg. Apa pendapat korang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: Juga mengucapkan happy 28th birthday (28th ke?) kepada Kak Diati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3530348411916798529?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3530348411916798529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3530348411916798529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3530348411916798529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3530348411916798529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/orang-tua-itu.html' title='ORANG TUA ITU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/Sbbenmy6-2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YbagmSTWF6g/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3173226153764453775</id><published>2009-03-06T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:44:24.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>CUPCAKES vs CUP SIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semenjak dua menjak ni aku jadi bingung korang tau. Baca blog orang ni, orang ni ngidam nak makan cupcake. Baca blog orang tu, orang tu wat cupcakes utk bday BF beliau. Baca blog orang sinun lak, orang sinun sibuk bisnes cupcake. Tertanya-tanya gak aku; sejak bila lak manusia2 kat Malaysia ni gila kat cupcakes? Tau2 je sume orang da gila ngan cupcakes atau nama comel yg aku pernah dengar, cuppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best sangat ke cupcakes tu ek? Nape pompuan suka sangat makan bendalah tu? Adakh tabiat memakan cupcakes yg banyak dapat menambah cup size? Mungkin juga kerana kandungan gula yg banyak dapat menambah berat badan sekaligus menambah saiz beberapa bahagian badan yg tertentu. Kalo method ni berkesan, mungkin beberapa orang gadis yg aku kenal patut mencuba. Tapi jangan lupa, selain cup size, kandungan gula dalam darah juga boleh meningkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa ada orang kena wat cupcake utk bagi aku makan la. Nak gak rasa pe yg best sangat pasal bendalah ni kan? Terpaksa mintak kat blog sbb da xde awek nk bagi. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3173226153764453775?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3173226153764453775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3173226153764453775&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3173226153764453775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3173226153764453775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/cupcakes-vs-cup-size.html' title='CUPCAKES vs CUP SIZE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5423832530245281536</id><published>2009-03-05T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:59:54.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>SHOW ME WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR</title><content type='html'>Aku suka lagu ni. Suka sangat2. 1st time dengar lagu ni masa tengok Kyle XY season 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://h.e.c.a.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.e.c.a.aimini.net/play/?fid=aCeHECmLDK5zZXaRoTa7&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://h.e.c.a.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.e.c.a.aimini.net/play/?fid=aCeHECmLDK5zZXaRoTa7&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show Me What I'm Looking For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;by Carolina Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wait, I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Should have done better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please, I'll be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm finding it hard to resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord, I've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've wanted this far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mistakes become regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've learned to love abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord, I've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord, I've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just save me from being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wait, I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't do better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kan bagus kalau ada orang yg tunjukkan benda yg kita cari selama ni. Kan bagus kalau aku dan semua orang jumpa benda yg kitorang cari tu. Perjalanan hidup masih jauh nampaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5423832530245281536?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5423832530245281536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5423832530245281536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5423832530245281536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5423832530245281536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-me-what-im-looking-for.html' title='SHOW ME WHAT I&apos;M LOOKING FOR'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5882147028737842980</id><published>2009-03-03T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:26:48.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>DECODE: YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku yakin mesti ramai yg suka dengar lagu James Blunt You're Beautiful tu kan? Dan aku yakin mesti ramai lelaki yg dedicate lagu tu kepada awek mereka. Konon2 nk puji awek dorang tu cantik la kan. Padahal lagu tu pasal seorang lelaki yg suka pada seorang pompuan cantik yg x akan dia miliki. Tapi ada maksud lain dalam lagu ni. Korang nak tau? Teruskan membaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sangat cerdik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku masih teruna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku nampak antu kat umah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku memang konpem aku nampak hantu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ada orang menggatal ngan aku kat stesen LRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah ade boyfriend pon nak menggatal ngan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku memang kuat tido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku tido sambil dengar lagu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko memang cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko memang cantik. Aku x tipu ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat tempat sesak pon aku bley nampak ko. Nampak sangat ko tu gemuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebab ko nak makan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku xnak bersama pompuan yg nak makan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kantoi aku usha dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku usha dia masa berselisih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia tengok muka aku pon dia da tau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Flying/Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...yang aku tengah lalok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebab aku nak larikan diri selamanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last 'til the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana bley lupa kenangan jumpa pompuan yg nak makan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko cantik, aku x tipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat tempat sesak pon aku bley nampak ko. Nampak sangat ko tu gemuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebab ko nak makan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku xnak bersama pompuan yg nak makan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko cantik, ko cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko cantik, aku x tipu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antu kat umah aku tu selalu tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antu tu sokong sangat kalo ko makan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antu tu kena terima hakikat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...yg aku xkan bersama pompuan yg nak makan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang ni korang da tau maksud tersirat kepada lagu yg beautiful ni. Dan kepada lelaki2 di luar sana, fikir elok2 sebelum dedicate lagu ni kat awek korang. Dibuatnye awek korang tu da baca entry ni, x ke naya korang kena marah. Da satu keje lak nak pujuk awek korang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5882147028737842980?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5882147028737842980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5882147028737842980&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5882147028737842980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5882147028737842980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/decode-youre-beautiful.html' title='DECODE: YOU&apos;RE BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5827052039597216555</id><published>2009-03-02T04:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:04:18.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>WHO WANTS TO BE A SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK2, aku rasa memang da ramai yang da tengok filem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Slumdog Millionaire"&lt;/span&gt; ni. Ye la, filem yang menang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Best Picture"&lt;/span&gt; dalam Oscar la katakan. Bagi aku, cerita ni memang superb. Jalan cerita dan pengolahan yang sangat menarik. Flashback pon bersesuaian dengan timing dan jalan cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun filem ni ada mengetengahkan pergolakan Hindu-Islam di India dalam salah satu babak flashback, bagi aku faktor tersebut bukanla sesuatu yang perlu dijadikan isu memandangkan benda tu da memang sah terjadi. So kalo ada pihak yang mengatakan filem ni menghina kedua-dua agama tersebut maka ketuklah kepala mereka. Asal ada kaitan ngan agama je nak dijadikan isu. Come on la. Bukan benda rekaan pun tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti ramai yg x sangka filem yg diterajui oleh barisan pelakon2 baru ni boleh menang Oscar kan? Tapi bagi aku faktor tu la yg menjadikan filem ni menarik. macam filem2 Yasmin Ahmad gak la kan; pelakon2 yg x pernah dikenali tapi filem2 beliau semuanya pecah panggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula2 aku tau filem ni nak kuar aku ingatkan filem ni akan sama seperti filem 2 Bollywood tipikal yg pernah pecah panggung sebelum ni. Tapi jangkaan aku meleset sama sekali. Filem ni jauh berbeza dr mana2 filem Bollywood yg pernah aku tonton. Walaupun nilai2 yg disampaikan dalam filem ni pernah disampaikan dalam filem2 sebelumnya, tapi cara penyampaiannya begitu berbeza dan boleh dikatakan jauh dari segala macam klise yg pernah dipaparkan dalam filem2 tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu kelainan filem ni ialah pengarah2 yg terlibat iaitu Danny Boyle dan Loveleen Tandan; seorang kulit putih dan seorang India. Penerbitnya pula ialah Christian Colson. Jadi, adakah formula untuk menghasilkan sebuah filem Bollywood yg baik ialah dengan melibatkan pengarah dan penerbit dr luar? Jika itulah formulanya, mungkin filem Malaysia dapat diselamatkan dengan segera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada satu je faktor yg betul2 membuat aku tertarik. Ketiadaan adegan menyanyi, menari-nari, berkejar-kejaran turun naik gunung, dan guling2 atas tanah yg kebiasaannya melibatkan pelbagai kostum yg dipakai oleh watak2 dalam filem tersebut. Sungguh berbeza dgn filem2 Bollywood yg lain. Hanya 1 je adegan tari-menari iaitu di hujung filem ini. Itupun tidak diselitkan adegan2 yg disebutkan sebentar tadi. Jadi, adakah formula utk menghasilkan filem Bollywood yg bagus ialah dengan mengurangkan adegan2 tari-menari dan menyanyi dalam pelbagai jenis pakaian sambil berlari-lari turun naik bukit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mana2 budak UMP yg nk tengok filem ni, sila download dr FTP &lt;a href="ftp://172.25.164.141/MOVIES/%5B2008%5D%20Slumdog.Millionaire/"&gt;Nubu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5827052039597216555?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5827052039597216555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5827052039597216555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5827052039597216555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5827052039597216555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-wants-to-be-slumdog-millionaire.html' title='WHO WANTS TO BE A SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE?'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-895467636886905660</id><published>2009-02-28T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:21:49.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semua orang ada nombor bertuah masing2. Kalo x bertuah pon, nombor favorite la. Ada sesetengah orang tu nombor favorite dia ialah nombor jersey footballer kegemaran dia. Tu aku x campo. lantak korang la nak pilih nombor apa pon. jangan g beli nombor ekor dah la ye. haram dalam Islam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku nak gak la cite nape aku suka nombor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; ni kan. Peristiwa terjadi pada tahun 1997. Masa tu mak aku nak lahirkan satu2 nya adik lelaki aku. Alhamdulillah mak selamat melahirkan Iwan pada &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;/12/1997. Lepas selamat tu, mak menerima &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; jahitan. Lepas tu mak ditempatkan di katil nombor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;. Lagi satu, masa tu mak drive kereta bernombor plat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1717&lt;/span&gt;. Ada lagu satu perkara pasal &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; tapi x ingat da ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So semenjak dari itu aku rasa macam best je nombor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; ni. macam ada magic la plak. Lagi satu kalo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 + 7 = 8&lt;/span&gt;. Ada ong meh. Huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, adakah Saudara Yopiscky mahu menjelaskan ketaksuban beliau terhadap nombor ini juga? Kita tunggu dan lihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-895467636886905660?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/895467636886905660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=895467636886905660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/895467636886905660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/895467636886905660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2837602122688281289</id><published>2009-02-27T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:59:06.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>BETUL LA TU, MEMANG TENGAH BOSAN PON</title><content type='html'>OK2, aku jumpa bendalah ni kat blog &lt;a href="http://liyanajaafar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liyana&lt;/a&gt;. Aku bosan. Sangat bosan sekarang ni. So aku wat je la bendalah ni. Sementara menunggu Chot bersiap. Macam menarik je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 1. Put your iTunes, Winamp, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 4. DO NOT CHEAT &amp;amp; Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You Rock My World by Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Kantoi lak. huhu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Knights of Cydonia by MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Aku suka kesatria pompuan ke???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Hatiku Kau Guris Luka by Sweet September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Hah? Kalo 2 bulan lepas logik la kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mandy by Barry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Tapi x pernah ag jumpa pompuan nama Mandy. Laki nama Muniandy pon x penah gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pictures of You by The Last Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In Joy and Sorrow by HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just Feel Better by Carlos Santana &amp;amp; Steve Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Memang aku baru feel better pon....lalala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Silly Lily by Bunkface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cousin aku silly ke? hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Stay by Estrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yes, I want my best friend to stay....sane!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Crucify My Love by X-JAPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Time is Running Out by MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Gilo....Aku xnak la asyik x cukup masa je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Holiday by Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yeahhh....Aku nak g holiday ngan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I Got You (I Feel Good) by James Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Damn...Macam best je. ngehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All About Loving You by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hahaha...Aku tau sume orang sayang aku (perasan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Automatic Eyes by The Academy is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yessss......Mata yg automatik mencari pompuan2 cun. Wallaweyyy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dugaannya by Hujan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ye. Memang aku takut dengan dugaan-Nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Flavor of Life by Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yes, my flavor of life is a secret. Hah? Kari ko cakap? Banyak la ko!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Morning by Estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Sebab da lama x bangun pagi. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Foolish Senses by Estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Erk??? X la kawan2. Aku x rasa gitu pon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2837602122688281289?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2837602122688281289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2837602122688281289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2837602122688281289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2837602122688281289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/betul-la-tu-memang-tengah-bosan-pon.html' title='BETUL LA TU, MEMANG TENGAH BOSAN PON'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6402770339441672444</id><published>2009-02-21T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:53:33.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>CHEERLEADER EFFECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, entry kali ini bukan nak cerita pasal cite heroes yg ada tagline "Save the cheerleader, save the world" tu. Tapi nk cite pasal cheerleader effect. Kalo cakap pasal cheerleader mesti terfikir pasal sekumpulan pompuan seksi lagi cantik tul x? So tu la tujuan entry kali ni, untuk membincangkan kecantikan perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa ramai yg da tau kot aku teman Dupey kat wad HTAA Ahad lepas masa lepas dia ngan Fendy accident tu. Mula2 masuk wad tu sunyi je. Ye la, da kul 5 pagi. xkan la nak riuh rendah macam pasar malam Gambang lak kan? So bila sampai pukul 7 pagi, nurse akan tukar syif. Aku rasa masa tu la ada pemandangan yg paling menarik sekali. Nurses yg da keletihan dan kelesuan sume keluar dan digantikan dengan nurses yg segar bugar. Pergerakan keluar masuk yg cukup seimbang dan sempurna. Buruk keluar, cantik masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun baru la perasan kenapa ramai orang suka mengorat nurse. Cantik rupanya dorang tu sume. Aku rasa da jadi macam satu syarat lak; nak jadi nurse kena lawa. Kalo x lawa ko jadi lab assistant je la. huhu... So aku memang terpegun la tengok nurses yg baru masuk syif tu. Cantik2 belaka. Rasanya xde sorang pun yg x cantik kot. Then tiba2 aku teringat kata2 Barney Stinson dari sitkom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, aku teringat pasal Cheerleader Effect (CE)!!! Korang tau apa itu CE? CE boleh didefinisikan sebagai &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekumpulan perempuan kelihatan cantik hanya apabila mereka berada dalam satu kumpulan. Apabila kita mengamati perempuan2 tersebut satu persatu maka kita akan sedar yang setiap satu daripada mereka tidaklah secantik mana.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kawan2 semua, berhati-hatilah apabila terserempak dengan sekumpulan perempuan yg korang rasa cantik. Amatilah setiap seorang drpd mereka betul2 supaya anda tidak menjadi mangsa kepada CE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6402770339441672444?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6402770339441672444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6402770339441672444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6402770339441672444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6402770339441672444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheerleader-effect.html' title='CHEERLEADER EFFECT'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2175272440062481876</id><published>2009-02-15T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>CUBAAN BERANI MATI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entry ini bukan untuk menceritakan percubaan berani mati aku menunggang motosikal merentasi deretan bas seperti Evel Knievel ataupun melakukan terjunan bungee dari ketinggian 1000m. Tapi aku nak cite je percubaan aku untuk mengayat pompuan. huhu... Ye la, da 2 taun lebey x guna skill tu, aku takut da ilang je keperluan utama setiap lelaki tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So di suatu tempat dan di suatu masa yg x dapat diberitahu. Aku memandang dia dengan penuh hati2. Xtau la nak cakap apa kat dia. Kalo salah cakap nanti x pasal2 kena maki depan orang ramai. maunya mati pucuk trus aku nanti. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ahhh.... Gamble sudah!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Teriakku dalam hati. Aku da tau nama dia, so aku panggil je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"*nama dia*, saya nak nombor HP awak bley x?"&lt;/span&gt; Aku bertanya dgn suara yg kurang jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Nak watpe ngan no HP saya?"&lt;/span&gt; jawab si gadis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Saya nak ngorat awak la."&lt;/span&gt; Ye aku tau ayat tersebut direct terlampau dan aku terasa begitu bodoh sekali tapi da terkeluar nk wat cane kan? Bukan macam kayak yg boleh diundur macam En. Azhar ajar masa ko-q dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka dia macam pelik sikit. Pastu dia tanya aku lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Awak guna nombor pe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Celcom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Saya amik no awak je la ek. Nanti saya call awak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..... Aku rasa tu jawapan versi sopan untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ko ingat senang2 je aku nak bagi nombor aku kat ko? jangan mimpi la!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku bagi gak nombor aku. Untung sabut timbul, untung batu tenggelam, ye x? Pastu aku cakap la,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Kalo awak x call saya x kisah. Saya faham."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu trus balik tido. Memang pompuan ni xkan call aku la kot. X lama lepas tu ada orang wat missed call. Aku pon SMS la nombor tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ni *nama dia* ke?"&lt;/span&gt; Aku bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Em, ye la."&lt;/span&gt; Dia menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun macam terkesima la. Seronok lak rasanya. Antara highlights dalam hidup selepas menjanda ni. Eh silap. Menduda. huhu... Dan aku x lagi menghidapi post-breakup syndrome yang dikatakan mengambil masa yg sangat lama untuk senmbuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada kawan2 yg memberi sokongan x berbelah bahagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2175272440062481876?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2175272440062481876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2175272440062481876&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2175272440062481876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2175272440062481876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/cubaan-berani-mati.html' title='CUBAAN BERANI MATI'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2557014177104225525</id><published>2009-02-13T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:07:01.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>EXPLANATION: DELETED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, kepada sume pembaca baru yg nk membaca entry bertajuk EXPLANATION tu, aku minta maaf banyak2. Aku de delete da pon. Banyak sangat drama yg timbul dr entry tu. Niat aku utk menjelaskn perkara yg sebenar telah disalah anggap oleh sesetengah pihak sebagai usaha utk mengaibkn pasangan tu dan utk menagih simpati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, kepada semua yg telah meninggalkan komen yg positif, aku ucapkn jutaan terima kasih. Walaupun aku tau tindakan aku ni xkn menjernihkan keadaan antara aku ngan dia, tp at least aku harap dpt melancarkn PD group kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2557014177104225525?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2557014177104225525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2557014177104225525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2557014177104225525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2557014177104225525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/explanation-deleted.html' title='EXPLANATION: DELETED'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8432653714247182025</id><published>2009-02-07T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>EX-GAMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1st of all, this isn't the entry to talk about skateboarding or whatnot. 2 more days and it'll be 2 months after the breakup. Tbh, this breakup isn't the easisest at all. To many things happened and too many people got involved. But come to think of it, no breakups are easy to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that the entries about her and everything about the breakup that came out of my mouth just make her looks bad. Honestly, I didn't add up anything to these stories. They all came from my heart and from what I've been through for these past months. If the readers think that she's bad then it's not my fault. The readers have their rights to judge. I know I did a lot of awful things when we were together and I owned up to all of it. There are reasons for me to do all those things but I don't think it's a good idea to write about it here. I just wanna make this entry as short as possible and writing about that thing will only drag this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my weaknesses and I admit that. She also has hers and as hard as it is, I tried to accept them all because there's no perfection in a relationship. so it's better to accept them rather than to change all of em. It took me a while to realized it but when I did, it was already too late for me. Well, that's my lost. And maybe hers a bit because I was so damn confident that the new me will make her happier than ever. But there's no use crying over spilled milk. I have to go on with my life, just like her. Maybe the next girl will get the special treatment. But if only I can get myself to trust another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people seems to sympathize with me now. And I'm quite surprised to see that a lot of lecturers at the faculty are starting to recognize me now. It's good in a way but then thinking about how they got to know me, I felt kinda disappointed. But nonetheless, they care about me and none of them is looking down on me. They all want me to make it in life and so I'll make the remaining 3 months of my study here more meaningful. Even though from before the breakup I wanna make this final semester a time to remember for both of us. But now all that we can remember are the fights and the backstabbing. Well, whatever. What's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the recent turn of events made her hate me more. And some things that I just found out about her also made me hate her and I'm pretty thankful that God showed me all these things now. All this time I prayed that I will able to forget about her. Now I realized that when u asked something from God, He won't just give it to u in a direct form. He'll give u a chance/reason to do so. In my case, He gave me the reason to forget her. Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see her happy, even she's no longer with me. So maybe I'll stop talking about the breakup now since these kinda things made her unhappy. I wanna thank everyone who has supported me all this time and give me the strength to move on with my life. There are so many of u to be named so u people know who u are. I sincerely thank u from my heart. And to Yani, I'm sorry if all these things hurt u. But trust me, it hurts me more that it does to u. I hope u and Halim will live happily ever after. And yeah, don't bother with me anymore. I'll be the bad guy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8432653714247182025?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8432653714247182025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8432653714247182025&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8432653714247182025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8432653714247182025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/02/ex-games.html' title='EX-GAMES'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-9209590525675176892</id><published>2009-01-31T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>STILL TRYING</title><content type='html'>It hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I know man. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like this. This feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then just let it go man. She's not the only one u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think I wanna do that? I hate feeling like this but I can't get it out of my head. It just came to me and I have no control over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just forgive her. It's not like u haven't done anything wrong to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I never did this kinda thing to her. I never leave her hanging like this. I always came back to her. And I'm sure as hell never leave her for another person. Plus, I don't know how to let this thing go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;U and her were never meant to be together. It's all God's work. Us humans have no control whatsoever over it. Just accept that fact already and u can move on with yer life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't u see I'm trying here?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's already engaged for God's sake. But I still can't let it go. I loved her and she betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But yer luck is turning around now u know. Yer dad still have trust in u. Yer family still supports u. And u still have yer friends to rely on to.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know that. U have no idea how much I felt the urge to contact her when I was home. Everywhere I look I saw her. Even at Tok's house. All I could see was her.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every single fucking thing reminded me of her.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is the worst feeling a guy could ever felt ya know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hate being so powerless like this. I feel weak.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And I hate seeing u like this man. Chin up already. Time will heal everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah well I hope time do his job quickly because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't take this shit anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-9209590525675176892?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/9209590525675176892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=9209590525675176892&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9209590525675176892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9209590525675176892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-trying.html' title='STILL TRYING'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1191526470370956749</id><published>2009-01-15T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>STILL NOT OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, so no matter how hard I wanna make myself feels better, I just failed. I dunno why this happens. Maybe she has put some spell on me; she dumps me and I'll feel miserable for all eternity. Yeah, that kind of curse. So I found some quotes regarding broken heart just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desicomments.com/user/2008/04/8982/broken+heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.desicomments.com/user/2008/04/8982/broken+heart.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;final comfort that is small, but not cold:  The heart is the only broken instrument that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t leave everything to to God though, because:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is something positive for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; “Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. “&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And as positive as it gets:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or you can laugh it away with something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And never giving up:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It takes a minute to like someone, and hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a life time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quotes froom soundoflife.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1191526470370956749?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1191526470370956749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1191526470370956749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1191526470370956749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1191526470370956749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-not-ok.html' title='STILL NOT OK'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6670160520178549099</id><published>2009-01-13T05:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:04:02.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>BOYCOTT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel-275x275.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel-275x275.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everywhere I look and turn nowadays, I'll see signs and posters encouraging people to boycott the products that are claimed to be supporting the Israeli's campaign against the Palestinian. Tbh, I never really pay attention to all this boycotting stuff because I doubt that it'll give any impact to the boycotted companies. But then recently I learned that several companies have actually suffered from these so called boycotts. So I thought to myself,"Hey, these people might be getting somewhere with all these boycott stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I came across a website that lists all the brands that should be boycotted because of their ties with Israel. U can access this website &lt;a href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-brands.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. There are also explanations as to how those brands are connected to Israel so be sure to read it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After accessing that site, u might notice that most of them are the brands that we use in our daily lives. I'm surprised to see them myself. But don't let yer spirit down just yet. Keep in mind that there are always substitutes to all these brands. Don't let yer dependencies on these brands stop you from stopping the massacre in Palestine. I mean there are lots of drinks that taste better than Coke and Sprite. U can shop at other places and not only at Carrefour. And yes, I've seen a lot of people live to their 6o's without having a single bite of KitKat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of u might see my act of posting this entry as an act of Muslim. I don't deny that. But keep in mind that I'm also doing this as a fellow human being who's sick of seeing all those innocent people being suppress by those devils. By devils I don't mean Jews. I'm referring to those fucking Israelis who's supporting those attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keep in mind that this call isn't exclusively to my fellow Muslim brothers and sisters. It's also a call for all the people who are against the use of violence in order to get something. And one more thing, who said u  can only fight fire with fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are lazy to click on the link or just couldn't access it, here are the list of the brands that should be boycotted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.themuslimwoman.com/boycott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 484px;" src="http://www.themuslimwoman.com/boycott.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6670160520178549099?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6670160520178549099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6670160520178549099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6670160520178549099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6670160520178549099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/boycott.html' title='BOYCOTT???'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3979699458142410585</id><published>2009-01-11T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:02:02.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can See Clearly Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jimmy Cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see clearly now the rain is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, I can make it now the pain is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is the rainbow I've been praying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ooh...) Look all around, there's nothing but blue skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look straight ahead, there's nothing but blue skies. (Ies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see clearly now the rain is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the rainbow I've been praying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real, real, real, real bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, hey, it's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshinin' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the title and the song says. I can see things clearly now. No more sorrow, no more sadness, no more anger. Just as Rika-chan says....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happppyyyyyy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; v(^_^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Che Jah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3979699458142410585?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3979699458142410585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3979699458142410585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3979699458142410585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3979699458142410585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6477917640660837615</id><published>2009-01-10T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:01:31.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>TRYING TO MOVE ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title says it all. I'm trying really hard to move on with my life. It's been a month since the breakup and nothing good has happened to me. I'm still sad. I can hardly sleep at night. My head keeps aching from time to time, especially when I think about her. My friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alberto&lt;/span&gt; from Florida keep telling me to not think about her so much. I want to. I really want to. But the fact is that when u've been with someone for more than 2 years, it's hard to just not think about her in a month. But in her case, she already got a new man and they're getting engaged on the Chinese New Year that is like 2 weeks from now. And she already decided that not even 2 weeks after we broke up. She really move on with her life but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the only time I can stop thinking about her is when I'm with my friends. But then when I'm all alone, the thoughts of her keep rushing to my head. Especially when I'm going to bed.I  tried stopping them but I just can't. And it sucks to experience that kind of ordeal in my daily life. So that's why I've been staying up at night until 6 or 7 in the morning before going to bed. At least at that time my mind is completely tired and I can fall asleep almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that it helps for me to talk about this with my friends with the same experience. The same experience here meaning their ex broke up with them and got engaged to other men. But they're lucky they don't have to face their ex in their daily life. I meet her almost everyday. In class, in the group project meetings. During each of the meetings, I'm always screaming in my head, "Just end this fucking meeting already!!!" I can't look at her for long. It just breaks my heart into smaller pieces. I'm trying to heal my heart here and seeing her everyday doesn't seem to help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm haunted by 'should haves' and right now. I should have showed her that I really care about her. I should have persuade her even more to not go through with the breakup, I should have shown her that I've really changed during the semester break. I really have changed during the semester break. I think she knows that too but doesn't really bother to pay much attention because she's been planning to break up with me months ago. Knowing that fact is like being hit by an airplane. It really hurts. My body can't even move and it sucks a lot. And she also has been lying to me throughout the semester break. Fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't accept the fact that the person that I love has been lying to me for more than a month. All those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sayang dia"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"muek muek"&lt;/span&gt; were meaningless all this time. She's a lying bitch and I just can't trust any words that come out of that mouth of hers anymore. But the most disturbing thing is that I still have feelings for her. I'm still hoping that she'll get back to me. It's pathetic right? But that's the truth. I really wanna meet other girls but I just don't have the chance yet. And to be honest, I don't think I have my pick-up skills anymore. It seems like after being in a relationship for more than a year, those skills just left u automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried thinking about her negative sides. She's annoying. She's really pushy. She's clingy. She's kinda materialistic. She doesn't have the nicest body. But all those things didn't make the feelings that I have go away. That's because while I'm thinking about all those negative stuffs, I'm also thinking about all the good things that she has done for me when we were together. All those sacrifices that she has made. It really makes me miss her more. People always say that u will only know someone's worth when they're gone and they're absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps saying that she loves me and cares about me. She still wants me to be a part of her life. And those things she said make me more confused. If she loves me, then why did she lied to me. Why did she agreed to marry that guy? Why did she hurts me this much? I know I've done some bad things to her in the past, but I don't think that I deserve this sort of punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear God, if she's meant to be with that guy, then please take away all my feelings for her and. give her all the happiness in the world. I don't wanna see her suffer. I just wanna see her happy, eventhough she's not with me. But, if they're not meant to be together, then please end their relationship quickly before she gets hurt even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I just wanna move on and I don't know how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6477917640660837615?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6477917640660837615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6477917640660837615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6477917640660837615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6477917640660837615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-move-on.html' title='TRYING TO MOVE ON'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3776623690274655691</id><published>2009-01-05T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>WHEN MY FRIEND CRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight I chatted with my friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; on YM. It's been a while after our last conversation and I have to say that I missed her quite a bit. We talked a bit about my break up. He asked me to be strong and get through life as usual. And I have to say, after talking and blogging about the break up, I feel a lot calmer lately. I can laugh with my friends again, make stupid jokes with them and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I asked her about her new bf. I knew about him from reading her blog. But then she said that she's having a big problem atm.  Her bf is seriously ill and he might not have a long time to live. Upon hearing that I was like WTF???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's suffering from stroke right now and his left hand is already paralyzed. What's worst is that his right hand is also starting to get paralyzed and according to her, he'll be fully paralyzed soon. The doctors can't do anything to stop it. They can only slow down the process. His legs are starting to get weak and he can't even talk properly now. He keeps on falling each time he wanna walk or stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a 24 year old musician. He can play almost every instruments known to us. He uses his talents to compose songs for his bands and some TV commercials. With the money he earned, he uses it to help his family. He's very responsible and talented. But now with his condition, he can't do all that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanna get married and have a child before he goes away. My friend is willing to give her all that. By looking at my friend, many people might not believe that she's willing to do that but trust me, she's one awesome lady. Any guy will be lucky enough to have her. Imagine a medical student who is willing to extend her studies just to take care of her love one. And her family supports her fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/dsc03056s.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my friend's bf and this picture was taken on the New Year's Eve. By that time, his left hand is already paralyzed. But look at his face; he's still happy. He's happy because he don't want his gf to cry or be sad. He's still strong even though he knows what will happen to him tomorrow. His name is &lt;i&gt;Naufael Zahedi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends who are reading this post, I hope we all can pray to God and wish that he will get what he dreams for before he goes. And also wish for his conditions to stop getting worse. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;, if u're reading this, I hope u will stay strong throughout all this. Remember what I told u; u have to become a doctor who'll find the cure for his conditions. And also the gf who will cheer up his days forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3776623690274655691?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3776623690274655691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3776623690274655691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3776623690274655691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3776623690274655691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-my-friend-cried.html' title='WHEN MY FRIEND CRIED'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8342642554683794721</id><published>2009-01-04T04:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:02:02.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>ALREADY OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say parting is such sweet sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still looking for the sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like a baby now,&lt;br /&gt;These tears don't miss a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be anyone but Here,&lt;br /&gt;And anyplace else but Me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just climb inside my head awhile,&lt;br /&gt;My demons have a date with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Orson - Already Over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know how many times I have to write about this break up before I'm satisfied and happy again. Life has been so unfair to me these past month. All around the world people are being happy with the New Year but I'm just all alone. Well, not really alone since there were these 2 queers who took me out clubbing to help me forget my sadness. Of all the people I know, only these 2 people took the effort to cheer me up. Who said queers don't understand straight people's feelings? Those guys understand me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about paying her back for everything she did to me. All the heartache, sadness, betrayal, humiliation, jealousy. All those feelings came at me at the same time and became a cocktail of disaster hence led to the accident I was involved. And the accident only added up to my frustration. My parents kinda lost their trust in me. That's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna scream out loud so that people would know how I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna punch and break things to let my anger out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna cry and cry so that my sadness will go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna bang my head so hard that it'll give me amnesia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna make her life miserable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna destroy her hopes and dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna disappear from this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know for a fact that being like this is weak and pathetic of me but to be honest, I was never strong to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends family, and the people at M-C who gave me courage and support especially Tok, Cik Jah, Cik Mil, DHG, and Munie, I can't thank u guys enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8342642554683794721?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8342642554683794721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8342642554683794721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8342642554683794721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8342642554683794721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/already-over.html' title='ALREADY OVER'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2478823289549991716</id><published>2009-01-03T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:03:26.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>BROKEN MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to scream until no sound comes out and you've learned your lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to swallow these pills to get to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I dont have to make a bad impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to start to be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I'm sick of everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I'm breaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will learn to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I will stand a broken man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna take back all the shit that I have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I guess you were better off without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to start to be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I'm sick of everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm breaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will learn to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I will stand a broken man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took one big step and I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never got your story straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm everything you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took one big step and I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never got your story straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm everything you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took one big step and I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never got your story straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm everything you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm breaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will learn to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I will stand a broken man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you bring me down (I took one big step and I looked away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never got your story straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm everything you hate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will learn to love again (I took one big step and I looked away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always too late...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://q.0.c.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.0.c.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bc0QWSucFDh3BN9gqWwS&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://q.0.c.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.0.c.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bc0QWSucFDh3BN9gqWwS&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This is my song for the moment. I'm just a broken man at the moment. And I need to be fixed immediately. Can someone do that for me? Can someone make me happy again? Make me smile again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2478823289549991716?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2478823289549991716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2478823289549991716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2478823289549991716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2478823289549991716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-man.html' title='BROKEN MAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5873464172790681700</id><published>2008-12-30T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:01:21.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>MY ANGER, MY REVENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be happy with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want u to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted u to be happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be loved by u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that the person u love isn't happy with u.&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts more to see them being happy with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I'm happy again, u won't even smell happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5873464172790681700?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5873464172790681700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5873464172790681700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5873464172790681700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5873464172790681700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-anger-my-revenge.html' title='MY ANGER, MY REVENGE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5710817057146921178</id><published>2008-12-30T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:02:02.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>CINTA INI MEMBUNUHKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau membuat ku berantakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau membuat ku tak karuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau membuat ku tak berdaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau menolakku acuhkan diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagaimana caranya untuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meruntuhkan kerasnya hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku sadari ku tak sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku tak seperti yang kau inginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau hancurkan aku dengan sikapmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak sadarkah kau telah menyakitiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lelah hati ini meyakinkanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinta ini membunuhku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagaimana caranya untuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meruntuhkan kerasnya hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku sadari ku tak sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku tak seperti yang kau inginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics just hit me like an airplane. I can just relate to every single words of it. If some of u are still wondering why did I picked this song, I'll just tell u straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking single and it's not my decision to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-5710817057146921178?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/5710817057146921178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=5710817057146921178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5710817057146921178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/5710817057146921178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinta-ini-membunuhku.html' title='CINTA INI MEMBUNUHKU'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-74188122276122484</id><published>2008-09-15T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:00:34.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengal'/><title type='text'>ON THE 15th DAY OF RAMADHAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Realize it or not it's already the 15th of Ramadhan. Meaning that we're already halfway through the month of fasting and halfway to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;. So I wanna review on what I did on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subuh &lt;/span&gt;around 06:30 and set the alarm at 11:20 since I have class at 12:00. I think 40 minutes ought to give me enough time to prepare for it. So I went to sleep. Then the alarm goes on at 11:20. I wake up and thought to myself, "It's still kinda early. I'll set it to snooze and wake up 20 minutes later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened but I was awoken by the call from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"B, da kul 11:50 da ni. Awak xnk g klas ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I guess it's already too late. I hate to rush myself into getting ready. So I decided I'll just skip the class. It's only for an hour and the lecturer doesn't really mind if students come or not. Well at least that's what I thought. Then I got another call from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayang&lt;/span&gt; at 13:26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"B, tadi Tuan Haji cari awak dalam kelas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG!!! WTF!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He didn't ask&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for me when I skipped the class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last time. Dammit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'll just tell hime some excuses later on. He'll buy it. By the way, I need to tell u guys that this lecturer is also my supervisor for my final year project. I better not diss him off or I'll get low marks for my paper. No worries, I'll just get back to sleep. Then at 14:41 the lecturer called me on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Amirul, u pegi mana tadi? Saya x nampak pun u dalam kelas saya tadi. Kamu tidur ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With the I-just-woke-up voice plus a runny nose sound I answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, saya x sihat la ari ni Tuan Haji. &lt;/span&gt;*snort*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Selsema sikit. Ada apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Saya nak tau u nak buat visit ke UiTM tu bila?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya nak buat hari Rabu ni &lt;/span&gt;*snort*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapi hari tu cuti plak nanti. *&lt;/span&gt;snort&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Hari esok boleh Tuan Haji?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hari esok saya takde masa free. Meeting sepanjang hari. Kalau pagi Jumaat tu kita pegi boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak boleh la Tuan Haji *&lt;/span&gt;snort&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*. Saya ada test pagi tu. Kalau gitu kita pegi minggu depan je la ek Tuan Haji."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK OK. Kita pegi minggu depan je la. Kamu beritau la orang kat sana. Assalamualaikum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*&lt;/span&gt;Snort* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waalaikumsalam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Firstly, I wanna say that I'm ver proud of my sick voice lol. What else to do except going back to sleep. I finally woke up at around 18:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aiseh, da tinggal Zohor aku ari ni. Hampeh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's what I did on the 15th day of Ramadhan. Thanks for reading.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-74188122276122484?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/74188122276122484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=74188122276122484&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/74188122276122484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/74188122276122484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-15th-day-of-ramadhan.html' title='ON THE 15th DAY OF RAMADHAN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2337414148937952393</id><published>2008-09-14T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:17:57.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>BLOG UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan ini aku mengumumkan bahawa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skema Rawks&lt;/span&gt; kini berwajah baharu. Aku da bosan dengan background yang berwarna hitam itu. Aku juga da bosan dengan header yang sebelum ini. So aku wat page ni berimej lebih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; dengan background baru, header baru, dan juga cbox yang berimej baru. Harap semua pembaca yang tak seberapa ramai semua berpuas hati dan lebih selesa membaca isi kandungan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skema Rawks &lt;/span&gt;selepas ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2337414148937952393?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2337414148937952393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2337414148937952393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2337414148937952393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2337414148937952393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-update.html' title='BLOG UPDATE'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8686083643275212276</id><published>2008-09-14T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:44:54.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm dreaming dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm scheming schemes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm building castles high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're born anew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their days are few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like a sweet butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as the daylight is dawning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They come again in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty bubbles in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They fly so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearly reach the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then like my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They fade and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortune's always hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've looked everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm forever blowing bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty bubbles in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this song when I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Street Hooligans &lt;/span&gt;a few months ago. The movie features &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elijah Wood&lt;/span&gt; as a journalism student drop out that came to to live with his sister in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East London&lt;/span&gt;. There he met his sister's brother-in-law who's involved in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Street Elite, &lt;/span&gt;a football firm for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Ham Utd FC&lt;/span&gt;. The song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever Blowing Bubbles &lt;/span&gt;is the team's anthem that was introduced by the club's former manager &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie Paynter &lt;/span&gt;in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1920's. The firm members sing this song at pubs usually before the team's matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song very much. It reminds me of my broken dreams and all the shits that happened in my life. A song that encourages me to do better in order to achieve my hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2B0G4EFPA0&amp;amp;Autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=1&amp;amp;songID=V2B0G4EFPA0" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 300px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,Tahoma; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8686083643275212276?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8686083643275212276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8686083643275212276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8686083643275212276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8686083643275212276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-blowing-bubbles.html' title='FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-5777932168033158802</id><published>2008-09-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:10:55.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>THE BROKEN TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="post_message_52896" class="vb_postbit"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Broken Toy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a toy&lt;br /&gt;Used to give u happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm as good as broken&lt;br /&gt;For the words are left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making u happy is my sole purpose&lt;br /&gt;But then time could only make it worse&lt;br /&gt;Being broken beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;Had only left me in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now sitting by the old chest&lt;br /&gt;Looking around on what's left behind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to do except wishing for the best&lt;br /&gt;And hoping for happiness that I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Amirul is moderately outgoing. His emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, he can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes.&lt;p&gt;Amirul will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he might be sad. He has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because he is in between. Psychology calls Amirul an ambivert. He understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, he will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." He doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing him to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to him. He puts himself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet he will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Amirul is an expressive person. He outwardly shows his emotions. He may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amirul is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. He weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when he finally has to. He basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q21_1094009295.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Amirul doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q23_1094009506.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amirul will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Amirul believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q24_1094009749.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amirul will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want his opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q26_1094010066.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because Amirul has sharp needle pointed 'm' and 'n' humps, he has a very sharp mind. He instantly sizes up situations, making instant decisions. He thinks and evaluates circumstances very rapidly. Many people with this type of mind are geniuses, thus he may be seen as highly intelligent. Amirul is often irritated by slow talkers or slow thinkers. If he drives, he gets irritated by slow drivers in the fast lane. He quickly becomes bored when being taught on the level of the slowest student in class. He may be on problem number three when the rest of the class is on problem one. Amirul is curious and very active. In fact, in school he might have been a trouble maker because he thought so much faster than the other kids, he finished his work first, thus having plenty of time on his hands to make trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q27_1094010202.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amirul is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. He needs to visualize the end of a project before he starts. he finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said he plans everything he is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Amirul basically feels good about himself. He has a positive self-esteem which contributes to his success. He feels he has the ability to achieve anything he sets his mind to. However, he sets his goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". He has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, he will not take great risks, as they relate to his goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence category, his self-perception is better than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q28_1094010270.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amirul is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q29_1094010613.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amirul has a temper. He uses this as a defense mechanism when he doesn't understand how to handle a situation. Temper is a hostile trait used to protect the ego. Temper can be a negative personality trait in the eyes of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/q31_1094010847.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something is incomplete in Amirul's life. He feels frustration relating to his physical needs and desires. Somewhere in his life there is some disappointment, non-fulfillment, and interruption. This is very likely to relate to Amirul's sexual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Sape2 yg berminat tu visit la site ni http://www.handwritingwizard.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-608931501024887367?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/608931501024887367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=608931501024887367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/608931501024887367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/608931501024887367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-handwriting-analysis.html' title='MY HANDWRITING ANALYSIS'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-1361171438148770556</id><published>2008-08-15T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:10:23.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>15 THINGS ABOUT PENIS.</title><content type='html'>First of all, this is not only related to sex. It's also about health and as a fellow man, I feel it's my duty to spread this to my fellow gender. This article was published in the February 2007 issue of Men's Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoking can shorten your penis by as much as 1cm. Erections are all about good bloodflow, and lighting up calcifies blood vessels, stifling erectile circulation. So even if u don't care all that much about your lungs or dying young, spare the li'l guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Doctors can now grow skin for burn victims using the foreskin of circumcised infants. One foreskin can produce 23,000 square meters, which would be enough to tarp every Major League infield with human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self note: Being called Scarface is way better than being called Dickface lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.An enlarge prostate gland can cause both ED and PE. If u have unexplained case of either, your doctor's looking forward to checking your prostate. Even if u're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. The average male orgasm last 6 seconds. Women get 23 seconds.  Which mean if women are really interested in equality, they'd make sure we have 4 orgasms for every one of theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The oldest known species with a penis is a hard-shelled sea creature called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colymbosathon ecplecticos.&lt;/span&gt; That's Greek for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"amazing swimmer with large penis."&lt;/span&gt; Which officially supplants Buck Naked as the best porn name, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Circumcised foreskin can be reconstructed. Movable skin on the shaft of the penis is pulled toward the tip and set in place with tape. Later, doctors apply plastic rings, caps, and weights. Years can pass up until complete coverage is attained.....blablabla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Only one man in 400 is flexible enough to give himself oral pleasure. It's estimated, however, that all 400 have given it their best shot at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There are 2 types of penises. One kind expands and lengthens when becoming erect (a grower). The other appears big most of the time, but doesn't get much bigger after achieving erection (a show-er).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. An international &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men's Health &lt;/span&gt;survey reports that 79% of men have growers, 21% have show-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. German researchers say the average intercourse lasts 2 minutes, 50 seconds, yet women perceive it as lasting 5 minutes, 30 seconds. Are we that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Turn put size does matter: The longer your penis, the better "semen displacement" you'll achieve when having sex with a woman flush with competing sperm. That's according to researchers at the State University of NY, who used artificial phalluses to test the "scooping" mechanism of the penis's coronal ridge. Next up: curing cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The penis that's been enjoyed by the most women could be that of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Fatefehi of Tonga&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who supposedly deflowered 37,800 women between the years 1770 and 1784 - that's about 7 virgins a day. Go ahead, say it: It's good to be king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Better looking men may have stronger sperm. Spanish researcher showed women photos of guys who had good, average, and lousy sperm - and told them to pick the handsomest men. The women chose the best sperm producers most often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;14. No brain is necessary for ejaculation. That order comes from the spinal cord. Finding a living vessel for said ejaculation, however, takes hours of careful thought and, often, considerable amounts of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most common cause of penile rupture: vigorous masturbation. Some risks are just worth taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-1361171438148770556?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/1361171438148770556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=1361171438148770556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1361171438148770556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/1361171438148770556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-things-about-penis.html' title='15 THINGS ABOUT PENIS.'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-7330902417323668458</id><published>2008-08-13T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:10:34.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>THE LETTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Yani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it When we skinny dipped under the bus and I saw you ignore my avocado plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about Oprah Winfrey imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to your frog Leonard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MRUL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="spoiler"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input value="Show Spoiler!" style="padding: 0px; width: 100px; font-size: 12px; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 3px;" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')['show'].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')['show'].style.display = ''; this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')['hide'].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')['show'].style.display = 'none'; this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')['hide'].style.display = ''; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show Spoiler!'; }" type="button"&gt; &lt;div id="show" style="border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 4px; background-color: transparent; background-repeat: repeat; width: 98%; display: none;"&gt; Ngehehehehe...... Gimik je. Korang lak try wat eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it like this:&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the person who last texted/smsed you).&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm inlove with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;Annat; With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit at&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs; Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C.; Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill; Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes; Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost; High&lt;br /&gt;House; Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons; Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news; Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol; Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy; Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model; Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat; Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Goodluck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - F**k off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-7330902417323668458?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/7330902417323668458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=7330902417323668458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7330902417323668458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/7330902417323668458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter.html' title='THE LETTER.'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-3720727711772007157</id><published>2008-08-12T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:19:36.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skema Rawksss'/><title type='text'>BACK TO THE STAGE AND THE RETURN OF THE KING</title><content type='html'>OK. So CHEST Annual Dinner kembali lagi dan tahun ni bertempat di MS Garden Hotel Kuantan. Dan untuk tahun yang ke2, band kami perform. Wooooootttt!!!!!!!!! ngehehe...... Setelah sekian lama memikirkan lagu yg nak dimainkan, we all finally decide lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Scandal (Hujan)&lt;/span&gt; ngan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Look Back in Anger (Oasis)&lt;/span&gt;. Mebi ada yg akan fikir, "ek eleh, x abis2 lagu Hujan." Lantak la. Pedulik apa aku. Asalkn kitorang bahagia. Huhu.... Tema dinner kali ini ialah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vogue, Glitter, and Glamorous"&lt;/span&gt;. So, dengan geniusnya aku membuat konklusi; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, Tema dia GAY rupanya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku agak gelabah la bile sume decide nak bawak lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Scandal &lt;/span&gt;tu sbb aku x reti main bass bunga2 camtu. X penah2 aku main lagu camtu. Tapi aku kira sink or swim je masa tu. Apa nak jadi pon jadi la. So, lepas beberapa kali training dan Hare pon berpuas hati ngan mutu persembahan aku, aku get the confident. Then sampai la masa nak rehearsal kat ballroom hotel tu. Aku memang excited gila la sebab bass yg akan aku main tu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fender Jazzmaster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously aku memang terkedu. Tapi ada masalah yg seterusnya. Bass tu 5 strings. Mampos aku nak main. X penah hayat aku main bass 5 strings. Dah la fret bagak nak mampos. Terkial-kial aku main. Tapi lepas main 3-4 kali aku get used to it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sampai la masa nak perform. Kitorang kena wat opening performance. Bapak la cuak. Kena wat sume yg ada kat dlm ballroom tu excited. Dah la ade dekan ngan beberapa orang lecturer skali. Last2 aku abaikn je la. Yg penting aku main je part aku tanpa kesalahan. So start la ngan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Scandal.&lt;/span&gt; Sume orang tepuk2. Bila da macam tu trus hilang sume cuak di dada. Da rasa macam rockstar abis da ni. huhu..... Walaupun ada salah skit ms ending tu, x kisah la sebab sume orang pandai cover. huhu.... Then, kitorang kene wat persembahan penutup lak. Thank God lagu last xde problem pape melainkan amp lead yg Hare guna merajuk xnk kuar bunyi. Seb baik merajuk kejap je. Kalo x nahas la kami semua =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sampai la masa MC umumkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King &amp;amp; Queen of the Night&lt;/span&gt;. Aku bajet memang Chot la yg akan menang sebab die agak hot la malam tu. huhu..... Last2 diorang announce nama aku lak. Seb baik aku x mkn pape masa tu. Kalo x gerenti da tersedak macam nak mati. Tiba2 teringat lak masa matriks dulu; menang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man of the Night &lt;/span&gt;gak masa dinner DMK. So aku wat la conclusion; aku memang kack kalo pakai baju purple. ngehehe..... Tp yg x bestnya, Queen dapat tiara, aku lak dapat topi yg sangat la GAY. Siap ade bling2 lak tu. Trus aku dapat title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Hot Gay.&lt;/span&gt; Hampeh sungguh. huhu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/DSC00440Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/th_DSC00440Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/AnnualDinner08038Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bersama Yani yang Chumil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/AnnualDinner08038Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/th_AnnualDinner08038Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrul yang kachak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/DSC02149Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/th_DSC02149Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Look Back in Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/IMG_0038Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m140/amirulxvii/th_IMG_0038Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Scandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-3720727711772007157?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/3720727711772007157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=3720727711772007157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3720727711772007157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/3720727711772007157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-stage-and-return-of-king.html' title='BACK TO THE STAGE AND THE RETURN OF THE KING'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-4478191371458617823</id><published>2008-07-12T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:15:18.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Mohd. Amirul Syafiq Mohd. Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sisters:&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers:&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 5"6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live:&lt;/span&gt; Triang, Bera, Pahang, Malaysia...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite drinks:&lt;/span&gt; Iced lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite breakfast:&lt;/span&gt; Nasi lemak sambal sardin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane:&lt;/span&gt; X penah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;/span&gt; Penah je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen asleep in school:&lt;/span&gt; Kalo x tdo, org igt aku da nk mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone’s heart:&lt;/span&gt; Tanpa niat okeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;/span&gt; Penah je. Sume salah graviti :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call :&lt;/span&gt; Xde keje aku. Kalo ade org call nanti pandai2 la die bunyi sindri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved e-mails:&lt;/span&gt; Penah gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your room like:&lt;/span&gt; Agak semak samun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s right beside you:&lt;/span&gt; Gitarku yg setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate:&lt;/span&gt; Chips Ahoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had Chicken pox:&lt;/span&gt; Penah kot. Ntah la. Mak pon x sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sore throat:&lt;/span&gt; Kalo da smoking mmg penah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitches:&lt;/span&gt; Penah gak. Masa kena khatan. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt; Caye je. Tp lebih kepada "Lust at 1st sight" ngehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like picnics:&lt;/span&gt; Agak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with:&lt;/span&gt; X penah menari ngan sape2 pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last made you smile:&lt;/span&gt; Ayang blanje kasut. TQ yang. muek2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You last yelled:&lt;/span&gt; Errrr..... Last week kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY DID YOU…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk to someone you like:&lt;/span&gt; Ade je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed anyone: &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get sickness :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talked to an ex: &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss someone: &lt;/span&gt;Macam xde je.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;/span&gt; Ape ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:&lt;/span&gt; X de keje aku nk tdo ngan menatang2 tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s under your bed:&lt;/span&gt; Habuk kot. Ngan kotak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you really hate :&lt;/span&gt; X bley btau. Nanti kena tangkap ngan ISA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time is it now:&lt;/span&gt; 2156 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now:&lt;/span&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you want children :&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you smile often:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe la kot. Ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;/span&gt; X la sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted:&lt;/span&gt; Gay ke ape nak kaler kuku kaki???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;/span&gt; Xde sape2. Katil aku the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:&lt;/span&gt; Biru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday :&lt;/span&gt; Tdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: I can’t wait till:&lt;/span&gt; Annual dinner. Excited nak perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: When did you cry last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;X ingat da ble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person:&lt;/span&gt; Iyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you have any pets:&lt;/span&gt; Ade kot. Anak kucing yg suke tdo ngan Chot tu. Pe ntah name die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now?:&lt;/span&gt; Kat bilik die la kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?:&lt;/span&gt; Penah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you handle the truth?:&lt;/span&gt; Xde hal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you too forgiving?:&lt;/span&gt; X langsung!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?:&lt;/span&gt; Abah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?:&lt;/span&gt; Ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved?:&lt;/span&gt; 2 org je kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you eat healthy?:&lt;/span&gt; X langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?:&lt;/span&gt; Ade kot. Tp x ingat la katne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?:&lt;/span&gt; Duh. X penah langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you go to a Masjid?:&lt;/span&gt; Tiap2 Jumaat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?:&lt;/span&gt; Myself. X pon Abah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?:&lt;/span&gt; Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you confident? : &lt;/span&gt;Errrr...... Ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5things i was doing 10 years ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; G skolah, amik UPSR, tido, g klas malam, makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things to do today..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tengok Srah Connor Chronicles, makan, minum, tdo, main gitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Chocolate, Rocky, Chips Ahoy, Chipsmore, Oreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sedekah + ibadat, Porsche 911 Turbo, Vintage cars, Mansion, Vacation around Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lazy bum, procrastinating, sleep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT,&lt;/span&gt; slalu x amik kisah, outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I have lived in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kalo duk hostel bley kira ke? Mengkarak, Triang, Raub, Kuala Pilah, Gambang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 jobs I’ve had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Assistant tok mudin, assistant mini market, baby sitter, freeloader, lazy bum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak banget soalan ni. Munie la ni rajin sgt nak tag aku. Memandangkan aku x byk sgt kenalan di blog, aku nk tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMAL, AFIFI ZAINAL, PIJA HAMIDON, TOTIN JAMAIN, AIDA RAZUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sekian&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;terima kaseyyyy............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-4478191371458617823?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/4478191371458617823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=4478191371458617823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4478191371458617823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/4478191371458617823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-9064985583999085277</id><published>2008-04-27T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:32:47.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>THE POEM THAT SAVED ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;[IF]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt; Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt; And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt; And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt; And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt; Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; --Rudyard Kipling--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nape aku cakap poem ni selamatkan aku? Nak dijadikan cerita, aku ni masa sekolah dulu x ramai kawan. Budak2 batch aku macam x rapat sangat ngan aku. Lebih tepat lagi, dorang pinggirkan aku. Bukan la nak burukkan dorang ke apa, just nak btau hakikat yg sebenar. Memang x seronok langsung aku blaja kat sekolah dulu. Then bila form 4, kena blaja poem ni untuk English literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni memang minat gak ngan literature, so aku pun seronok la bila dapat blaja poem ni sume. Then aku baca 2 line terakhir dalam perenggan yang pertama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aku rasa macam poem ni ada kaitan ngan aku je. Then aku baca lagi sampai abis.  Aku macam tersentuh sangat2. Poem ni macam betul2 ditulis untuk aku yg tengah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sengsara&lt;/span&gt; masa tu. So aku amik iktibar dari poem ni. Aku abaikan je orang yang x nak kawan ngan aku tu. Yang wat muka bila nampak kelibat aku. Yang reject2 aku pe sume tu. Aku abaikan je. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Korang takde pon aku bley idop la weh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-9064985583999085277?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/9064985583999085277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=9064985583999085277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9064985583999085277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/9064985583999085277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-that-saved-me.html' title='THE POEM THAT SAVED ME.'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-8888041260163918734</id><published>2008-04-06T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:29:52.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>AKU TLAH DI-TAG</title><content type='html'>Mira la ni rajin sgt tag aku. Tapi rasa macam xde apa nak dibuat sekarang so aku layan je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LIST 7 HABITS/QUIRKS/FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku suka main gitar. Walaupun x hebat tapi aku tetap suka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku makin kuat smoking sekarang. Risau gak sebenarnya. Sebelum ni kalo rasa macam nak smoke, aku makan gula2. Tapi gula2 sebalang yg aku beli tu da abis. Hmmm.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku suka Morning Musume. Lantak korang la nak cakap ape. Aku tetap suka diorang. Wahahaha.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku ketagih berforum kat Musume-Central tu. Da sampai seribu lebih post aku kat sana. xtau la nape. Aku bukan kenal sangat ngan orang2 kat sana tu. Sume nye foreigner. Tapi bila kat sana aku rasa sronok je. Dorang pon layan aku macam member2 sndri. Besh gile....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku memang suka study last minute. Memang tension study last minute ni tapi susah sangat aku nk ubah. Dah dari azali lagi agaknya au wat gini. Kadang2 tengok orang lain study awal2 rasa macam nak je wat gitu. Tapi bila bukak je buku, ade je benda yg mengganggu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku ada ADD atau nama lainnya "Attention Deficit Disorder". Tu bahasa orang kampung aku. Kalo dalam bahasa Melayunya, susah nak tumpukan perhatian. Kalo time blaja Bio dulu aku mesti kene study dengan gambar. Kalo x memang x dapat nak masuk kpale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku xde bakat sukan. Huhu....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tu je la kot. Hope ko puas ati Mira. Skg ni aku nak tag Pija, Kamal, serat Munie. Wahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ni bukan Mira adik aku tu tau. Ni Mira lain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-8888041260163918734?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/8888041260163918734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=8888041260163918734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8888041260163918734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/8888041260163918734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/04/aku-tlah-di-tag.html' title='AKU TLAH DI-TAG'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-2054752881812676146</id><published>2008-03-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:28:36.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>47 FACTS ABOUT WOMEN</title><content type='html'>1. Women love to shop. It is the one area of the world where they feel like they're actually in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Women especially love a bargain. The question of "need" is irrelevant, so don't bother pointing it out. Anything on sale is fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Women never have anything to wear. Don't question the racks of clothes in the closet; you "just don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women need to cry. And they won't do it alone unless they know you can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Women will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Women love to talk. Silence intimidates them and they feel a need to fill it, even if they have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Women need to feel like there are people worse off than they are. That's why soap operas and Oprah Winfrey-type shows are so successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Women don't need sex as often as men do. This is because sex is more physical for men and more emotional for women. Just knowing that the man *wants* to have sex with them fulfills the emotional need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Women hate bugs. Even the strong-willed ones need a man around when there's a spider or a wasp involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Women can't keep secrets. They eat away at them from the inside. And they don't view it as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell two or three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Women always go to public restrooms in groups. It gives them a chance to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Women can't refuse to answer a ringing phone, no matter what she's doing. It might be the lottery calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Women never understand why men love toys. Men understand that they wouldn't need toys if women had an "on/off" switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Women think all beer is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Women keep three different shampoos and two different conditioners in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. After a woman showers, the bathroom will smell like a tropical rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Women don't understand the appeal of sports. Men seek entertainment that allows them to escape reality. Women seek entertainment that reminds them of how horrible things *could* be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If a man goes on a seven-day trip, he'll pack five days worth of clothes and will wear some things twice; if a woman goes on a seven- day trip she'll pack 21 outfits because she doesn't know what she'll feel like wearing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Women brush their hair *before* bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Watch a woman eat an ice cream cone and you'll have a pretty good idea about how she'll be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Women are paid less than men, except for Modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Women are *never* wrong. Apologizing is the mans responsibility, "It's there in the bible". hmmm who was it that gave Adam the apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Women do *not* know anything about cars. "Oil-stick, oil doesn't stick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Women have better restrooms. They get the nice chairs and red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The average number of items in a typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Women love to talk on the phone. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, or get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Women will drive miles out of their way to avoid the possibility of getting lost using a shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Women do NOT want an honest answer to the question, 'How do I look?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. PMS stands for: Permissible Man-Slaughter. (Or at least men think it means that. PMS also stands for Punish My Spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The first naked man woman see is "Ken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Women are insecure about their weight, butt and breast-size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Women will make three right-hand turns to avoid making one left- hand turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. "Oh, nothing," has an entirely different meaning in woman- language than it does in man-language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Lewis Carroll's Caterpillar had nothing on women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Women cannot use a map without turning the map to correspond to the direction that they are heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40a All women are overweight by definition, don't argue with them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40b All women are overweight by definition, don't agree with them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If it is not Valentines day, and you see a man in a flower shop, you can probably start up a conversation by asking, "What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Women want equal rights, but you rarely hear them clamoring to be let into the draft to cover the responsibilities that go with those rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Only women understand the reason for "guest towels" and the "good china".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If a man ticks off a woman she will often respond by getting a fuzzy toilet cover which warms their rear, but makes it impossible for the lid to stay up thus it constantly gets peed on by the guys. (which gets them in more trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Women never check to see if the lid is up. They seem to prefer taking a flying butt leap towards the bowl and then chewing men out because they "left the seat up" instead of taking one second and lowering it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Women can get out of speeding tickets by pouting. This will get men arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Women don't really care about a sense of humor in a guy despite claims to the contrary. You don't see womens trampling over Tom Cruise to get to Gilbert Gottfried do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-2054752881812676146?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/2054752881812676146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=2054752881812676146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2054752881812676146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/2054752881812676146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/03/47-facts-about-women.html' title='47 FACTS ABOUT WOMEN'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036176602519613049.post-6110490845591103503</id><published>2008-02-26T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:25:21.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>SECRET ADMIRER: PART 2</title><content type='html'>Aku masih tertanya-tanya akan siapakah gerangan si gadis yg memberi aku sekuntum bunga itu. Lalu tiba2 si J*** terlintas di fikiranku. Maka tanpa menangguh masa aku mencapai W660i dan menghantar SMS kepadanya meminta kepastian sama ada dia yg menghantar bunga itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"do u like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm...Nampaknya tekaan aku mmg betul. Memang sah la die yg anta bunga tu kat aku. So aku ckp la kat die. Wish yg die tulis pd kad tu wat aku rasa x selesa. Ye la kan. Tiba2 je ade orang cakap I LOVE U kat aku. Org yg aku x knal lak tu. memang la aku rasa x selesa. Lagipun aku da ade Yani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it doesn't matter &amp;amp; no harm trying!sooner &amp;amp; later u may fall on me...it's just a matter of time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Takut aku baca SMS die ni. Ntah2 die da memang plan nk sihir aku jadi syok kat die. Org Srwak ni aku memang risau sikit. Dibuatnye betul die nak sihir aku, naya aku nanti. Aku cakap la aku da ade Yani. Aku x nk menduakan die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i don't mind sharing &amp;amp; been 'secret lover' as far i do have fun with u"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu diaaa.....Ayat yang bisa membuat lelaki curang kepada teman mereka. Huhu... Tapi aku memang x berminat nak ade kekasih gelap ke ape. Then aku tanya la nama penuh die yg aku dapat dari Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yup!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek dan ringkas namun menjawab segala kemusykilan aku. Then aku diam je la. Malas da nak sambung perbualan yang x selesa ni. Then die SMS aku balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"do i answer yr question? but u does not answer mine yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sangat fikir sampai aku lupe nak jawab soalan die tadi. So aku bagi la jawapan aku yg die nak sangat2. Aku minta maaf banyak2. Aku hargai perasaan die pada aku &amp;amp; bunga yg die bagi tu. Aku memang x pernah dapat bunga dr pompuan sepanjang hidup aku. Ari tu je la baru dapat dr Yani &amp;amp; die. Tapi aku memang xnk menduakan Yani. Aku percaya pada karma. Ape yg kite buat kat orang, orang akan wat balik kat kite. So kalo aku menduakan Yani, satu hari nanti die mungkin akan menduakan aku gak kan? Then aku cakap aku nak tido sebab ade klas pagi &amp;amp; test malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then die da x reply SMS aku tu. Mebi die da faham apa yg aku nak kot. Entahla. Aku da xnk fikir lagi pasal die. Jangan die bagi benda lain plak lepas ni dah la.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036176602519613049-6110490845591103503?l=amirulxvii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/feeds/6110490845591103503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036176602519613049&amp;postID=6110490845591103503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6110490845591103503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036176602519613049/posts/default/6110490845591103503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirulxvii.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret-admirer-part-2.html' title='SECRET ADMIRER: PART 2'/><author><name>amirulxvii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383743541296774092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOKeYrLaQrc/TAeSqjmyHcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pxE0PrSMI0g/S220/30047_1349963146956_1167666960_30814096_3906764_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
