<?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-1368086006803766694</id><updated>2011-12-18T05:55:04.084-08:00</updated><category term='Ceritaku-Ceritamu/My-Story-is-Your-Story-too'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>THE SHARPDRESSER!</title><subtitle type='html'>yang suka bergaya!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i wish you could have stayed a little longer. hold on to whatever circumstances might happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;as I promised that i'll always be by your side to support you, to get through the rough time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;but then you whispered something which make my heart fall-broken into pieces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sorry, i couldn't cope anymore, i want to say goodbye but it's hard to'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;then it was a fine morning. though it was, it doesn't make sense at all as it is the last morning that you'll spend with us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you don't say anything at all because you were afraid that i couldn't accept it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes!, i understand, that was the time you must go, that you are going to left us forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so i said, "i'm okay". &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;as you bathed me when i was raised in this world, it's the time i bathed you for the last time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;as you taught me to perform prayer, i perform a last prayer for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"you're the most greatest thing ever presence in my life and i could have never accept anything that can replace u"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i don't want to find someone else like you. you're irreplaceable"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: Mawar Putih Untuk Mama-Sharifah Aini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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creator.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6260151843198824448</id><published>2011-11-19T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:26:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta IPAD - Bantulah Hans Mendapatkan Cik Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hanspunyablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/cinta-ipad-bantulah-hans-mendapatkan.html#.TsegW5SeIbp.blogger"&gt;Cinta IPAD - Bantulah Hans Mendapatkan Cik Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;korang bacalah... sure korang suka. ala2 cerekarama y'ols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lisa'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6605707029408271180</id><published>2011-11-19T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:03:48.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasar Seni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pasar Seni. Situated at Jalan Sultan Mohammed, KL, opposite LRT Station:Pasar Seni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panas lah. Kalau boleh nak naked je (kalau body cantik macam david beckham tak apa la kan!).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, tak apa, let's continue. Eyh, what happens at the entrance? owh ada Pameran/Karnival Hari Unesco Malaysia 2011. Buat-buat macam amuse so dapat goodie bag which consists of Hari Unesco Malaysia 2011 button and pamphlets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selepas go through booth by booth, tak ada soalan and benda menarik to be explored so, masuk dalam. Haus, pergi beli ice-blended lime and lemon (masam nak mampus, tapi haus kot!). At the end of the building, there goes outside, shoplots of gallery of arts. so pergi setiap kedai and act as if knows what painting/arts are all about (eching2 je).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ok dah borak2 ngan akak2 and sorang abang yang lukis potret, rasa lapar menandakan 'i should be feed as tea time is approaching'!, baru jam 1517 kot. masuk semula dalam building pasar seni and, owh there it goes, secret recipe lah! orang pon tadak and 'durian-durian' looks deliciously-enticing'....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;without further hesitation-'can i have a slice of durian-durian'-&lt;i&gt;have it here?&lt;/i&gt;'-'haah kak, makan sini jah'-&lt;i&gt;'eyh dik, akak ingat pelancong...pelancong from filipina'&lt;/i&gt;-'tak la kak (buat nada ala2 terkejut waktu tu!), orang malaysia la, saya dok hulu kelang jah'.-&lt;i&gt;'owh, adik bole amik skali kopi atau tea,..'&lt;/i&gt;-'saya nak kopi la kak'-&lt;i&gt;'ok adik dok dulu, nanti akak hantar'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....errmmm aku pon confuse da ngan rupa aku lah. nak kata pan asian jauh sekali kot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: kat kl sentral beli buku clearance pasal masak2. best2!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6605707029408271180?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6605707029408271180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/11/pasar-seni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6605707029408271180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6605707029408271180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/11/pasar-seni.html' title='Pasar Seni'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6685278483510951750</id><published>2011-08-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:23:09.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19th Ramadhan: I Just Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>kan, betul tak, sekarang dah 19 hari berpuasa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syok tengok kawan-kawan sebok buat macam-macam especially 'biskut raya'. Dia orang memang awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, tinggal lagi seminggu jer ber 'attachment'. Lepas ni Raya, and masuk sem balik, which is 'errrmmmmmmmmm.......'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puasa ni bukan bertambah kurus, bertambah gemuk lagi ada. Maka, terpaksa  la berdiet masuk sem. (GITU!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di celah-celah makmum bersolat jumaat, aku sorang je yang pakai baju melayu soft pink dengan sampin warna ungu gelap, dengan bersongkok, yang aku rasa pakcik belakang aku cakap 'budak ni salah tengok kalendar ke??'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi yang best, banyak pakcik-pakcik bersalaman dengan aku, tak seperti hari-hari jumaat sebelumnya sebab tgok attire aku hari ni. (Aku bajet aku paling bergaya la konon... 'koya' bak kata 'Oghe Kelate')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok la. Selamat Menjalani Ibadah Puasa yang tinggal beberapa hari ni je lagi ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: sedap la Sarang Semut yang &lt;a href="http://http://fatinfaseeha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatin Faseeha Azmi&lt;/a&gt; buat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6685278483510951750?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6685278483510951750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/08/19th-ramadhan-i-just-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6685278483510951750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6685278483510951750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/08/19th-ramadhan-i-just-cant-believe-it.html' title='19th Ramadhan: I Just Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-584515466588620692</id><published>2011-08-07T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:31:44.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 8th day Ramadhan : Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>today is the 8th day of ramadhan (August 8, 2011) as i am having monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been such quite some time i haven't posted any new post (asyik tulis ayat macam ni je!) but then i was called but, by no one! to update by posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to write but then i'm so thrill about the so-called 'attachment' that i've been through now and about to end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was accepted to have my practical-training as it is called 'Latihan Industri' in a, quite a well-established lawyer's firm in KL, in AU 3 to be precised. at first, i'll be held under 'Conveyancing', which is i am a bit reluctant to. but then it turned out, i was placed under 'Litigation' and being treated like lawyer wannabe, trained to be in a tough field by a tough-bossy boss and with the guidance from my awesome-ever patience-soft spoken-smart: supervisor!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, i was questioned about the ability to converse and to write in English. i say 'i don have problem with that', so the boss rolled her eyes, besides i mentioned that i haven't be taught about the procedures, as it will be in the 4th year, again she said 'okay!' and pass me a bundle of documents as i was asked to examine  SPA and to study the whole file on breach of contract. at that point of time, i say 'hurrmmm... she don't believe me that i can do any office chores!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as time goes by..., i prove myself that Faculty of Law, UKM does not produce mediocre-legal verse-incompetent with low level of english fluency as she's quite impressed with any works assigned as with the continuous support, taught, and awesome guidance from my very learned supervisor. so, i get to extend the period from 6 weeks to almost 3 months (until raya) as i receive salary for each months and i have the opportunity to be exposed a lot about legal world and what it takes to open and to manage 'your own firm'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish to thank my supervisor, this one person-chambie in the firm, and all the staff who had helped me a lot and my boss who give me the opportunity to have my internship in your firm (and off course the salary!). i do learn a lot and acquire great experience as i shall never had in any other place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Ramadhan People!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: sory..kalau ada salah grammar n sentence structure..abaikan la.. quite weak when it comes to english...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-584515466588620692?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/584515466588620692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/08/8th-day-ramadhan-monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/584515466588620692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/584515466588620692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/08/8th-day-ramadhan-monday-blues.html' title='the 8th day Ramadhan : Monday Blues'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4072772059930115102</id><published>2011-03-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:56:44.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they can't get enough of me..</title><content type='html'>salam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak mengadu, baru lepas penat berpantun. Alhamdulillah, dapat masuk semi ngan berpersalinan berbagai2. walaupun tk menang we are awarded 'Anugera Busana Terbaik'! and automatically we earn 4th place behind KAB, KAIZ n KPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk habis dengan penat tu, terus bergegas (tk de la bergegas pon-etching jer!) ke latihan teater plak sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu, asignment company and PIL( bertangguh) tak sudah2 lagi. Konon la bg tau Yaya : 'eyh aku kena balik, masa2 macam ni la aku kene siapkan asignment, malam tak sempat da..tade masa..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipu, padahal balik tido macam nk mampus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm..tah ler...memang malas nak buat assignments. (padahal kene sudahkan 2 jer, dasar pemalas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya, da nak abis 3rd year dah. pastu masuk fourth year! masa bukan untuk main2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp terdetik dalam hati :'apa aku bole ke lg nak terkinja2 jadi pelakon, penyanyi latar, pemantun, pengamal shopping berlebihan (shopaholic jer-mudahnya), etc....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah ler, apa-apa pon bak kata Puteri, 'Kita Enjoy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sedih bakal meninggalkan kawan2 nanti, apakan daya takdir penentu segala (cewah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4072772059930115102?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4072772059930115102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-werent-not-enough-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4072772059930115102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4072772059930115102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-werent-not-enough-for-me.html' title='they can&apos;t get enough of me..'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5166091320788098097</id><published>2011-03-14T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:12:05.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa maksud 'gedik' bagi korg??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;apa maksud 'gedik' bagi korg??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/hX5Hv7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-5166091320788098097?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5166091320788098097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/apa-maksud-bagi-korg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5166091320788098097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5166091320788098097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/apa-maksud-bagi-korg.html' title='apa maksud &amp;#39;gedik&amp;#39; bagi korg??'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5086599794007033423</id><published>2011-03-05T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:42:41.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wear them around like you're cooler than me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdTiHJKAtJY/TXJ12mdYwqI/AAAAAAAAAec/wDFCi88880o/s1600/james-dean-reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580652469162656418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdTiHJKAtJY/TXJ12mdYwqI/AAAAAAAAAec/wDFCi88880o/s320/james-dean-reading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mike Posner-Cooler Than Me. (lagu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kadang-kadang kita tak sedar kita da buat something yang luar sedar, i mean bnda2 yang mungkin menyakitkan hati orang lain, being selfish, tak ada rasa empathy dalam diri, and macam2 lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sebab tu ada seorang kawan, merasakan dia perlu memuhasabah dirinya, dengan melakukan perkara-perkara yang boleh menyebabkan dia memuhasabahkan dirinya, contohnya, mengikuti program ke rumah anak-anak yatim, dengan harapan, dia akan merasa sesuatu dan keep her on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya setuju! kadang2 kita tak sedar, so kene lah kembali ke perjalanan biasa hidup in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw, hari-hari dijalani dengan kesibukan berteater, berpantun dan bersocial. berteater sebab sibuk PTU n lepas PTU, ICAF. berpantun sebab masuk pertandingan pantun. bersosial sebab keluar sana, sini, tengok wayang, keluar berjimba, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apa-apa pon, i should always stand and keep my feet on the ground. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: you're not that good...deal with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: gmba james dean, idola style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-5086599794007033423?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5086599794007033423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-wear-them-around-like-youre-cooler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5086599794007033423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5086599794007033423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-wear-them-around-like-youre-cooler.html' title='you wear them around like you&apos;re cooler than me...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdTiHJKAtJY/TXJ12mdYwqI/AAAAAAAAAec/wDFCi88880o/s72-c/james-dean-reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6260445559590807701</id><published>2011-02-10T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:13:54.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pemulangan: Refund!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvaEH29YVts/TVSpZWgGp-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/bWTIqTLoPUs/s1600/BleachAnimationSoulReapervsSoulReap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572264891966203874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvaEH29YVts/TVSpZWgGp-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/bWTIqTLoPUs/s320/BleachAnimationSoulReapervsSoulReap.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya dulu tidak suka akan banyak perkara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1-tempe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2-quaker oat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3-berkasut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4-memakai baju berwarna terang2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maka, saya suka ceritakan pada orang ramai, 'saya tak suka item 1-4 seperti di atas'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tetapi as time goes by... saya mula makan+pakai item2 tersebut. mula-mula ambil suka2, lama-lama dijadikan kebiasaan dan akhirnya memang jadi favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maka, statement perakuan yang sering saya lontarkan kepada kawan2 saya dulu seakan mula merubah dan 'sanctity of the statement is collapse'. sebab kawan2 mula bertanya 'dlu bukan kau tak suka n benci habis ngan tempe??' 'ko bukan tak suka ke oat??' 'eyh since when ko mula suka berkasut gi mana-mana??' n 'striking giler baju ko..mana pergi baju ko yg gelap dlu2 tu'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HIPOTESIS: 'never say never'... kalau da sekali ckap bila da terbuat seolah2 'ko makan balik apa yang kau cakap'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi bukan perkara ni yang saya nak perkatakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just nak share, sometimes matters concerning sensitivity towards certain matter shouldn't be raised up and taken back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alah, cara mudahnya, bila kau dah cakap and tuduh yang bukan-bukan kepada orang tanpa sebarang autoriti, bukti atau just ko dengar hear-say, statement yg dah dibuat to that group will still remain and tk payah la ko nak berdalih kata 'that statement is actually refered tu someone else'...padahal, terang terangan refer kepada that affected group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lepas tu mula la gelabah, cakap macam kenapa la that matter jadi big issue. memang la, da kau terang-terangan tuduh yang bukan2 smpai nak sentuh sensitiviti the people at large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then, tk boleh la ko nak act as if 'that is not u, i'm referring to someone else..'. terlajak perahu boleh diundur...terlajak kata...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, when decision is made, REFUND, kenapa tak nak terima, terima aje la... saya rasa PEMULANGAN itu is the right decision. maybe merasakan kalau menerima wang itu, seolah2 satu penghinaan with regards to the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw, saya rasa tak pun. better amik, kalau tak mahu juga, beri atau sedekah pada orang lain. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, relate back to the first instance dengan the issue: 'jangan suka cakap benda2 yang konon kita tak suka atau kita cakap kita tak suka pada orang, bila kita buat benda tu atau kita sendiri dipanggil untuk membuat pengakuan kita mengelak seolah2 kita takut atau takut dimalukan'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya memang mula2 malu untuk mengaku suka makan tempe, oat, berkasut dan pakai baju kaler striking(sebabnya dlu rase gemuk n org gemuk hanya sesuai pakai kaler gelap!). lama-lama, sedar yang saya sendiri yang buat statement tu dulu..so it's the price i have to pay la..hahah!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: Nak Mintak Maaf Sebab Selalu Jugak Kutuk Orang. (Tapi Saya da Biasa....Macam Mana...??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6260445559590807701?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6260445559590807701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/02/pemulangan-refund.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6260445559590807701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6260445559590807701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2011/02/pemulangan-refund.html' title='Pemulangan: Refund!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvaEH29YVts/TVSpZWgGp-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/bWTIqTLoPUs/s72-c/BleachAnimationSoulReapervsSoulReap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-724590643874021687</id><published>2010-12-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:55:00.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keberengsetan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha... antara perkara2 yg berlaku yang cukup signifikan selama 2 minggu sebelum 1/1/11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. tinggal di tempat baru di mana semua org semacam sudah bertahun-tahun kenal aku tinggal situ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;p/s: eyh..ko bukan budak Za'ba ke??...aku jawab aku dah lari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sekreteriat Pemasaran ditempatkan untuk PBL Land-Malay Reserve Land. kali ni ala-ala fieldwork jangan ingat budak2 fst jer ada fieldwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;p/s: Langkawi, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. 'Innercircle'... menular lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: janji korg bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Spanjang sesi 2010/2011... pertama kali pergi tgok wayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Filem: Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Komedi-Seram&lt;br /&gt;Kaki Wayang yg Dimaksudkan: 3F, Faiz, Fatin, Faizelina a.k.a Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Tipah tertipu: JPA tak masuk mengikut waktu yang ditetapkan. Ikat perut dan berputih mata jer lah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: maklumat yg baru diterima: JPA sudah lama masukkan duit tpi duit diapungkan untuk dividen tahun depan. as ordinary reasonable man, dah tau student masuk setahun 2 kali, alasan menuggu bajet 2011 tak berpatutan. Sahih atau tidak, sama2 kita tunggu n siasat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. masih ada yang sayang padamu. merujuk no.5, ada beberapa org yang dengan suci hatinya telah PM inbox FB aku dengan menawarkan pertolongan dari segi financial. tapi tkpa la, tanak menyusahkan org lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;p/s: TERHARU SANGAT! terima kasih kepada orang2 ini. hanya Allah sahaja yang akan membalas budi baik anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. 'Syafiq...Fahmi...Faizah...Zahadi...Faiz Gaia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: entahla...memang nama aku nama 'Hybrid'...boleh jadi macam2, ala2 'transformer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. toilet rosak...turun satu floor untuk 'membuang!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;p/s: nasib baik ada air...tk macam kolej2 lain. Alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. 'people easily forget the past and others'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: susah senang pon, still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TR1SKUMRuQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/HDCXNkjwF6k/s1600/happy_new_year_2008_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687852417431810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TR1SKUMRuQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/HDCXNkjwF6k/s320/happy_new_year_2008_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: tajuk 'keberengsetan' memang tak sesuai dengan entry ni..tapi tah-suka dengan perkataan tu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-724590643874021687?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/724590643874021687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/keberengsetan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/724590643874021687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/724590643874021687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/keberengsetan.html' title='keberengsetan!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TR1SKUMRuQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/HDCXNkjwF6k/s72-c/happy_new_year_2008_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5348182238763628174</id><published>2010-12-29T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:29:49.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;happy new year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/hwYHrY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-5348182238763628174?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5348182238763628174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5348182238763628174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5348182238763628174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4888180214277955505</id><published>2010-12-23T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:37:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there she goes..</title><content type='html'>she is not tutoring us anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: No Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: entry paling pendek pernah aku buat buat.. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4888180214277955505?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4888180214277955505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-she-goes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4888180214277955505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4888180214277955505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-she-goes.html' title='there she goes..'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1504807722197566</id><published>2010-12-22T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:04:20.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attachment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TRIkoqJ6eHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6bVw5jgMFv0/s1600/lawyers-lost-rough-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553541571430479986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TRIkoqJ6eHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6bVw5jgMFv0/s320/lawyers-lost-rough-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;attachment adalah merujuk kepada latihan sangkutan, satu kursus yang merupakan requirement oleh FUU dan UKM kepada pelajar Semester 2 tahun 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've called several firms, every firms that i'd called reply my questions with kind and modest manner saying that they accept students doing attachment, and also chambering. when asked what is your firm usually handled?? they said, most of them do conveyancing, litigation, bankruptcy and insolvency, family matters either syariah or civil, banking, documentation and so little on criminal..if there was, it was not-so-heavy as they said like theft and no 'drugs'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;since many firms had confirmed taking students for attachment and eager on accepting me, i am in a crossroads of having to choose which will it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;since i did'nt 'walk in', just interviewed(is not so that interview la, they just asked me for how long, where are u from..etc), i am very unsure of which one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;since most of the firms are near to my place and made me believe why they are so much into conveyancing, etc, as the area is filled with housing development, not-so-big projects, shophouses, in short, the area is mushrooming to be a town by having it like 7-e...a town which has everything, from houses-bungalows-schools-shopping complex and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;back to the issue of choosing the firms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't go for which firm is big, a lot of contacts and clients coming in, prominently owned by prominent lawyers, what the firm is going to offer and benefits that a student would gain having attached there. i go for who is eager to accept me as attachee in his firm besides the answers received saying that 'we do accept students doing attachment here, just send me your official letter' like and go with by reconfirming with the firm as i'd called the firm, the lawyer in charge said with his humble voice.. 'this is the first time we receive this kind of call asking for doing an attachment as we had yet to receive any such student, however we do accept chambering but it is also rare for those intended to the chambering approach us...i'm gonna consider you and confirm with me tomorrow...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;asked about payment, i replied by saying 'well some firms do give allowance but that is not my major concern... my purpose is not for allowance, but the learning experince that i would garner as much as i can that the firm will offer, it's okay as i'm not doing it for being paid...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with his humble voice in a aplomb manner, 'okay, i'm considering you and i'm gonna confirm with you tomorrow, however if i do not call u late in the afternoon, do give me a call'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;worthiness to call him back as the answer is yes and he actually forgets to return my call to confirm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't care about maybe another firm that had confirmed with me are better off as compared to this firm with regards to practices of law, i accept this firm as the lawyer in charge who answered over the firm enough to indicate what sort of person he is when it comes to being 'a people's lawyer' like what i'm ambitioned to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm so nervous for the attachment as i'm afraid that i'm gonna be put to 'test' in which the firm left you with lots of works or testing your knowledge. but then, if i don't take it as a challenge, how would i go about to be someone successful someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: ngantuk lah!...btw still menuggu 'H' untuk pergi shopping bersama...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-1504807722197566?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1504807722197566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/attachment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1504807722197566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1504807722197566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/attachment.html' title='attachment!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TRIkoqJ6eHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6bVw5jgMFv0/s72-c/lawyers-lost-rough-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6283291118244708918</id><published>2010-12-20T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:11:08.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>manis bak bunga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TQ9-wWKTfxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ecY0WnRWwgQ/s1600/20100122-gumballflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552796234618732306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TQ9-wWKTfxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ecY0WnRWwgQ/s320/20100122-gumballflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya terpanggil untuk menulis pasal gula-gula. Sebab, waktu saya kecil, saya memang gemarkan sudirman dan gula-gula..erk..apakah kena mengena sudirman dengan gula-gula??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when i was a kid, i'am exposed to entertainment and sudirman was a figure who was very much associated with it. Way back in the 80's and early 90's, Sudirman was a music icon and the nation were fondly-influenced by him through his so true voice through his songs and he himself had became apart of our lives regardless of who u are, where are u from. An eccentric performer with distinguish styles that many artistes wouldn't enough good to over take him, even until today, his legacy still remains through his songs recorded and played, or sang by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relation of 'gula-gula' and Sudirman is, i can still recall i was so into a song of entitled 'Pesan Abang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liriknya sangat signifikan untuk tujuan 'entry' ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adikku muda remaja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awasi bila melangkah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wajahmu manis bak bunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pasti ramai yang tergoda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tidak dilarang kau bersuka,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asal tahu kan batasnya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jangan sampai adik terlupa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harapan dan cita-cita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;from the song, it clearly states about 'wajahmu manis bak bunga'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apa yang saya rasa di sini, manis bak bunga memiliki beberapa maksud yang menjadikan saya betul menyukai lagu ni, selain bait2 lirik yang lain dalam lagu tu 'is straight forward meaning'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;manis, macam gula-gula walaupun tertulis 'bak bunga'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya merasakan hidup adalah manis macam makan gula-gula. manis sebab kita akan melalui hidup dengan penuh suka duka. Kadang-kadang sesuatu yang menyeronokkan, kadang-kadang pahit atau perit atau sedih, kecewa and etc. Namun masih dianggap manis akhirnya sebab kita dah berjaya melaui semua itu, macam makan gula-gula, gula-gula perisa strawberry memang manis, tapi ada juga gula-gula macam hacks yang kadang-kadang pahit atau pedas tapi still kita telan dan rasa manis jugak akhirnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'manis bak bunga' melambangkan semasa kita muda, kita boleh melakukan apa sahaja. ketika muda kudrat kita masih elok untuk buat atau capai apa sahaja sehingga merasai kemanisan selepas melakukannya. sebabnya, bila kita semakin tua, macam kita makan gula-gula-semakin dihisap, semakin mengecut, hilang manisnya dan akhirnya dikunyah, mengecil dan terus ditelan. begitulah akhirnya, contoh macam Mak saya sendiri, masa muda memang cantik-'manis'. semakin tahun ke tahun, saya rasa amat berbeza rupanya jika dibandingkan dengan foto semasa dia 'merende' bersama-sama teman-temannya..hahahh.., lebih-lebih lagi melihat keadaannya yang tidak boleh banyak bergerak, bergantung hidup pada mesin 'dialysis' and hanya terlantar di atas katil, memakai pampers dan duduk sahaja di atas kerusi roda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, youthful won't last forever, as it will fade through times. Enjoy it while it last and do not waste it for the next chapter of life as whatever that you do today will impose 'persistent threat' to your next life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:....is listening to the songs over and over again!&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/1368086006803766694-6283291118244708918?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6283291118244708918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/manis-bak-bunga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6283291118244708918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6283291118244708918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/12/manis-bak-bunga.html' title='manis bak bunga...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TQ9-wWKTfxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ecY0WnRWwgQ/s72-c/20100122-gumballflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2108876363735477554</id><published>2010-10-29T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:57:08.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa??? kau ingat aku ni sengkek sangat la???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMqZCHzDxwI/AAAAAAAAAds/iGhb5iJtnuQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533403353910068994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMqZCHzDxwI/AAAAAAAAAds/iGhb5iJtnuQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walaupun aku tidak seharusnya menulis benda yang bukan-bukan memandangkan peperiksaan Undang-Undang Tanah esok, ada satu perkara yang mengecewakan berlaku semasa pagi-pagi ini dengan bersemangat waja untuk mengulangkaji pelajaran bagi peperiksaan esok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku masih tak faham, kenapa ada orang &lt;strong&gt;cakap aku yang bukan-bukan/tuduh/ atau lebih mudah untuk pembaca-pembaca di luar sana 'fitnah' dilemparkan ke atas aku, tetapi secara terang-terangan/jelas/tanpa berselindung, perkara tersebut tidak masuk akal langsung???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;memanglah aku &lt;strong&gt;mohon banyak kertas, ink peralatan dan sebagainya, tapi bukan untuk aku ok! untuk jaksa-jaksa (jaksa sesi aku!) aku guna dan kegunaan jaksa sendiri.&lt;/strong&gt; Aku faham mungkin salah aku sendiri yang tidak mengehadkan penggunaan benda-benda ini sampai setiap bulan berkotak-kotak kertas dan ink habis dan terpaksa dibeli oleh kolej dan untuk kegunaan, kalau tidak ada korang akan buat macam aku buat? mohon benda-benda tu?? ye la korang guna duit program sendiri, tapi korang guna jugak apa yang aku mintak itu. bukan nak mengungkit, sampaikan korang pun letak dalam &lt;strong&gt;laporan kewangan 'claim' kertas dan ink. so pihak yang konon mendapat anugerah kualiti perdana menteri tah tahun bila kata. 'apa pasal program pun guna??? bukan untuk jaksa je ke??? program kan ada sebab program pun claim mende yang sama???...aku bukan nak mengungkit, aku tetap backup jaksa aku, 'dia orang terguna, nak buat program mana cukup', ok perkara ini seolah-olah settle!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walaubagaimanapun, pihak tersebut sekali lagi mengungkit. kali ini &lt;strong&gt;menuntut pembayaran ke atas pembelian benda-benda itu. siap suruh setiap program tu bayar. tetapi aku tak pernah pun mintak setiap program bayar. aku biarkan jer. untuk JAKSA jugak kan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tetapi ada la mulut-mulut menuduh aku bukan-bukan kononnya &lt;strong&gt;tujuan aku memohon dan pembelian benda-benda itu untuk tujuan peribadi: aku dikata,'siap caj student untuk print and pakai kertas kat jaksa, sebab itu la selalu sangat mintak benda-benda itu'!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahh, &lt;strong&gt;kau ingat aku ni sengkek sangat ke,&lt;/strong&gt; sampai nak cari duit dengan buat benda tu, weyh bukan aku sorang guna, aku mohon untuk orang lain guna jugak...benda ini pun nak jadi kecoh ke??? seolah-olah aku ni sengkek betul..sedih seyh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku tak pernah langsung caj orang, orang datang guna and print sesuka hati adalah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw, &lt;strong&gt;pihak pemenang anugerah kualiti perdana menteri tu siap datang pejabat kolej depan staff office sebut nama aku lagi, wah, ko duduk sana kat pejabat tu, tau ke apa yang aku buat kat kolej tu...'jangan tuduh yang bukan-bukan ea...!!!!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lagi satu, pn.&lt;a href="mailto:pn.#$%@@@*.."&gt;mailto:pn.#$%@@@*..&lt;/a&gt; nak kerek sangat la, buat aku ni macam budak-budak hingusan tak tahu apa-apa, suka nak dengar daripada mulut orang lain cakap aku buat benda-benda tu, mulut yang cakap ngan pn tu pun bukannya tau apa2...&lt;strong&gt;'eching-eching ambil tau padahal tak tau and tuduh aku pada ko cam tu sekali!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;memang bengang, orang lain sepatutnya harus juga dipersalahkan tetapi aku sebab permohonan tu atas nama aku, tapi untuk kegunaan dia orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saja jer tulis dalam bahasa melayu yang agak baku (agak je la!), sebabnya there's no point of cursing people around'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walaupun pengurus baru cakap perkara ini kecik, memang la 'it's not a big deal' tetapi perkara ini merosakkan reputasi aku...ada ke aku buat benda2 tu...sekali lagi..&lt;strong&gt;aku ni sengkek sangat ke???'...under defamation act, aku boleh saman ko dengan seluruh pejabat ko!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sekian, aku memang &lt;strong&gt;tidak rasa happy&lt;/strong&gt; dengan perkara ini!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: thank you to en pengurus baru who are going to clarify this matter, a public apology who are related to this and thank you also to JAKSA who'd backed me up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2108876363735477554?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2108876363735477554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/apa-kau-ingat-aku-ni-sengkek-sangat-la.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2108876363735477554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2108876363735477554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/apa-kau-ingat-aku-ni-sengkek-sangat-la.html' title='apa??? kau ingat aku ni sengkek sangat la???'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMqZCHzDxwI/AAAAAAAAAds/iGhb5iJtnuQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-272902893497120912</id><published>2010-10-28T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:39:37.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living in the teenage dream world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMnRYgDUHGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ruz8HQYHOb0/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnprRHZ0UGZPM2hHbFVsUXcwcVV1eUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533183836052266082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMnRYgDUHGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ruz8HQYHOb0/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnprRHZ0UGZPM2hHbFVsUXcwcVV1eUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is all about 'social acceptance'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're pretty/fashionable/gorgeous, you're popular and everybady will try to fit in as everything that you do will not ever be disputable as people like you are considered 'always do the right thing!'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're bookworm, you're nerdy thing although you are being normal as a student to pass everything with flying colours and make something good out of it after you graduate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're follower, whatever the other people do or think you'll do the same as you think they are 'cool' and you should be in that way... 'punk', 'indie'..bla...bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're different-lets don't get near you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're just being you-Hypocrite-they'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do-gooder!-sincerely for others or for the purpose of pursuing what you aimed for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;self centered-owh please: there's no room for people like you in this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;noisy: you always whining though you didn't make something out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus, these where you're belong, you've been accepted as you shared the same as other have. Not accepted? create new and start recruiting; maybe shall start with, 'people who do not posess either of these abovementioned'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO: living in the teenage world is temporary but, the life you've made out of it will last forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: tah apa2...&lt;/div&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/1368086006803766694-272902893497120912?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/272902893497120912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-teenage-dream-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/272902893497120912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/272902893497120912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-teenage-dream-world.html' title='living in the teenage dream world!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMnRYgDUHGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ruz8HQYHOb0/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnprRHZ0UGZPM2hHbFVsUXcwcVV1eUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4681474263854008006</id><published>2010-10-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:55:22.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>besok nak exam..so terasa nak menulis sesuatu out of focus untuk exam tersebut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMb3dPtYECI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VU7HcUeVaco/s1600/gossip-girl-cast_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532381274076352546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMb3dPtYECI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VU7HcUeVaco/s320/gossip-girl-cast_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Selamat Menduduki Peperiksaan for all UKM students...because of very fond towards the university...this is sincerely-straight from my heart and not for other students from other universities...sorry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Laziness and exam blues!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PEMALAS!, please read all of the notes, articles, cases and so forth. Failure to have this done will ensure that you will regret as if this world is gonna end for you...hehehhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Things which are left to be unfolded,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okeyhhh...it's towards the end of the sem, but then i finally figure out that there is a lot thing happened i failed to notice and know about it....'juicy gossips', 'the inner circle', 'scandals', 'fundamental change of circumstances', 'illogical reasoning' and so forth...i'm not going to deal with each headings but enough saying...these are things i couldn't keep up with, ..if i could, it is already too late...as i'll be the last to know...and surprise..and confuse..and relief..and regret...and bla..bla..bla..bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's all...thank you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: XOXO... ala-ala...'Gossip Girl'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4681474263854008006?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4681474263854008006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/besok-nak-examso-terasa-na-menulis.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4681474263854008006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4681474263854008006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/besok-nak-examso-terasa-na-menulis.html' title='besok nak exam..so terasa nak menulis sesuatu out of focus untuk exam tersebut.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TMb3dPtYECI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VU7HcUeVaco/s72-c/gossip-girl-cast_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8950956755469012837</id><published>2010-10-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:06:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you go your way and i go mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TLNRJCuxZlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2wwzV14Hy-Q/s1600/heartbroken-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526850383507449426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TLNRJCuxZlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2wwzV14Hy-Q/s320/heartbroken-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reluctant to face the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm saying this because of declining to accept the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i hate to face the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the truth is about you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for showing your true colours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may have gone blind, or i may have turned into blind eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, after the things ever happened in front of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever things that you've done in front of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough to indicate that &lt;strong&gt;sincerity' &lt;/strong&gt;is nowhere to be found in you towards me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will have me when you are miserable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rather loose me when you think you wanna disregards me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must admit that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not worth to have you in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are not essential thus impose huge impacts in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is better to have no friends than loosing you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can go your way and i go mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:.........................................i'm afraid of loosing people around me, but for you i'm not afraid of loosing you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1368086006803766694-8950956755469012837?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8950956755469012837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-go-your-way-and-i-go-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8950956755469012837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8950956755469012837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-go-your-way-and-i-go-mine.html' title='you go your way and i go mine...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TLNRJCuxZlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2wwzV14Hy-Q/s72-c/heartbroken-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1623966081060059846</id><published>2010-09-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:56:33.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comel la???</title><content type='html'>boleh lak Ira kata: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;'Comel kan pak cik tuh'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;dusshhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: terus aku toleh, tak sampai dalam beberapa minit dari tempat aku duduk kelihatan seorang abang library yang nak masuk office dia kat tingkat 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lepas tu leh lak, Ira ketawa-ketawa...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;'kalau dah comel tu, comel la, takyah la ketawa2'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-terdetik dalam hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bila abang tu lalu tepi kita orang, &lt;b&gt;boleh plak Ira tuh ketawa-ketawa lagi,&lt;/b&gt; lantas bila dia dah jauh aku terus cakap-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;'weyh lain kali kalau comel jangan terus cakap-tengok aku da terus toleh, apa agaknya perasaan abang tu kita tengok dia, mesti dia segan...'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;padahal, abang tu mesti cakap dalam hati:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; 'mentang2 aku comel, korang suka2 gelak2 and pandang2 aku kan..ingat aku tak tau la...'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;huaaaa!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: saja nak menulis pagi2 ni... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;bosan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sambil menyiapkan assignment!&lt;/div&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/1368086006803766694-1623966081060059846?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1623966081060059846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/comel-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1623966081060059846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1623966081060059846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/comel-la.html' title='comel la???'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3480265523273887385</id><published>2010-09-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:03:17.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession no 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TJLtrDc9teI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VYNCj4Z8TNs/s1600/lacoste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517733817399227874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TJLtrDc9teI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VYNCj4Z8TNs/s320/lacoste.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ini bukan pasal album penyanyi Indon Afghan, yang bertajuk 'Confession No 1' tuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nak buat pengakuan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.aku memang malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.memandangkan aku ni malas, assignment aku suka biarkan tertunggak and lambat untuk disiapkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.suka tengok tv bila dok umah so assignment itu adalah satu 'harapan yang tinggal harapan' sajer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.time2 cuti especially aku akan melaram (apa lagi yang sesuai...melawa, bergaya sakan, jadi jangok...dll) untuk menunggu orang datang dan pergi beraya rumah orang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. amat risau dengan segala penyiapan assignment yang sudah hampir dengan due date serta pembentangan yang tidak capai kata putus bagaimana akan dilakukan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sekian. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Confession No 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: kejap lagi nak pergi berjimba sambil beraya lagi..tak berkesudahan assignment ak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: gamba di atas melambangkan aku dan kawan2 yang merasai apa aku dan kawan2 aku rasa akan keriangan hari raya dan bercuti di rumah ngan keluarga tercinta... sampai melompat2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:gamba sekadar hiasan...no infrigement of copyright..heheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-3480265523273887385?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3480265523273887385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/confession-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3480265523273887385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3480265523273887385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/confession-no-1.html' title='confession no 1'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TJLtrDc9teI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VYNCj4Z8TNs/s72-c/lacoste.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1574898878312928911</id><published>2010-09-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:52:01.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA anekaragam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TI5V5YjkTtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/72EgCTxSURM/s1600/HariRayaAidilfitri08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TI5V5YjkTtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/72EgCTxSURM/s320/HariRayaAidilfitri08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516441037907971794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;raya is already in the 5th day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tah.. memang rase macam budak2...giler exited sebab nak beraya sakan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now, without further due, i would like to share what are the most significance things ever happened during these 5 days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1-kali ini, baju raya sekeluarga ialah hijau, maka keluarga Encik Zahadi menyarungkan persalinan warna-warna senada seperti, hijau keemasan(Encik Zahadi), hijau+bunga merah (Pn. Kamisah), Hijau Kekuningan (Rynie Zahadi), Hijau Daun Muda (Fariza Zahadi serta aku!), Hijau Pucuk Pisang (Azwan Zahadi), dan Hijau Tua (Elly Arafat Zahadi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2-tahun ini memang sakan memasak. kalau dulu hanya masak kuah kacang ngan rebus nasi impit selain biskut raya n rendang tumpang yang dimasak oleh Mak Ngah. Tahun ni, Fariza Zahadi dibantu oleh Faiz Zahadi (aku) dan Azwan Zahadi telah memasak rendang ayam dan rendan daging serentak tetapi berasingan, ditambah dengan kuah kacang yang selalu dibuat. Dikawal selia oleh Pn. Kamisah dan En. Zahadi, mereka ala-ala 'supervisor' bagai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3-hari berikutnya, Rynie Zahadi telah dengan gumbiranya memasak nasi lemak dengan sambal tumis En. Zahadi serta 'main course' pada hari raya kedua tersebut adalah 'rendang kerang!'...slurrrpppp.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4-memang rumah ni, takkan menang tangan melayan sedara mara-sepupu papat-budak-budak yang datang beraya. tiap2 tahun memang aku yg kene layan. tapi memang best bila kenakan budak2 nakal yang beraya, bila nak balik aku cakap 'duit raya tade, so boleh balik'....bila dia org sarung selipar bagai dan dah nak blah aku pekik...'duit raya ada...sapa cepat dia dapat(sambil mengeluarkan semua angpau raya dari poket baju melayu)'...budak2 tu terus bertempiaran lari dtang kat aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5-tiap2 tahun aku memang menunggu seorang budak laki ni dengan kakaknya untuk datang beraya, tahun ni, budak tu datang tapi dia dah besar, and kakak dia apatah lagi, so kakak dia tak ikut dia beraya, cuma dia bawak sedara dia yang lain datang beraya...macam aku melihat tumbesaran mereka sebab dari dulu sampai sekarang, memang dia orang akan raya rumah aku..huhuw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6-yang ni memang aku ralat sangat, memandangkan semua orang berkembang mengikut perkembangan teknologi seperti facebook dan internet, maka, ramailah sepupu-sedara-mara-makcik2 dan pakcik2 jauh dan dekat, datang beraya sambil menumpat bagai pasal aku, rupanya dok tanya pasal aku sebab dia orang 'stalk' profile fb aku and 'blog'aku...antara 'statement' yang dibuat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-'faiz tu datang ukm dok melaram ka, dok mengaji'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-'tgok dalam fb bergaya, ramai kawan perempuan, bila nak kahwin!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-'tengok upload gamba kek-kek yang kau buat, ingat pak ngah kau bukak bakeri'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-'tengok dalam gamba tu banyak bawak beg lawa2...beg ko ke?...mana ko dapat?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-'selalu nampak pergi berjalan jer???...sibuk sangat ke???'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;itulah antara statement dan pertanyaan mereka serta sebenarnya bnyak lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7-sementara menunggu orang datang sambil melayan budak2, memang aku menhabiskan masa dengan tengok cerita-cerita raya kat tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8-lagu tema raya untuk aku sekeluarga tahun ini-'Bila Takbir Bergema-P. Ramlee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;9-beraya kat rumah orang ngan dok umah beraya-melaram, keje asyik makan dan melantak..perut makin membesar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10-mood raya hilang sebab teringat dengan assignment yang dok panggil2 untuk disiapkan...'PONING KEPALO DEN!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: tak sempat nak amik gamba...nanti gamba yang ada bakal di'upload'..heheheh...&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/1368086006803766694-1574898878312928911?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1574898878312928911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-anekaragam.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1574898878312928911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1574898878312928911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-anekaragam.html' title='RAYA anekaragam...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TI5V5YjkTtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/72EgCTxSURM/s72-c/HariRayaAidilfitri08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2109706591301992568</id><published>2010-09-05T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:51:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pantun: 'naik perahu menatang dulang', 'turun bersawah di pagi nan kelam,...'</title><content type='html'>pantun di atas bakal di sambung pada penghujung post ini.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alhamdulillah, dah berbuka dah pun. Kenyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Kini tiba masanya, hati gembira di hari raya....',&lt;/i&gt; pap! tekan hp sebab mesej masuk. Mesej dari Fiza, berbunyi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'Faiz ko rasa baju melayu brapa harga dia?...ari tu ko beli berapa harga dia hari tu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUSHHH!, terlintas di fikiran....'tahun ni baru ingat tanak beli baju melayu da sebab duit tggal sikit sebab da berbelanja sakan sebelum ni termasuk maintenance laptop yang berharga ratus2 ringgit, buku2 law n perbelanjaan harian bagai'. Tanpa membuang masa, terus call Fiza:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku: weyh, knapa tnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiza: tade la, saja tanya, ko nak beli baju raya bila???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terus macam rasa nak tanak jawab. akhirnya jawab gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku: sebenarnya baru ingat tanak beli baju melayu tahun ni. da tade duit, duit yang ada nak simpan belanja lepas raya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiza: alah beli jer la, jgan tak beli hari raya kan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku: (nak bagi conversation tu tak la jadi sesuatu yang sayu dan pilu...) korang kat rumah buka apa tadi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiza: macam biasa, nasi, kuih bagai....(bunyi meriah sangat....!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku: owh...by the way Kak Ni asyik 'like' status aku jerh...dia buat apa jer kat umah...? (sempat lagi nak ngumpat bagai....!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiza: tah la...dia kan memang macam tuh...ok la. ko balik bila??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku: selasa. dalam tengah hari. ok la. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alahh...rase macam sesuatu yang tak diingini akan berlaku. haruskah beli baju melayu???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Kini tiba masanya, hati gembira di hari raya....',&lt;/i&gt; pap! tekan lagi hp sebab mesej masuk. terus tekan keypad untuk tgok sapa yang anta mesej. Fiza lagi. mesej berbunyi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'ooo...abah bagi RM***.** tok korg berdua (aku dengan Mamat). pergi la beli'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terus, hati jadi girang. mata bersinar-sinar. baru teringat, sejak dah jadi dewasa walau beli baju raya sendiri, abah tetap akan bagi duit (yang agak bnyak) untuk beli baju raya. (walaupun aku rasa bermewah-mewah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku terus reply mesej tadi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;'jangan lupa cakap ngan mamat, dalam ari rabu aku bawak dia pergi  carik baju melayu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESS!, jimat la duit aku untuk beli baju melayu. guna duit yang abah bagi n baju raya yang lain aku da beli dlu, awal2 sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sambungan pantun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;'kalau ku tahu tuahkan datang,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;'rasa kuluah, tidak ku muram!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak sabar nak balik umah beraya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: terus bersemangat juga menyiapkan assignment yang tertunggak!&lt;/div&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/1368086006803766694-2109706591301992568?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2109706591301992568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/pantun-naik-perahu-menatang-dulang_05.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2109706591301992568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2109706591301992568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/pantun-naik-perahu-menatang-dulang_05.html' title='pantun: &apos;naik perahu menatang dulang&apos;, &apos;turun bersawah di pagi nan kelam,...&apos;'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7945161231483710705</id><published>2010-09-03T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:12:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a time when i have to say what's on my mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TIFxW5HKrSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BZy8F-sMDeE/s1600/19102009_006(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TIFxW5HKrSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BZy8F-sMDeE/s320/19102009_006(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512812056980139298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;raya is just around the corner, less than 5 days from now it'll be the day of celebration of triumphant over challenges that Allah S.W.T have prescribed to Muslims.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;'puasa', despite of restraining ourselves from eating and drinking, abstinence be the main fundamental, ones should abstain himself from doing evil deeds and shameful act, forbidden by the Islamic teaching therefore its disciples are encouraged to enhance their 'practices' (ibadah) in this 'mubaraq month as they are promised with 'great rewards' (ganjaran pahala) for the world and the hereafter.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;in relation to the title abovementioned, i would like to share everything that i came across during these past days of ramadhan.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;it was tiring, as the classes in the faculty went on like usual basis. assignments were 'monstrous' as each and every courses required thorough preparation of the assignment so, reading, researching, fieldworks, interviews were conducted to meet this requirement. so, raya will be dry as thinking too much of completing the task assigned.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;buka puasa was great!. with family and friends, it's the time you get together and eat!. &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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;but then, i always treats buka puasa and being treated for buka puasa in an unusual manner.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;for the first limb, towards the end of the fasting month, i do miss several buka puasa because i was sleeping tiredlessly and i was not awaken to bukak puasa. one of my junior told me that my puasa will 'batal' if i do not 'buka puasa'. indeed, i buka puasa after i woke up around 8 to 9 p.m with dates and plain water as i never made it to buy food.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;sufficient for the purpose of instant 'buka puasa', the real 'makan' was after i clean-up and went to cafe to eat there.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;besides, i didn't rely on anybody to wake me up for buka puasa, because i do believe that is the duty, borne by its disciples to ensure that others aware that it is the the break-fasting time. it seemed that this is something which fails to happen, as everyone is so busy to have their break-fasting one first. Sound 'self-centered' like? but this is true, when i was left alone, overslept without no one ever woke me up or ever have the effort to ask whether i have buka-puasa or not.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;i never expect people to treat me in of a very good and special manner. it is sufficed to 'act' if seeing me 'there sleeping on the bed like dumb log' and an ordinary common man will come to realize that i was still sleeping and that i should be awaken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;besides of having this problems, it was also tiring and degenerated to mobile here and there for fieldworks and working out with assignments. everything must be done and submitted after the raya holidays. seeking for infos and materials for the tasks is vital, as failure to do so will effect the writing part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lastly, i would like to wish everyone a happy raya, may you guys have the merriest hari raya celebration with families and friends. Forgive me for every wrongdoings done and deep down in my heart, i was never meant to behave in such a way.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;for my dearest coursemates and friends in the faculty, enjoy yourself despite having the assignment done. besides buka puasa in the faculty was awesome as it remains for one of the unforgettable memory in the fasting man that i ever had. besides seeking for forgiveness, i would like to say that it was great to have u around in the faculty and experienced the day of the fasting in the faculty and classes.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;for my dearest friends (besides the category of 'coursemates'), i'm blessed to have u around for willing to buka puasa and assist me through out this month. &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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;'SELAMAT HARI RAYA!'&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;p/s: to those who had helped me, tq so much!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-7945161231483710705?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7945161231483710705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-time-when-i-have-to-say-whats-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7945161231483710705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7945161231483710705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-time-when-i-have-to-say-whats-on.html' title='there&apos;s a time when i have to say what&apos;s on my mind!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TIFxW5HKrSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BZy8F-sMDeE/s72-c/19102009_006(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4644568771291268533</id><published>2010-08-22T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:19:59.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kekasih lama abah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/THFNl8xYPfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UU4-pAzqjLM/s1600/Edward-Lamson-Henry-xx-A-Lover-of-Old-China-xx-Shelburne-Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/THFNl8xYPfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UU4-pAzqjLM/s320/Edward-Lamson-Henry-xx-A-Lover-of-Old-China-xx-Shelburne-Museum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508269133614562802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; faiz ko tanak ke beli 'croissant' ni bawak balik umah???...RM 4.99 jer...&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;i rolled my eyes with a state of unbelievable that Abah managed to pronounce it correctly. the offer was convincing as i reply...'Nak la'...'Cicah Air Sedap, atau sapu Peanut Butter'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abah passed RM 5.00. Without further  hesitant i motion to the Cashier. Queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then, while waiting for my payment to be accepted, i saw abah chit-chatting with a lady that i am familiar with but i barely know. Again, i rolled my eyes as elly stood besides him, between him and that lady. dalam hati kata: Melangok la keje kau elly-denga cakap orang2 tua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the Akak Cashier pass me the receipt as i walked towards them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i stood behind abah and heard the whole conversation though i miss a bit because q-ing for the 'croissant' to be paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Adi...aku tengok ko asyik bawak anak-anak kau jer, mana orang rumah kau???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Abah: isteri aku sakit, sekarang ada kat hospital...strok la...&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;then everything went to be like 'tell-it-all'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;abis tu di...anak-anak kau macam mana???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;anak-anak aku 2 orang da keje, tinggal dia ni haa...si kecik (pat Elly's shoulder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; entah la di...saya da 10 tahun menjanda...ibu tunggal...anak yang paling besar baru abis praktikal-umur 27 tahun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; anak kau berapa orang...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; empat orang di...(abah terus rolled his eyes!)...saya ibu tunggal...(abah potong cakap...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; abis tu macam mana, anak2 ramai, suami takde, bekas suami ada tolong-tolong bagi duit tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ada la jugak...tapi perit...ini anak kau yang kau hantar dulu tu di....(i mean admitted to UITM n UKM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;haah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; eh da gemuk sikit...dulu kurus jer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Elly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; padan muka, orang cakap tanak caya...(i mean dia cakap aku ni da gemuk-aku suka deny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ok la...aku nak balik la...siap2 untuk buka...salam makcik Sharifah ni...&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;Elly and i salam the lady. we left her and we went to a different directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau nak tahu...she is Sharifah. Abah told me before he married my mother, she is the one before mak. abah continued by saying 'jodoh tak lama, dia kahwin dulu dengan pilihan keluarga, padahal dulu kerja kat sama tempat, selalu balik sama-sama....akhirnya melekat ngan mak kau..., dia kahwin dulu dari abah...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, dia adalah kekasih lama abah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i heard deep sorrow from his voice when he said: 'selama hari ini abah jumpa dia, dia tak pernah ckap dia ibu tunggal....baru hari ni tau!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku pun terkejut jugak, memang selalu aku ngan abah jumpa dia and borak2 sakan, she seemed to have no problems at all~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then,i realize that abah had been through a lot of things and he is letting it out as he believed that it is the time i have to know the memories that he made, before he shut his eyes. so i will continue to bear everything that he left as that is the most 'expensive' thing ever happen to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i rolled my eyes as he has the gut to tell me and i'm ready to hear anything after this about his past time though i've came across to many of his hardships stories when he was young....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: denga lagu rossa-hati yang kau sakiti..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4806934690245502562</id><published>2010-08-18T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:25:11.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dukacita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'faiz meh la berbuka ngan kita orang...bilik finn...nape u asyik tido jer?...u tak sehat ke?..ke u ade masalah?...bagi tau la....'-tnya ayub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam menunjukkan pkul 7:21 minit petang...dalam beberapa minit lagi azan maghrib menandakan semua orang boleh berbuka puasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...tanak la ayub..saya rasa malas nak berbuka...awak pergi la berbuka...saya tade pape masalah...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPU!: padahal aku baru dapat tahu, mak masuk hospital lagi...kali ni tak boleh gerak langsung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambung tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam menunjukkan pkul 8:05 malam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terlepas waktu berbuka...terus bangun malas ke meja kopi bulat dalam bilik untuk makan makanan yang dah sejuk, dibeli sejak pukul 5 ptang tadi dan popia bersalut sambal dibeli oleh ayub dari bazaar ramadhan...minum 'sky-juice' ngan kurma sebagai pembuka selera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: rasa sangat worse and down...sebab hp tinggal kat umah, segala info pasal mak lambat la update...akak bagi tau pun dlam fb...rase macam 'haram' lagi sebabnya laptop yg rosak tak siap2 lagi kat kedai...memang bikin nangis la dalam selimut sepuas-puas hati...&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/1368086006803766694-4806934690245502562?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4806934690245502562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/08/dukacita.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4806934690245502562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4806934690245502562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/08/dukacita.html' title='dukacita!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6252544853635306128</id><published>2010-08-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:26:34.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth!</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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TFxgkdCc1HI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TDHamRPDM7M/s1600/toothache.gif"&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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TFxgkdCc1HI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TDHamRPDM7M/s320/toothache.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502379024126366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masuk hari ni da hari ke-4 aku tanggung kesakitan sebab tumbuh gigi kat belakang gigi geraham belah kiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit sampai tak boleh nak makan, minum, gosok gigi  even ketawa kuat-kuat.&lt;br /&gt;smalam da pergi klinik, doktor kata biarkan aje gigi tu tumbuh, so dia bagi ubat tahan sakit, antibiotik and bagi ubat pengecutan bengkak tu.&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Semalam: Masuk kelas PIL, 10 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK sangat sejuk, rasa gigi ngilu sangat, kesejukan tu seolah-olah 'mencengkam tempat yang sakit tu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Wan Siti Adibah : 'Syahrul awak tak sehat ke???'&lt;br /&gt;sejurus selepas melihat aku termangu-mangu sambil tahan sakit dalam kelas, aku cuma mengangguk malas...set kelas pkul 8-9 tutorial Partnerships and Company ketawa lucu.&lt;br /&gt;ni sebab kes pagi tadi ngan Miss Shereen Khan.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin cakap: ' Faiz bagi tau la...Faiz sakit gigi'&lt;br /&gt;mula-mula segan sebab da kena ketawa dalam kelas tutorial pagi tadi - yea la bila datang lambat. Sampai, Miss Shereen nak buat kelas tutorial tu dalam bilik aku sebab tunggu aku.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Shereen : 'Syahrul, since you're so quiet today, do you have anything to add??'&lt;br /&gt;this was asked after Kak Aishah read her argument.&lt;br /&gt;konfem2 la aku tak tahu nak jawab apa, sakit gigi tu buat aku rasa antara sedar tak sedar jer (padahal Kak Aishah baca tu betul2 kat telinga kiri aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation malam tadi untuk kelas tutorial tu: hilang entah ke mana.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus jawab 'Nothing' dengan menambah 'Sorry miss, i couldn't pay attention because i have tooth ache'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin membisikkan sesuatu pada Miss Shereen, Miss Shereen terkejut lalu berkata 'you have wisdom tooth!...it's painful you know!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah, kelas jadi gamat, semua orang cakap perkara tu menyakitkan, sampaikan ngilu gigi aku tu jadi bertambah-tambah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Wan Siti Adibah ada cakap sakit gigi adalah sakit yang Ketiga tersakit selepas sakit=mati dan sakit sebab bersalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelas PIL habis awal, terus balik bilik untuk tidur, sebab belah malam tak boleh tidur menanggung sakit gigi tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: terima kasih la pada kawan2 yang cakap 'get well soon' and bagi advice suruh gi klinik kat Azura baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: agak menyampah bila orang yang tak biasa panggil aku dengan nama 'Syahrul'...bunyi macam budak2 hingusan...hahahahahahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6252544853635306128?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6252544853635306128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2566795502251493430</id><published>2010-07-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:37:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisi gelap!</title><content type='html'>kelas hari ini (khamis- Julai 29) bermula pada pukul 8 pagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huissshhh...'tak boleh terima la kelas pagi2 nih'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumpa Shah Faris kat bus stop, aku mengadu benda yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelas pagi dimulakan dengan Tutorial 'Ekuiti dan Undang-Undang Amanah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah!= dipilih menjadi mangsa pertama untuk diajukan soalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personifikasi: soalan tersebut menyentak perasaan 'keengganan penerimaan bahawa kelas bermula seawal pagi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it went on by asking 'what is your expectation of 'Equity and Trust'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahih: mende ni yang terlintas di fikiran bila malam tadi membaca pasal Ekuiti (ko bajet ko rajin la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memandangkan it did come across last night but i never reckoned; or even attempted to find the answer, aku pun eching2 la cakap: 'belajar ekuiti adalah unjuran daripada apa yang belajar kat MLS waktu first year dulu, apa yang Mr. Rama taught in class is the detailed explanation of what is Equity' (statement ini adalah rumusan dari apa yg aku merapu meraban dalam kelas tadi, so never expect la untuk aku tulis sebijik-sebijik apa yang aku cakap tadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cehh...nak bagi nampak educated sikit, aku pun cakap la...'main purpose of equity is to mitigate the harshness of common law-what remedy that common law cannot give you, is provided under equity'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story, the answer was not satisfying Prof. Madya Dr Safinaz, what do i expect from studying equity and trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus dia point Supardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: still menganggap kelas pagi adalah seperti makan benda berlemak tapi konon nak diet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2566795502251493430?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2566795502251493430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/sisi-gelap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2566795502251493430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2566795502251493430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/sisi-gelap.html' title='sisi gelap!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-839592921899503485</id><published>2010-07-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:56:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how are you??</title><content type='html'>everyday...&lt;br /&gt;i wake up,&lt;br /&gt;i get to the window,&lt;br /&gt;inhale the barely fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;and wonder???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what are you doing right now!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i realize that,&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure whether you remember me,&lt;br /&gt;or even care to have me in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;or even refuse to say my name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though,&lt;br /&gt;i'm always right here,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i move along,&lt;br /&gt;it's subuh already...&lt;br /&gt;ablution-cleaning all the yesterdays sins,&lt;br /&gt;hoping the acceptance of Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keep moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-839592921899503485?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/839592921899503485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/839592921899503485'/><link 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terlalu skema,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ambil keputusan tukar ejaan kepada 'GAIA'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;menjadi perbahasan sekarang-kenapa 'GAIA'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;orang expect aku tiru 'Gaia-Gaia-Gaia', yang Zizan Raja Lawak tu berlakon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;padahal tak...tak ada kene mengena pon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAIA-adalah perkataan latin yang merujuk kepada bumi (kalau tak percaya pergi google and check, kalau salah, bagi tau aku a.s.a.p)...huhuhu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;sebenarnya bukan menda ni is the core subject that i would like to write. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;sebenarnya nak cerita yang 'time changes everything'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;once,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know  someone who are really graceful and soft,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;now,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;she is not as graceful as she used to be,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's hard,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;unfriendly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;cold-always turning her cold shoulders when she sees us (i mean my friend and i)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;doing nasty things, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;though she used to be one of the 'head girl' in school (pengawas la!),&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's hanging with her so-called fabulous friends, ( i may say quiet fabulous)...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;tapi,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak kesah la,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;nama pun kawan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;kawan-is not like a contractual agreement that binds you into a relationship that you may be held liable if failure from your part of breaching it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak ada hitam putih,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;no more= 'we will still be friends regardless of anything terrible come towards us'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing binds you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;so suka hati kau la kan nak tegur aku dengan kawan aku ke tak kan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;so, you go your way and i go mine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;dulu, i don't even believe that time may change people,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;but in some circumstances-it's true!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: nak tegur atau tak, nak kawan aku atau tak-itu kau punya pasal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/1368086006803766694-4228597277009685340?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4228597277009685340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/gaia-gaia-gaia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4228597277009685340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4228597277009685340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/07/gaia-gaia-gaia.html' title='Gaia-GAIA-Gaia!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4768857689035429258</id><published>2010-05-15T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T05:55:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cikgu-cikgu, saya nak cakap sesuatu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-6Yjd6KziI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1xn59g2aHDc/s1600/teacherday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471478332393180706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-6Yjd6KziI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1xn59g2aHDc/s320/teacherday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esok meupakan 16 Mei 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esok adalah hari guru yang meraikan guru-guru di Malaysia yang sudah bayak menabur bakti dan jasa kepada semua anak muridnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sebenarnya, tujuan menulis kali ini nak mengimbau kenangan-kenangan lama bersama guru-guru yang aku kira, we've had once created and made the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kali ini nak cerita guru-guru di sekolah rendah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pertama, ada la seorang cikgu ni, dia adalah guru kelas aku untuk tahun 1 Putih, (kelas first y'all). Nama dia cikgu Umi Kalsom. Kalau nak tahu, dia cikgu paling garang dalam kalangan kelas2 pelajar tahun 1. hari kedua masuk kelas, dia terus decide nak jadikan siapa ketua kelas. waktu tu da la 'budak-budak hingusan' lagi, memang aku tak berminat nak jadi 'ketua kelas' pon, yang aku tau aku pergi sekolah-balik-pergi makan ais krim ngan abah atau pekena cendol dulu atau gi merende'(atau bersiar-siar) ngan kakak2 kat shopping complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;entah datang daripada mana dia dapat idea ni, dia terus cakap 'faiz: saya rasa awak paling sesuai jadi ketua kelas, awak jadi yea', dengan nada dia yang garang dan menderau. aku terpinga-pinga terkejut bila murid2 kelas 1 Putih tu terus setuju. Btw, dia org bukan kenal aku, 'apa hal nak setuju2 lak aku jadi ketua'. selepas itu, aku terus memulakan kerja apabila dia menerangkan pasal duty roster, kutip buku dan anta buku latihan atas meja dia-ikut dia ke meja dia di bilik guru. apa-apa pun, walaupun budak2 lain rasa dia sangat garang, aku rasa aku suka dia garang, sebab dia memang sangat baik ngan aku, setiap kali dalam kelas dia selalu puji aku suruh murid2 lain contohi aku bila marah2 kelas. apa2 hal, dia mesti refer aku....cewaaahhhh...sekarang memang aku tak jumpa dia lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apa-apa pon, 'SAYA STILL INGAT CIKGU AND I LOVE YOU!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kedua, naik tahun dua, ada seorang cikgu baru, nama dia cikgu kamis md noor. sekali lagi aku dapat cikgu lelaki dan garang. hari pertama lagi da gopoh2 nak pilih ketua kelas. dia pulak baik dengan cikgu umi kalsom tadi. cikgu umi kalsom suggest aku jadi ketua, dia terus setuju. dia ajar matematik, aku pulak tak pandai matematik-selalu meniru dalam ujian. dia tahu aku meniru, tapi dia tak pernah garang-garang ngan aku berbanding dengan budak lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rupa-rupanya, cikgu kamis itu adalah kawan kepada pakcik dan ayah aku. ya allah! nenek dan atuk aku adalah kawan baik parents dia. tapi dia memang baik, suka buat lawak tapi garang. dia jadi guru kelas aku daripada tahun 2 sampai tahun 4. kalau nak tahu, sepanjang-panjang dia jadi guru kelas itu, selama itulah aku menjadi ketua kelas. dia tak percayakan orang lain dia pernah cakap kat aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kalau nak tahu, cikgu ni la yang ajar aku erti disiplin dan tanggungjawab. ada sekali terhilangkan slip mc budak kelas aku dalam duty roster, tercicir dalam perjalanan ke office untuk antar mende tu. dia suruh aku carik and aku nangis2 la sebab da hilankan. macam biasa, cikgu umi kalsom gak tolong bila dia tgok aku terpinga-pinga carik mende hilang and dia yang tolong cakapkan kat cikgu kamis. cikgu kamis bila didatangi cikgu umi kalsom terus buat muka innocent kata 'da jumpa semua mc slip tu, dia tercicir depan kelas, saja nak tengok dia macam mana...'. cikgu umi kalsom terus senyum sambil tepuk bahu aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ketiga, teringat kat cikgu wan haniza wan johan, guru bahasa inggeris aku tahun dua. dia tu comel, kecik, kelakar and aku rasa dia cikgu bahasa inggeris paling best waktu tu. dia suka bergaya, selalu ushar2 pakaian dia setiap hari datang sekolah (sebab sejak tu da mula fikir2 gaya la, baju cantik la, penampilan la). dia tak pernah fail pakai baju cantik2 and bergaya datang sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kalau dalam test atau exam, aku selalu dapat 100% untuk bahasa inggeris(alah waktu tu suruh warnakan gamba yang betul, isi tempat kosong, betulkan ejaan, etc, takde la suruh letak kes ke, cari punca kuasa 2 ke, persamaan kuadratik ke, gaya bahasa dalam sajak tu ke...bla...bla...). hehe cikgu ni kalau da marah tu marah, aku lak banyak loyar buruk ngan dia and dia pun sama suka loyar buruk ngan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;da la, ini adalah antara cikgu yang paling aku suka sewaktu sekolah rendah dulu. ada lagi cikgu2 lain tapi ini 'on top of the list'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nanti2 cerita cikgu kat sekolah menengah plak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: cikgu-I LOVE Y'ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4768857689035429258?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4768857689035429258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/cikgu-cikgu-saya-nak-cakap-sesuatu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4768857689035429258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4768857689035429258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/cikgu-cikgu-saya-nak-cakap-sesuatu.html' title='cikgu-cikgu, saya nak cakap sesuatu!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-6Yjd6KziI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1xn59g2aHDc/s72-c/teacherday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7600791319573885673</id><published>2010-05-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:38:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first cut is the deepest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-2YlseDiiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wppxsE6Qnow/s1600/broken+heart!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471196895684823586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-2YlseDiiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wppxsE6Qnow/s320/broken+heart!.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the post is going to be a combination of english and bm, because this is straight from my heart of what i felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been listening the song 'first cut is the deepest' over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya sokong 100%, 'luka yang pertama adalah yang paling dalam'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what kind of cut that i meant???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'luka' yang dibuat oleh orang dengan 'menyakiti hati dan perasaan kita as we are worthless, as you can toy me around as you think i'm your friend, so it wouldn't be a big deal...huh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah...tak reti nak jaga perasaan orang lain. Pastu presumed innocent=eching2 suci, buat2 diri tak bersalah. Then, bila da rasa bersalah, and began apoligizing- it's already too late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, the thing that you've done to me can be undone through forgiveness. yes, i accept your apology, but don't think i will easily forgive you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, don't expect me, untuk layan you semacam aku layan ko when we are 'real friend'. yup we are still friend, it should be no more of bad feeling towards each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi aku tetap ada perasaan bahawa kau tak seperti dulu after you cut me and left me in despair and disappointment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i accept your forgiveness sebab sakitkan hati aku, but i would feel awkward and rasa pelik bila berbaik ngan orang yang pernah sakitkan hati aku and tak sure la sama ada nak lupakan perkara yang 'menyakitkan' tu atau tak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and, paling tak suka bila ada orang interfere. sudah la, korang tak rasa apa yang aku rasa bila dibuat seperti tak ada harga diri and menjadi orang 'bodoh' yang konon menjadi 'kawan', akhirnya disakiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lepas tu buat macam2 nak ambil hati aku. btw...it doesn't work on me sebab da cakap tadi, perasaan aku terhadap orang yang menyakiti aku memang totaly menjadi lain sebab 'first cut is the deepest'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;akhir kata, yes!...i can forgive you but selepas itu, kita tidak akan seperti dahulu lagi. Aku tahu, maybe dia terasa tapi aku lagi perit untuk menelannya atau memikirkannya kerana pandangan aku terhadapnya berubah sama sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: first cut is the deepest...sampai tinggal parut sehingga teknologi perubatan yang tertinggi pun belum tentu boleh hilangkan parut tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-7600791319573885673?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7600791319573885673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-cut-is-deepest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7600791319573885673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7600791319573885673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-cut-is-deepest.html' title='first cut is the deepest...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-2YlseDiiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wppxsE6Qnow/s72-c/broken+heart!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3168149137749250891</id><published>2010-05-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:01:41.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurindam Jiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMcebyBgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ijrnOmHAlYU/s1600/snapshot20100513131123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470620593205413378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMcebyBgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ijrnOmHAlYU/s320/snapshot20100513131123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMb596K8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bJrzobsGRB0/s1600/snapshot20100513131114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470620583416441794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMb596K8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bJrzobsGRB0/s320/snapshot20100513131114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMbgwWyqI/AAAAAAAAAao/ibZWQNC2JwU/s1600/snapshot20100513131050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470620576648710818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMbgwWyqI/AAAAAAAAAao/ibZWQNC2JwU/s320/snapshot20100513131050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kegemaran mendengar dan menghayati lagu-lagu lama menyebabkan lagu ini yang didendangkan oleh Nordin Ahmad dan Latifah Omar dalam filem 1966 bertajuk yang sama, menyebabkan saya terpanggil untuk menulis post untuk blog yang sudah lama saya tinggalkan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lagu ini, memiliki maksud yang mendalam kepada diri apabila lagu ini seperti menyuarakan hasrat hati seorang kekasih kepada kekasihnya mengenai perhubungan, yang selalu ada halangan. namun suara si kekasih yang menyampaikan hasratnya menyatakan bahawa mereka tidak perlu risau, perkara tersebut hanyalah sebagai cabaran yang harus ditempuhi, hidup harus diteruskan walaupun mereka mungkin akan berpisah atau tidak mungkin berjumpa lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walaubagaimanapun. qadha' dan qadar di tangan Allah, mereka pasti dipertemukan walau apa pun yang terjadi, seperti yang terpancar dalam rangkap ketiga lagu ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seterusnya, mereka tidak takut akan perpisahan yang disebabkan kematian. mereka akur bahawa itu adalah ketentuan yang masa Esa dan tidak seharusnya ditentang. Seperti dalam rangkap terakhir, cinta mereka akan kekal sehingga sanggup menanti di pintu syurga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;begitulah, laras bahasa dan keagungan citra budaya warisan yang terdapat dalam lagu ini. Di sini disertakan lirik lagu dan video lagu ini. Selamat 'menyelam ke dasar lautan...'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tuai Padi Antara Masak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esok Jangan Layu-Layuan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intai Kami Antara Nampak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esok Jangan Rindu-Rinduan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Anak Cina Pasang Lukah,&lt;br /&gt;Lukah Di Pasang Tanjung Jati,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di Dalam Hati Tidak Ku Lupa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebagai Rambut Bersimpul Mati."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Batang Selasih Permainan Budak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daun Selasih Dimakan Kuda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bercerai Kasih Bertalak Tidak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seribu Tahun Kembali Juga."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Burung Merpati Terbang Seribu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hinggap Seekor di Tengah Laman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hendak Mati di Hujung Kuku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hendak Berkubur di Tapak Tangan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kalau Tuan Mudik ke Hulu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carikan Saya Bunga Kemboja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau Tuan Mati Dahulu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nantikan Saya di Pintu Syurga."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: teringat+sedih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1368086006803766694-3168149137749250891?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3168149137749250891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/gurindam-jiwa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3168149137749250891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3168149137749250891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/05/gurindam-jiwa.html' title='Gurindam Jiwa'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S-uMcebyBgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ijrnOmHAlYU/s72-c/snapshot20100513131123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-981490019437537779</id><published>2010-04-26T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:13:24.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another sad love song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9XXk9ADI9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Hoo3gZNx5Ss/s1600/43136843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9XXk9ADI9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Hoo3gZNx5Ss/s320/43136843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464510752733995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;tade pape,&lt;br /&gt;tajuk ini tajuk lagu Toni Braxton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ni memang best! suka dengan vokal dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyh berbalik ngan tujuan menulis post ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini adalah hari yang paling down. Sebab jawab IP tadi. Memanag susah sangat. Entah, rasa macam nak nangis pun ada. Tak tahu la camne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu=TORT!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes malas nak baca. Buku pun baca ala-ala kadar jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu merungut sorang-sorang 'tak tahu jawab la..', 'susah la..', 'soklan tah papa la..', 'tak tahu...tak pernah belajar la'...macam-macam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal 'attitude' aku macam tu. Ngada-ngada. 'Tak tahu menari disalahkan lantai yang tak rata'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Azwan Zahadi: ...mak suruh baca kes sekarang!!!!, kang mak marah!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Faiz Zahadi: 'kejap...kejap...tengah update blog, lepas ni baca...sat...sat!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: perbualan di atas adalah khayalan semata-mata, dibayangkan sekiranya perkara ini berlaku di rumah!&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/1368086006803766694-981490019437537779?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/981490019437537779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-sad-love-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/981490019437537779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/981490019437537779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-sad-love-song.html' title='just another sad love song....'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9XXk9ADI9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Hoo3gZNx5Ss/s72-c/43136843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6724557580258050446</id><published>2010-04-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:26:25.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gitulah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9NT5YZQk1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/0VwzPk8CQrY/s1600/guggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9NT5YZQk1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/0VwzPk8CQrY/s320/guggg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463803018196587346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok..saya sedang mengalami masalah sehingga 'i'm overly depressed'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh...btw..semalam pergi tonton teater Mak Yong...'SINDO' dekat panggung eksperimen ASWARA. Best sangat! It is my first time watching mak yong in live act. It is the most unforgettable experience i've ever had. The performance is superb!...walaupun tak faham beberapa bahasa yang digunakan, but then dari segi gerak tari dan lakonan, kita dapat memahaminya. Itulah seni, kita tidak dapat mengamatinya dengan mata kasar. Suka dengan lakonan yang memegang watak SINDO, emosinya yang dalam kesusahan dan kepayahan dapat membuatkan mata saya bergenang dengan air. Babak-babak melucukan yang kadangkala 'slapstik' masih ada, tetapi perkara ini yang mencuit hati saya dan penonton, tak kering gusi. Loghat kurang jelas tetapi hal ini bukan menjadi satu perkara yang memberi kerosakan kepada keseluruhan cerita kerana akur dengan kebolehan para pelakon yang bukan daripada negeri asal Mak Yong dipersembahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..kembali kepada tema utama 'post' ini. Ya, saya memang mengalami masalah. Tetapi entah mengapa kali ini saya seakan-akan tidak boleh mengawal emosi. Mungkin disebabkan desakan keadaan. Namun, saya masih tidak suka akan perbuatan orang yang apabila kita mengalami masalah, cuba untuk menjadi 'badut', yang memperolok-olok atau membuat lawak-lawak bodoh, mahu menenangkan keadaan. Kadangkala, perkara itu tidak ada kena mengena dengan diri mereka, tetapi orang lain, mereka seolah-olah mencuba untuk mengatasi masalah yang saya hadapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa pelik sebab masalah itu datang dalam diri saya dengan keadaan sekeliling, tetapi mereka mencuba seolah-olah mereka yang mengalaminya. Saya jadi rimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkenaan masalah yang dihadapi. Mungkin the problems getting severe when it is backed with exam's in a row..as i can't concentrate on what i revise. Then still, if i try to sort it out, it turns out i don't study because of so carried away, thinking and dwelling with that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah, nak cerita pada orang=MALAS.&lt;br /&gt;Nak menangis sebab rasa macam perlu=NOT HELPING&lt;br /&gt;fikirkan pasal masalah itu jadi=TENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, betullah kata-kata Arif Hakimi, buat sesuatu yang u can get away with it, mesti akan lupa perkara tersebut. Terus, saya ikut benda ni. Keberkesanannya, nanti akan diceritakan sebab ini peringkat permulaan. Eh, tadi tengok movie ngan Yatt, Mun ngan Mohd Nural...ok itulah satu permulaan yang baik, sibukkan diri dengan menonton movie dengan kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is the complicated one but not necessarily involving you. Bila saya ada masalah, saya perlukan masa untuk berfikir sejenak dan terdiam. Bila keadaan ini berlaku, janganlah nak suruh saya buat itu, ini, jadi macam itu, jadi macam ini, pergi sana,pergi sana. Biarlah saya sendiri berusaha to overcome it...GITULAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dalam beberapa jam nak gi bersarapan kat SMC...so jangan tido untuk subuh and ke sana!&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/1368086006803766694-6724557580258050446?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6724557580258050446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/gitulah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6724557580258050446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6724557580258050446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/gitulah.html' title='gitulah...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S9NT5YZQk1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/0VwzPk8CQrY/s72-c/guggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4587734826039656616</id><published>2010-04-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:50:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAPORAN SEHARI BUDAK COMOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pada 21 April 2010, saya telah pergi ke Mid-Valley MegaMall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semasa menunggu tren sampai, terserempak dengan Nadhirah Nai'emah Sa'dullah dan Nurul Farahana Mohd Aini a.k.a Offee serta seorang lagi kawan mereka.Borak-borak sakan dan mereka juga mahu ke ** untuk menhilangkan tekanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sampai tepat di stesen komuter Mid Valley pada pukul 1207 tgah hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sampai, saya bergerak ke satu kedai yang saya sudah lama mahu membeli seluar di sana. Alamak! harganya RM 159.00, tak jadi lah beli. Tapi, hati kembali girang apabila 'promoter' butik tersebut terus berkata, "Ada SALE!, 80% cut Off price!".&lt;br /&gt;Lantas saya terus mengambil seluar tersebut dan mencuba seluar itu. L. Besarnya. Lupa pula, gemuk, berat badan da naik, ada hati nak ambil saiz M. Setelah berpuas hati terus ke kaunter pembayaran untuk membuat pembayaran. Hati bertambahlah gembira apabila harga yang dikenakan jauh lagi murah berbanding harga asal selepas potongan 80% tersebut. 'HUHUW'...tersenyum puas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya, perut rasa tersangatlah lapar. Terus menuju ke McD untuk membaham 'Quarter Pounder' dengan 'Sundae Ice-Cream'. Mana tak gemuk, makan tak 'hengat' dunia. Sebelum ke McD, singgah MPH untuk membeli majalah GLAM. Majalah GLAM LELAKI da ada dalam simpanan. Bagi mengisi masa lapang, belilah GLAM dengan cover girl 'KAVITA SIDHU'. Sebab beli cover majalah ni cantik sangat. Nak FRAME kan nanti gantung kat bilik!&lt;br /&gt;Sambil makan McD, sambil membelek majalah tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu, saya bergegas ke G2000, PDI, SEED, TOPMAN,PHILOSOPHY, GIORDANO, dll. Hal ini kerana saya mahu mencari baju tema 'Merah' yang sesuai untuk persandingan sepupu saya yang bertemakan merah. Namun, saya tidak menjumpai satu pun yang sesuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekecewaan saya pula terubat apabila membeli benda lain. Benda tersebut adalah Spek Mata Hitam ala-ala 'wayfearer' RAY-BAN tapi bukan jenama sebenar. Sangat suka dan gembira, terus ke ST CINNAMON untuk membeli sedikit roti-rotinya untuk dibuat bkalan pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara kesimpulannya, walaupun berbelanja keseorangan, saya tetap gembira dan rasa bebas ketika 'bershopping'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:RAKAN 1: " MotiFFFFFFFFFFF!..ko nak buat cerita ala-ala laporan budak sekolahnya format!"&lt;br /&gt;BUDAK COMOT: "eh sukatila..kang ko baca siap ko!"&lt;br /&gt;RAKAN 1: "hehehehehehhhhh....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4587734826039656616?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4587734826039656616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/laporan-sehari-budak-comot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4587734826039656616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4587734826039656616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/laporan-sehari-budak-comot.html' title='LAPORAN SEHARI BUDAK COMOT!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-904422367622829287</id><published>2010-04-20T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:16:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gulai ayam+itik madu+kuihtalamsuji</title><content type='html'>hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak pernah cakap 'saya ni perfect..bajet bagus' sampai 'korang kene ikut apa yang aku cakap!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau tak suka....&lt;br /&gt;cakap!&lt;br /&gt;atau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat macam ada seorang mamat yg dulunya aku baik gila, tapi sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;dia buat macam tak kenal aku langsung...tu buat...(aku mengaku aku bersalah ngan dia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak suka...cakap la kat depan-depan,&lt;br /&gt;pernah pulak aku cakap kat korang...'awak tidak ada hak untuk cakap macam tu kat saya'...&lt;br /&gt;bila siap kali korang kutuk-kutuk aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada berani???:&lt;br /&gt;'sila cakap depan-depan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau takut:&lt;br /&gt;'cakap dalam kelambu sudah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: betul cakap mak ngan abah bila aku umur tujuh tahun dlu...tak semua bunga yang cantik itu wangi...tak semua gula-gula itu manis...tak semua org boleh dipercayai...luar nampak macam pari-pari syurga-cakap seolah-olah tidak ada apa yang berlaku, dalam...macam......(sukar nak digambarkan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 'buzz' aku dlu cakap.....******...skang aiihhh...macam lain jer waktu dia buzz aku dlu kat ym arituh....'baik-baik belaka'+'bahagia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 'never say never'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-904422367622829287?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/904422367622829287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/gulai-ayamitik-madukuihtalamsuji.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/904422367622829287'/><link 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bila ada orang yang buat-buat suci depan orang lain padahal suka carik pasal ngan orang lain...mulut mengalahkan bidadari syurga bila berdepan dengan orang lain, tapi bila tak berdepan...mak aaiiihhh pijak  gajah pun tak mati...cakap macam seolah-olah dia lah nabi yang maksum yang apa yang dia cakap semuanya betul, tak kan berdosa kalau dia cakap apa2 pun...tak kesah la dia cakap kat mana-mana pon..atas kertas, atas batu..atas skrin ke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal ngan orang, tapi aku tak de terhegeh-hegeh carik pasal ngan orang yang cakap macam-macam pasal aku, kononnya aku buat salah, hey..come on, aku dok diam2 ko kacau aku, pastu bila aku melenting ko kata aku 'orang jahat'....siapa kau nak tentukan aku jahat atau baik...kau belum tentu baik..kita sama-sama jahat so..beringatlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal ngan orang, tapi aku paling menyampah bila aku tak carik pasal dengan orang yang aku nak tu nyebok2 ngan orang yang aku nak sangat carik pasal...hmmmm tahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal ngan orang, tapi aku carik pasal memang aku nak carik pasal..aku carik pasal dengan tiada unsur-unsur pengaruh pihak tidak berpatutan kat sini...da aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal...so be it la...tiada siapa pun jadi 'firestone' (kalau kau faham bahsa inggeris: kalau tak 'direct translation' nya adalah 'batu api') untuk aku carik pasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal, tapi kekadang tu, orang yang aku suka carik pasal tu kawan baik aku sendiri, so..tiada istilah 'kawan baik tak patut kene marah atau tak patut kene maki' sebab aku carik pasal bersebab...walaupun aku ni kuat mengumpat, berseluar skinny dan berparas laku buruk aku tetap nak bawak dalil ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" dir="ltr"&gt;'Surah Al- Imran: 118-119'Wahai orang-orang yang beriman! Janganlah kamu mengambil  orang-orang yang bukan dari kalangan kamu menjadi “orang dalam” (yang  dipercayai). Mereka tidak akan berhenti-henti berusaha mendatangkan  bencana kepada kamu. Mereka sukakan apa yang menyusahkan kamu. Telahpun  nyata (tanda) kebencian mereka pada pertuturan mulutnya, dan apa yang  disembunyikan oleh hati mereka lebih besar lagi. Sesungguhnya telah kami  jelaskan kepada kamu keterangan-keterangan itu jika kamu (mahu)  memahaminya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" dir="ltr"&gt;Awaslah! Kamu ini adalah orang-orang (yang melanggar larangan), kamu  sahajalah yang suka (dan percayakan mereka, sedang mereka tidak suka  kepada kamu. kamu juga beriman kepada segala Kitab Allah (sedang mereka  tidak beriman kepada Al-Quran). Dan apabila mereka bertemu dengan kamu  mereka berkata: “Kami beriman”, tetapi apabila mereka berkumpul sesama  sendiri, mereka menggigit hujung jari kerana geram marah (kepada kamu),  katakanlah (wahai Muhammad): “Matilah kamu dengan kemarahan kamu itu”.  Sesungguhnya Allah sentiasa mengetahui akan segala (isi hati) yang ada  di dalam dada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaku aku suka carik pasal, tapi aku mengaku, ko buat statement itu ini konon kau tak carik pasal ngan orang lain...bukankah statement2 kau itu cukup menunjukkan kau suka carik... pasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tengah sebok2 memikirkan baju apa yang hendak di pakai untuk persandingan Kak Anyah-Sepupu...sebok pulak tulis mende nih...arrghhh faham2 sudeyh kenapa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2883417375614981070?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2883417375614981070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/beraninya-kau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2883417375614981070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2883417375614981070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/beraninya-kau.html' title='beraninya kau...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4625501999756674581</id><published>2010-04-16T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:09:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerminan: mansia yang itu dan engkau yang suci...</title><content type='html'>saya bukan seorang perawi hadis...&lt;br /&gt;jauh sekali seorg pengumpul al-quran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya hanyalah seorang hamba Allah S.W.T,&lt;br /&gt;yang tidak pernah mengaku saya sempurna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana saya mengaku,&lt;br /&gt;2 kalimah syahadah yang terungkap,&lt;br /&gt;kesaksian bahawa kesempurnaan adalah milik Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun,&lt;br /&gt;ada manusia,&lt;br /&gt;yang mengaku mereke sempurna,&lt;br /&gt;sampaikan,&lt;br /&gt;mereka dengan senang hati tidak mahu mengaku kekhilafan mereka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapakah,&lt;br /&gt;bila berlaku sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;manusia tercengang-tercengang,&lt;br /&gt;mengaduh domba ke sana-sini,&lt;br /&gt;mengusung kisah ke hulu ke hilir,&lt;br /&gt;menulis berita dalam 'buku digital',&lt;br /&gt;menyatakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt; sudah melampau...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu &lt;/span&gt;terlalu keji'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'manusia yang itu &lt;/span&gt;harus binasa...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt; jijik'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt; celaka...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt; bagai hantu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'manusia itu&lt;/span&gt; 'membuang' ku...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terdiam sejenak,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak mengerti,&lt;br /&gt;apakah '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu'&lt;/span&gt; yang kau maksudkan...menistai dirimu...&lt;br /&gt;bukan kah kau dulu yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mengaduh domba, mengusung  kisah...dan menulis berita!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah!,&lt;br /&gt;kau membuat kan kau,&lt;br /&gt;disaksi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suci&lt;/span&gt; oleh dunia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kau 'dibuang' oleh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kau pula yang mahu marah2...dengan mengaduh domba, mengusung kisah, menulis berita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seolah-olah kau tidak sepatutnya 'dibuang' sebegitu sahaja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedarlah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sandiwara &lt;/span&gt;kau itu sudah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan kau biasa menjadi hipokrit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dengan wajahmu yang dibuat-buat suci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secara tersiratnya,&lt;br /&gt;muka mu penuh dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daging-daging hitam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang kau sendiri jadikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedarkah kau,&lt;br /&gt;kau tidak akan selamat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak mungkin hari ini...tapi mungkin esok lusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana,&lt;br /&gt;Allah S.W.T melarang keras,&lt;br /&gt;umat nya dalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surah Al-MAidah Ayat-2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'dan janganlah kamu tolong-menolong dalam melakukan perkara-perkara dosa dan pelanggaran'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebencian&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; kepada mu kerana hiprokisi-mu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menempatkan kau dalam keadaan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di mana kau cuba berbuat sesuatu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agar kau sentiasa dihulur simpati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dikasihani, diberi pertolongan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedarlah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu&lt;/span&gt; sudah bosan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosan dengan lakonan mu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berharaplah...kau akan selamat buat selama-lamanya,&lt;br /&gt;kerana...&lt;br /&gt;kata-kata nista kau di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'buku digital'&lt;/span&gt; itu,&lt;br /&gt;merupakan cerminan diri kau yang sebenar,&lt;br /&gt;dan pasti terbalas kerana sudah ku bicarakan sebentar tadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'kesempurnaan milik Allah S.W.T'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maka balasan yang kan kau terima akan lebih 'sempurna'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sesempurna kau..yang berani mengutuk2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia yang itu...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;p/s: sajak ini dibuat dan ditujukan kepada seseorg...dengan ucapan..'sedap makan kuih talam gred a nih!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4625501999756674581?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4625501999756674581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/cerminan-mansia-yang-itu-dan-engkau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4625501999756674581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4625501999756674581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/cerminan-mansia-yang-itu-dan-engkau.html' title='cerminan: mansia yang itu dan engkau yang suci...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3549399901709155174</id><published>2010-04-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:29:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold!</title><content type='html'>it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20, the rain had stopped. it is a sign for me to continue my reading for next paper (Undang-undang keluarga islam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's getting tougher as you grow older. obstacles ensued asking you to get through it. right now, a lot of things started to come across troubling my mind. Headache!. what remedy is the best to cast you away as panadol wouldn't be that such  a good healer to ease the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath....breath in..breath out. next turn on the radio on the internet. songs were........., turn on 'youtube', plays 'it  must have  been love', 'when i see you smile', 'alone', 'don't stop believing'....'bohemian rhapsody'. all the soft rocks and definitely change the mood as i sing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough. who said it is easy as A...B..C!. but be sure that you get through to it. if you don't, life is meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-3549399901709155174?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3549399901709155174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3549399901709155174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3549399901709155174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/cold.html' title='cold!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5084547139849191308</id><published>2010-04-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:46:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panas!</title><content type='html'>badan sakit-sakit, sengal sana-sengal sini. selongkar losyen berangin, urut perlahan-lahan pada kaki sampai meresap ke bahagian yang sakit. 'berangin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok 8:30 pagi 'Ekologi Global dan Pembangunan Lestari' di Dectar. Jam sekarang menunujukkan pukul 1.41 minit pagi. hanya tinggal 4 bab sahaja yang belum dibaca. 'Lepas ni la', update blog dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilik sangat bersepah. tak macam first year dulu, rajin mengemas. mungkin sebabnya, dulu sibuk, bab-bab kemas mengemas ni tak jadi suatu prioriti. sekarang tak lagi. hujung minggu ni, nak bawa pulang benda-benda yang tak pakai dan buang mana-mana yang patut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail-fail dan barang-barang jaksa akan dipulangkan kepada Yati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sengal-sengal di kaki makin lama makin menyurut...alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;pembacaan diteruskan, dengan harapan...'boleh jawab dengan tenang dan tenteram esok'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: jiwa kosong...hati batu...lidah kelu...buntu..memikirkan masa depan sampai benak jadi kusut..gitu ka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-5084547139849191308?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2259320810399802572</id><published>2010-04-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:51:26.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the road that i am heading to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S8AfQt0nn9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/N7_-a1eZrsk/s1600/27038_1337301725580_1622228602_813444_2401293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S8AfQt0nn9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/N7_-a1eZrsk/s320/27038_1337301725580_1622228602_813444_2401293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458397120411705298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S8AfhMt5aOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/12J2gwnv-nc/s1600/27038_1337301885584_1622228602_813448_4573867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S8AfhMt5aOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/12J2gwnv-nc/s320/27038_1337301885584_1622228602_813448_4573867_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458397403582916834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to walk away to where am i going to...&lt;br /&gt;n i shouldn't ever look back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2259320810399802572?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2259320810399802572/comments/default' title='Post 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6916433605358520029</id><published>2010-04-07T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:08:17.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awak bercakap dengan saya ke???</title><content type='html'>saya bercakap sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi, bukan kepada awak,&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa awak perlu sibuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya menulis sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi, bukan untuk awak,&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa awak mahu baca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya memandang sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi, saya bukan memandang awak,&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa awak tersipu-sipu malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya terfikir sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi, saya tidak memikirkan awak,&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa awak mendambakan saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ketawakan sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi saya tertawa sebab,&lt;br /&gt;awak mencuit hati saya,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa awak marah bila saya tertawakan awak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebab kali ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya bermaksud yang saya rasa sesuatu terhadap diri awak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dapat idea ni...masa tengah naik tren...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6916433605358520029?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6916433605358520029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/awak-bercakap-dengan-saya-ke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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RIVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7t5ZnXUyDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zKtlw_PMjVk/s1600/breakfast_at_tiffanys04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7t5ZnXUyDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zKtlw_PMjVk/s320/breakfast_at_tiffanys04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457088854459992114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon River, wider than a mile,&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing you in style some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,&lt;br /&gt;wherever you're going I'm going your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two drifters off to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;There's such a lot of world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end--&lt;br /&gt;waiting 'round the bend,&lt;br /&gt;my huckleberry friend,&lt;br /&gt;Moon River and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken from  the movie...'Breakfast at Tiffany's' one of my favourite film ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-1981838302492452486?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1981838302492452486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/moon-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1981838302492452486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1981838302492452486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/moon-river.html' title='MOON RIVER!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7t5ZnXUyDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zKtlw_PMjVk/s72-c/breakfast_at_tiffanys04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5884032173653939116</id><published>2010-04-06T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:27:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awak pernah rasa tak awak ambil semua benda dan awak rasa awak tak bagus kat mana2part pon!</title><content type='html'>i'm faiz zahadi,&lt;br /&gt;i'm budak comot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be everything.&lt;br /&gt;i love to venture in everything.&lt;br /&gt;i love to involve in anything.&lt;br /&gt;i love to be apart of something big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was given the tasks i barely know how to do it,&lt;br /&gt;it's ok,&lt;br /&gt;i did give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;i get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be everything that i wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i finally realize that,&lt;br /&gt;that is not me,&lt;br /&gt;i can't be everything,&lt;br /&gt;i can't cope to do it all,&lt;br /&gt;i can't commit with two things at one times,&lt;br /&gt;i can be a student,&lt;br /&gt;but can i be others on the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm faiz zahadi,&lt;br /&gt;i'm budak comot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;as who would believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 'wherever you're going...i'm going your way!&lt;div 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bagus kat mana2part pon!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6851283635701849324</id><published>2010-04-06T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:57:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>romantisisme jogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7sgMYnE7jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/I3A5QNxqAys/s1600/jogging_adidas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7sgMYnE7jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/I3A5QNxqAys/s320/jogging_adidas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990770626358834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam menunjukkan pkul 6:05 petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah tiba masanya untuk aku bergegas ke tasik kejuruteraan untuk berjogging. hari panas. pancaran matahari menyilaukan mata. mataku tertancap, memejamkan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah berbulan-bulan tidak turun berjogging. biarpun keseorangan, HP Nokia Xpress Music 5320 menjadi peneman dengan lagu-lagu seleksi sendiri. Bernyanyi sambil berjalan menuju ke destinasi yang dituju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai sahaja di sana, matahari makin bengis menunjukkan kuasanya. Panas!. tidak mengapa ku teruskan jua. Mula lah, berlari sambil bernyanyi dan menikmati kecantikan alam ciptaan Illahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terperasan sesuatu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'holly goodness, construction of the fuu site...obstructs my way to the other end', detak hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa girang bertukar. kecewa mengambil tempat dalam hati sambil berdecik dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cis, pembangunan yang UKM mahukan, sampai aku nak jogging pun terhalang....hmmm..tidak mengapalah, patah balik dan pergi hujung sana...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaki berpatah balik menukar arah laluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semasa menukar itu, aku tergamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seseorang yang sudah lama dikenali tetapi tidak pernah ku tahu namanya, usal sekali bertegur sapa, berselisih denganku. dia tidak bercakap apa-apa sekali lagi tetapi gerak tubuh dan lirikan matanya sambil berlalu pergi kepadaku cukup menyatakan bahawa dia kenal dan mahu bersapa dengan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa, sekali lagi perkara ini berlaku? kalau mahu tegur silakan. tapi siapa sepatutnya yang harus menegur dahulu, dia atau aku???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persoalan itu ku biarkan mundar mandir di pelosok otak ku. kerana, aku tahu-persoalan itu tidak akan terjawab. aku ketawa kecil. ingin sekali aku bersua dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selepas aku berlalu pulang ke za'ba, aku asyik terfikirkan insiden tadi. aku akan biarkan kejadian ini perkara yang tak akan aku lupakan sepanjang sesi ini. Romantis bukan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: reconsidering kak umi's idea to jog from kiy to za'ba..all the way down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: saja nak berkarya...'sastera citra budaya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kalau korg rasa lain dari romantis, horror ke, thriller ke, fantasy ke, humour ke...silakan...we live in a free country where we are free to express our ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6851283635701849324?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6851283635701849324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/romantisisme-jogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6851283635701849324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6851283635701849324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/romantisisme-jogging.html' title='romantisisme jogging'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7sgMYnE7jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/I3A5QNxqAys/s72-c/jogging_adidas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8032311285838863012</id><published>2010-04-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:47:24.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>percaturan!</title><content type='html'>percaturan...&lt;br /&gt;kita tidak akan tahu...&lt;br /&gt;apa akan jadi keesokan hari...&lt;br /&gt;kerana,&lt;br /&gt;kita sentiasa berharap...&lt;br /&gt;hari esok,&lt;br /&gt;menjanjikan sesuatu yang lebih baik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan...&lt;br /&gt;maka,&lt;br /&gt;kita tidak berbuat apa-apa,&lt;br /&gt;duduk,&lt;br /&gt;tidur,&lt;br /&gt;bangun,&lt;br /&gt;makan,&lt;br /&gt;berjalan,&lt;br /&gt;dengan harapan menggunung,&lt;br /&gt;tiada apa yang perlu diharap,&lt;br /&gt;kerana hari yang mendatang...&lt;br /&gt;bukan hari buat kita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan...&lt;br /&gt;tapi,&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah...&lt;br /&gt;percaturan yang maha esa jalinkan,&lt;br /&gt;adakah kita tahu?&lt;br /&gt;kalau tidak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;mengapa berpeluk tubuh sahaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan...&lt;br /&gt;kita tidak mahu,&lt;br /&gt;akan datang,&lt;br /&gt;orang lain yang...merana,&lt;br /&gt;kerana perbuatan kita,&lt;br /&gt;yang kononnya,&lt;br /&gt;kitalah yang membuat percaturan...&lt;br /&gt;apa,&lt;br /&gt;bisakah kita memutar masa,&lt;br /&gt;agar semuanya kembali,&lt;br /&gt;seperti sedia kala???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan,&lt;br /&gt;menyaksikan,&lt;br /&gt;kita tertawa,&lt;br /&gt;dengan kawan-kawan,&lt;br /&gt;yang konon mengaduh janji,&lt;br /&gt;yang semuanya akan selamat,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa perlu rasa takut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan,&lt;br /&gt;yang maha kuasa,&lt;br /&gt;tidak semua yang kita senangkan,&lt;br /&gt;akan kita senangi,&lt;br /&gt;kawan-kawan itu...&lt;br /&gt;membantukah kita kemudian nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaturan,&lt;br /&gt;akan menyebabkan kita rebah,&lt;br /&gt;tersungkur pada bayang-bayang sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;barulah kita sedar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percaturan tetap percaturan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selama ini aku tidak pernah risau dan takut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;akhirnya aku jadi bacul dan pengecut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; sajak ini untuk seseorang...memang buat khas dan menggambarkan diri dia yang tak pernah sedar diri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sajak ni tak perfek...tapi bak kata Supermodel Iman-"Imperfection!, that's make us beautiful"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-8032311285838863012?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8032311285838863012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/percaturan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8032311285838863012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8032311285838863012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/percaturan.html' title='percaturan!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3669126609941090589</id><published>2010-04-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:43:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beberapa pengajaran yang saya dapat troughout this term!</title><content type='html'>1. kalau tak nak...cakap tak nak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sentiasa gunakan masa terluang yang ada...tak kira la tunggu bas ke...apa ke...sebab kita tak akan tau adakah kita akan sempat untuk belajar nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. jgan studi last2 minit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. orang yang baik dengan kita tak semestinya baik rupanya...sentiasa berjaga-jaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kuat tidur...berat badan jadi 'meriah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. selalu tak datang kelas...hebat sangatkah kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. berjimat cermat la...kan da bnyak utang..bila tak cukup duit..gi kutip utang-utang kat orang...sampai jadi isu padahal nak kutip hak kita ja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 'main selamat'...baru paham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. berjaga-jaga dengan orang talam dua muka...sakit hati kita gak nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ada orang yang suka 'hisap darah' orang lain..bukan vampire  ke apa...tapi 'claim' itu keje dia...pastu berbangga..padahal orang di sini yang terhegeh-hegeh buat walaupun  macam siput&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. cakap siang pandang-pandang..bila da kene...mula cari salah orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. lain kali jangan cerita semua benda kat orang...boleh percaya ka orang  itu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. benda da ada depan mata tak nak hargai atau bertegursapa...da nak abis baru menyesal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. di sebalik mekap yang tebal...tersembunyi kepura-puraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 'takyah tolong...pernah ke dia tolong kita'...baru kau sentap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 'rayuan'- jangan mudah termakan...makan keropok losong lagi sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. penat-jangan mengungkit-sebab ada orang lagi penat la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 'imperfection'...saya tidak sempurna...'anda bercakap seolah-olah anda la terlalu sempurna  mengalahkan tuhan!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. bnyak orang da tolong saya....terima kasih bnyak2 dan hanya Allah S.W.T sahaja yang mampu balas budi korang...korang da best...p/s: mende ni bukan untuk orang2 yang tak tolong saya...termasuk yang nak dapat nama jerw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. tetapkan pendirian...dalam hati ada taman (bak kata nural)...kalau da takde hati...memang saya tak akan buat...n...hati saya menentukan keredhaan sesuatu sebab saya  yang buat!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ada individu-individu yang menjadi penyeri...penambah rasa dalam hidup saya yang kacau bilau...tanpa mereka saya macam orang gila (huhuhu)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: perkuatkan diri...bnyakkan berdoa padanya...EXAM  is just around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-3669126609941090589?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3669126609941090589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/beberapa-pengajaran-yang-saya-dapat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3669126609941090589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3669126609941090589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/04/beberapa-pengajaran-yang-saya-dapat.html' title='beberapa pengajaran yang saya dapat troughout this term!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6577561811954463629</id><published>2010-03-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:43:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for my happy ending!</title><content type='html'>i'm faiz zahadi&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budak comot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is the first day i live the day in which i am nothing&lt;br /&gt;i became normal&lt;br /&gt;i became an ordinary university student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to wish those who had been selected...'congratulation!'&lt;br /&gt;to those who didn't...'it is not that you are not good enough to be there but maybe you are too good to be there as you deserve a place of somewhat better...well done and i do believe in you guys...enjoy your life...live the life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do next...???&lt;br /&gt;my plan is to embark in a journey...&lt;br /&gt;journey where i recover or replace the time...i couldn't do that&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't finish that&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't buy that&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have that&lt;br /&gt;it's simple...&lt;br /&gt;doing things that you are longing to do&lt;br /&gt;with some friends&lt;br /&gt;who had supported youwho believe in you&lt;br /&gt;and appreciate you as you are...&lt;br /&gt;forget about the overnight dreams&lt;br /&gt;that we created&lt;br /&gt;...we won't ever make it there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is not our timebut i do believe in the thing called 'hope'&lt;br /&gt;and 'chance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that the chance come&lt;br /&gt;we will grab itas hard as i can&lt;br /&gt;and no one will break that!&lt;br /&gt;and those who i meanti will not apologize things you've done to us&lt;br /&gt;as things done cannot be undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as revenge is very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;till that be ready. it won't be soon before long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it was the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; term of office that I've been into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7N7D0BnOPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m-Uj2wnRZiM/s1600/ku1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7N7D0BnOPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m-Uj2wnRZiM/s320/ku1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454838879111035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6577561811954463629?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6577561811954463629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6577561811954463629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6577561811954463629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='so much for my happy ending!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S7N7D0BnOPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m-Uj2wnRZiM/s72-c/ku1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4183512259618844631</id><published>2010-03-16T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:59:30.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what you get from me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S59U-d06NNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b5RxiIPAcf0/s1600-h/Annex%2520-%2520Dean,%2520James_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S59U-d06NNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b5RxiIPAcf0/s320/Annex%2520-%2520Dean,%2520James_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449167506276758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm faiz zahadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;budak comot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm just a normal person...ordinary people...simple guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who lives in abnormal environment...extraordinary sorrounding...and complicated world..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that we should always lend a helping hands...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that hands would not guarantee that they are helpful...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many hands would you like so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it can be helpful then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as too many cooks will spoil the broth!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i made a mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would stand firmly admit that i'm wrong...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how about you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who done the same thing to me too...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever happen to realize that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do i even care to beg you for my forgiveness???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as what you've done to me...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is so precious...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time and tide, wait for no man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am always late for something...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am a 'time-waster'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you were so that early...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then you just stood there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing nothing but talking instead..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if you aren't seeing each other after that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i call you???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you claim you got a lot of things to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i saw you around wandering in the shopping mall...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands with someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh like it's the best day ever, you happen to spend with...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what happen to the works that should be done in the first place???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you order me to do this...and that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that shouldn't be a problem &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind at all...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what about you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ask you...&lt;br /&gt;even a small favour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;small become huge..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge to be deal with...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i knew it in the first place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be so obedient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better to help other people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are very much in need....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have to admit that sometimes i have to lie...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are a lier too...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as everything that you said...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is always true...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said everything is going to be ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what have you done to ensure it is going to be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as you leave us to do that &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all by ourselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you are so 'busy'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with something&lt;br /&gt;which i don't even believe in every single thing you said to us...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm faiz zahadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;budak comot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn of it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4183512259618844631?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4183512259618844631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-what-you-get-from-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4183512259618844631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4183512259618844631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-what-you-get-from-me.html' title='this is what you get from me!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S59U-d06NNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b5RxiIPAcf0/s72-c/Annex%2520-%2520Dean,%2520James_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6700596101951488198</id><published>2010-03-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:49:54.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ungkapan-ungkapan hari ini yang sangat signifikan!</title><content type='html'>1. Farine: "sekarang ni aku tak ada alasan untuk tak nak belajar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata beliau selepas beborak memikirkan hari ini ada Test IP dan kita org baru lepas habis prgram masing-masing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fatin: "hari ini hari yang tak mendatangkan apa-apa hasil bagi fatin pun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bercakap selepas mencari pelbagai alternatif harga untuk 'print' berwarna di Awal Hijrah, Pusan dan dsb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tak sabar nak balik umah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6700596101951488198?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6700596101951488198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/03/ungkapan-ungkapan-hari-ini-yang-sangat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6700596101951488198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4eyUtSw_YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FLMGgAvrd5k/s1600-h/poster+kapreza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4eyUtSw_YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FLMGgAvrd5k/s320/poster+kapreza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442514743525965186" border="0" /&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4eyUa8S9uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ca4NSDYfFcw/s1600-h/POSTER3+lg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4eyUa8S9uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ca4NSDYfFcw/s320/POSTER3+lg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442514738599884514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;marilah beramai-ramai sertai dan melibatkan diri dalam kedua-dua acara tahunan terbesar ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dijemput kepada semua warga UKM untuk memeriahkan KAPREZA 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: warga FUU...ALSA'S CONFERENCE is a must to be attended by you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6821600307215221680?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6821600307215221680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-invited-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6821600307215221680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6821600307215221680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-invited-to.html' title='you&apos;re invited to....'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4eyUtSw_YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FLMGgAvrd5k/s72-c/poster+kapreza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5678672310735802868</id><published>2010-02-20T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:57:43.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Ulangtahun Umur ELLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4CuS9B9tAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0LhbqijmwXA/s1600-h/snapshot20091128135052.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440539990507238402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4CuS9B9tAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0LhbqijmwXA/s320/snapshot20091128135052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4CuSV-3rSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AOMtqfAsWTQ/s1600-h/13022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440539980025277730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/S4CuSV-3rSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AOMtqfAsWTQ/s320/13022010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gamba-gamba elly yang da cukup 10 tahun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sebelum anda membaca blog ini lebih lanjut, sila nyanyikan rangkap berikut mengikut ton dan rentak yang biasa dinyanyikan oleh orang biasa (ala-ala reasonable man test gitu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Allah selamatkan kamu....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Allah selamatkan Elly Arafat binti Zahadi....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Allah selamatkan kamu...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hari ini hari jadi elly yang ke 10...tak de la nak celebrate bagai nak rak...macam artis sambut birthday...makan-makan ngan family jer...tapi yang paling best budak comot/faiz zahadi telah dengan penuh kesabaran, tekun dan cekal telah menyediakan 2 buah kek coklat moist yang berbeza topping, satu coklat ngan almond and satu lagi coklat and black and white choc. chip...meriah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw, thanx ar kepada akak aku, yang gigih meyediakan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-kuey tiow goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-nasi goreng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sebagai menu menjemput adik-adik sepupu yang sememangnya pelahap (oooppppssss..sorry!)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi best tengok dia orang makan...terpancar kegembiraan dan kepuasan bila dia orang makan (lebih-lebih lagi makan kek aku...nyam...nyam...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ELLY'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: tak sabar nak menulis pasal KAPREZA and the time when we are not considered as ................!&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/1368086006803766694-5678672310735802868?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5678672310735802868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/selamat-hari-ulangtahun-umur-elly_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5678672310735802868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5678672310735802868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/selamat-hari-ulangtahun-umur-elly_20.html' title='Selamat Hari Ulangtahun Umur ELLY!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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dewa...apahal???...satu je...'do not expect people to respect you if you are not willing to respect others!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ar..cakap banyak..kena tulis banyak..buat tangan aku menaip banyak..buat penat jah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Allah S.W.T menghitung apa yang kamu perlakukan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: post ini ditulis dalam keadaan marah...kecewa..sedih...tertipu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-8679893110213418605?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8679893110213418605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/melampau.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8679893110213418605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8679893110213418605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2010/02/melampau.html' title='melampau!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7044292827388662715</id><published>2009-12-28T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:44:57.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku-Ceritamu/My-Story-is-Your-Story-too'/><title type='text'>i'm not gonna give it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eh...dah 7:37 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN!-subuh terlepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus pergi mandi sebab nak pergi kelas U3 yang selama ini dinantikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi rekod pagi ini tercipta: Masa bersiap paling cepat, sebab naik bas pukul 8:00 pagi tadi. Selalu ambil masa satu jam yea untuk ke mana-mana, termasuk ke kelas. Tersenyum di atas bas keseorangan sambil tak sabar nak masuk kelas tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di FSSK, tercangak-cangak cari mana dia '3A 502'/dewan kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Owh...kat atas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan masa dah lambat sebab kelas bermula pukul 8:00, bergegas la budak comot naik tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila buka je pintu bilik yang berjaya dijumpai, kelihatan seorang pensyarah wanita sedang duduk dan di hadapannya seorang pelajar wanita(FST-sebab tengok nama dia ditulis di namelist, tahun 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil buka pintu, budak comot bertanya: "is this the  ******* ******'s class'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensyarah wanita itu menjawab-"yes, masuk2!'. Terus ambil tempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kita tunggu sampai lapan setengah, kalau yang lain tak datang i tell you what to do to fulfill your 3 kredit hours'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;jam menunujukkan '8:30' pagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ok memandangkan yang 4 lagi tak datang (fyi- hanya 6 org sahaja yg mendaftar kursus ini!) maybe kursus ini akan digugurkan, sebab polisi bahagian akademik sendiri yang menetapkan kalau kurang daripada 10 orang yang mendaftar, kursus itu akan dibatalkan.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-terus DOWN! dengan kehadiran kelas, sebab kita orang 2 je yang datang. At least kalau semua orang datang, kita bole 'sort this out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kalau  you nak kelas ngan i lagi, you drop this course and take '******** **** *******', kelas tu 2-5 hari ******, tapi kalau kelas tuh clash ngan mana2 you pnya subjek, you boleh amik masa nih, so i akan datang ajar you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sangat mulia pensyarah ni, sampai sanggup mencadangkan cadangan sebegitu rupa, tapi aku still nak amik course ni jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so, i terpaksa suruh you gugur kursus ini soon,ambil kursus lain, but depend dengan the rest yang tak datang ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Macam dah tak ada harapan-kursus apa yang aku nak amik kalau kursus ni tak ada. Yang lain tu macam 'biasa-biasa jer'(berlagaknya aku!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so apa-apa hal i akan contact you, so kelas boleh bersurai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tiba-tiba...macam ada sinar baru muncul...sinar2 yang akan membuat aku ngan sorang lagi tu akan ambil kos ni! sorang lagi tuh terus menuju ke arahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'puan, sebenarnya saya daftar kursus ni dulu waktu shortsem, tapi memandangkan ada kekangan, saya drop. tapi sampai kat bahagian akademik, kursus tu tak drop pon, so saya sekarang ni repeat paper ni'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'owh macam itu ke'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku apa lagi-terus membatu api kat situ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'puan...would it be possible kita teruskan jer kursus ni because since yang kita orang je yang datang and dia pun terpaksa repeat...kelas kita buat kat bilik puan je, tak perlu datang sini....i memang tak ada apa2 masalah...puan ajar je kita org 2'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun bercakap ngan penuh semangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terpancar pulak riak kegembiraan di muka pensyarah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ok...kalau macam tu, i akan konfemkan dengan bahagian akademik...in the meantime...y'all 2 buat surat kepada i, kenapa-kenapa-kenapa, kursus ini harus dikekalkan, i rasa dengan cara itu, kita boleh adakan kursus ini'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam hati berdetak-YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami berdua keluar dengan menggenggam satu harapan-dengan cara itu boleh kita amik kursus itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:tak perlu ramai-ramai...kalau setakat daftar tapi tak datang, baik korang dok umah goyang kaki, tak payah jadi pelajar ukm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1368086006803766694-7044292827388662715?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7044292827388662715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-gonna-give-it-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7044292827388662715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7044292827388662715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-gonna-give-it-up.html' title='i&apos;m not gonna give it up!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5705532851386723742</id><published>2009-12-26T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:32:15.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this year-fashion forward-backward-upward-downward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SzZHsdHTZhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7wgKJ5oSqeE/s1600-h/h2EpuAsZC6bx4a10OQlFMzta_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598030642046482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SzZHsdHTZhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7wgKJ5oSqeE/s320/h2EpuAsZC6bx4a10OQlFMzta_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i write this, i am thinking of what will be my 4th semester in FUU is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mind started to think about-'Fashion'-then i tend to write something about fashion and style for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the post's title itself oulining the thought, inspiration, and aspiration for this year style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first-Fashion forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion is something that moved forward and developed and it doesn't remain static. it expresses people's self in a sensible way. so for this year, mine would be more stylish than before. not going to be 'overexaggerating', this year will be witnessing outfit that 'sharp' and 'unexpectable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;axcessories should be 'in' with the style. handbags still complement the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second-Fashion backward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might sound a bit odd. but i'm suggesting that though 'fashion forward', but still it should be 'reviewed'. looking the old style, which is not suits you. then a call for a change must be made as being fashionable is fashion which hide your imperfection. if there is skirt, shirt, pant that does not suit you, do something about it or don't wear it. as for me, shirts are to 'small' or to 'large' are always a problem to my appearance-the size should be just nice. un-ironed shirts is a mess!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third-Fashion upward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always think of something that beyond the others might think when it comes to be in style. that is, wearing something that others don't dare to wear or create a distinctive look. be confident in what you wear and doesn't afraid of being criticise. Maybe a change for the style- a new haircut, new excessories, and the most important is what do you think or inspire from your sorroundings that transpire you in your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last-Fashion downward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion might cost you a fortune!. the price worth paying, you can get another that can be paid less. i'm not suggesting that you should by the 'paste'-'fake'-'pirate'-'unoriginal'-'copycat', of Prada, Gucci, Armani, Versace, D&amp;amp;G, usually bags that you bought in the market but try to have something that looks eexpensive or look alike but it is not the 'duplicate' of the 'original' one. if you can afford it you can buy those which is exclusively displayed in stores but fashion shouldn't be too be too expensive till it is called fashion. as for me wear something that make you really stylish is more that enough instead of buying expensive brands(though it put you 'on track'). but it must not make you look 'cheap', 'ugly' and 'unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it...the four motion of fashion i realise that should be shared with you guys. Looking forward to see my friends with their own new style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1368086006803766694-5705532851386723742?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5705532851386723742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year-fashion-forward-backward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5705532851386723742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/5705532851386723742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year-fashion-forward-backward.html' title='this year-fashion forward-backward-upward-downward!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SzZHsdHTZhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7wgKJ5oSqeE/s72-c/h2EpuAsZC6bx4a10OQlFMzta_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-543968347412198384</id><published>2009-12-19T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:53:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do all good things come to an end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i flipped through all my photos, taken since i was like 4-5 something until picture taken last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;feelings varied as every photos were of different story as they told my 'revolution'. it is a series of journey of my life in my 'growing up years'. happy, funny, sad, tears, joy, shocked, disturbed, hatred, disbelief, were all taken place in every picture with the story behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after flipping and seeing through all the photos, i came to the realization with a question of-'why do all good things came to an end?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yup, everyone has their own happy memories happened in their growing up years. it would be absurd to admit that they did't have one. the memories will always remain in mind though some are kept or preserved in photos taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when every starts of something whether good or bad, surely i will beg that it will last forever and it will remain. as for me-good or bad, it is still be a good one in the end. however, it seems to be uneverlasting that it soon come to an end. it's like a hot cup of tea and soon it turns cold in the end and we refuse to drink it after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at first i can't seem to understand...as i grew up, then it changed into thought that the things shouldn't remain. this is because of a lot of reasons that if it is remained and lasting, we won't be able to make another memories...if it goes the same, we won't learn something...if it ends, we won't cherish it like i did right now when seeing all the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, the 'good things' do come to an end but, an after that it will remain in your heart, your mind and some were captured into photos...kept with you as long as you could see it until your eyes shut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every story behinds fotos or flashes of memories in my mind tell me that i should go on with my life as you can't undo things. after you learn from the 'past', use it as the 'past' is the best teacher that happened to make you believe in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lastly-why do all good things come to an end? it must end but it still remain in the form that you will carry it with you wherever you go or you can see it as it can be captured!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s:...listening to 'Cherish' by the 'Kool and the Gang"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-543968347412198384?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/543968347412198384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-all-good-things-come-to-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/543968347412198384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/543968347412198384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='why do all good things come to an end?'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1652357854704610338</id><published>2009-11-28T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:56:54.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melankoli AidilAdha.</title><content type='html'>'Post' ini adalah tulisan yang agak 'melankoli'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baca blog kawan-kawan, dia orang semua letak gambar sambut aidiladha dengan 'atuk', 'opah', 'nenek' dan sebagainya. cerita dia orang memang best. cerita gelagat nenek2 mereka menyambut adiladha, kelatah mereka bersama mereka di kampung, suasana di kampung dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba, mula rasa sayu dengan diri sendiri. kampung tinggal kampung. kampung aku adalah KL ni...'layak ke aku konotasi kan KL sebagai 'KAMPUNG". dulu memang ada kampung, MELAKA, to be exact-'KG. GELAM, TANJUNG KLING, MELAKA". tapi sejak kedua-dua atuk dan nenek tak ada sejak bertahun-tahun lepas, memang tiada lagi istilah 'balik kampung'. belah abah, kat sini je, rumah nenek ambil masa dalam 10 minit sampai kalau berjalan kaki dari rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, sekarang nak cerita atuk dan nenek belah abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atuk Malek, tak pernah berjumpa malah bertegur sapa pon. tak pernah kenal pun dia. dia pergi sebelum budak comot sempat dilahirkan. mengikut kata abah, mak ngah, mak long leha dan nenek, atuk orangnya tinggi, tegap dan bersuara garau. tapi entah la, 'description' macam mane sekalipun dia orang bagi, still tak dapat imagine him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek Che Wah pergi masa budak comot form 4. dia meninggal sebab sakit tua. masa tu, i am the only one yang tak ada di sisi dia waktu dia meniggal, sebab duduk asrama. nenek ni suka memasak jugak. tapi  nenek ni lain sikit 'peel dia. tapi tak mahu la cerita pasal orang yang dah pergi. tapi nenek ni memang kelakar. dia tak pernah baca mana-mana buku resipi tapi tau masak segala benda. tak pernah masak ikut sukatan ke, kiraan ke and so forth sebab dia buta huruf. tapi yang kagumnya dia boleh masak ikut sukatan 'agak-agak' dia je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atuk sebelah mak, Md Seh, sempat kenal dia. Atuk ni garang. tapi dia pandai menjahit. mak belajar menjahit daripada dia. atuk Md Seh meninggal sebab sakit. pernah dulu kami satu keluarga berulang alik ke kampung, hantar atuk ke  hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek Lijah, sebelah mak paling best. dia pon garang jugak. tapi dia memang pandai serba serbi memasak makanan-makanan kampung. Kuih bakar dia paling sedap!. pernah waktu raya buat sama-sama dengan dia. selain itu, pernah kat kampung bakar lemang, buat kuih kapit, rendang and so forth. duduk dengan nenek kat kampung memang best. nenek ni memang banyak cerita dengan pengalaman, bila duduk dekat rumah, suka melayan dia. Nenek ni meninggal mengejut, pada mulanya ok, selepas dia mengadu sakit perut, keesokan harinya meninggal dunia di Hospital selepas satu malam di tahan di wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tu semua tu dulu, sekarang mereka-mereka dah tak ada. Sangat rindu dengan hilai-tawa, senda-gurau, masa gembira dan duka dengan dia orang. pendek kata if i could turn back time, i wanted to turn back to old those days and cherishes the every moment spent with them, thus, get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ini, tinggal makcik-makcik belah abah je yang tinggal dekat rumah nenek yang 10 minit jalan kaki dari tu. tetapi, mereka juga sedang meniti usia tua mereka. setiap kali berjumpa mereka, seakan  seperti, mereka semakin hari semakin nampak 'peningkatan umur' mereka. mereka tidak seperti dulu, kala mereka muda dan budak comot boleh bermanja-manja dengan mereka. sama juga dengan abah dengan emak, garis-garis tua sudah semakin kelihatan memberitahu  bahawa umur mereka sudah lanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau apa pun yang berlaku, mak ngah, mak long leha, abah, mak tetap ada selain nenek dan atuk yang telah pergi meninggalkan budak comot. Aidiladha kali ini tetap meriah bak kata mak ngah-'Hari Raya Aidiladha ni, hari raya untuk keluarga', kami menyambutnya dengan meriah dalam kalangan keluarga. Off course, walau apa pun yang terjadi, budak comot still ada dia orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You All So Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: esok aku nak buat kek chocolate moist tu lagi, walaupun jadi, tapi aku still tak puas hati!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-1652357854704610338?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1652357854704610338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/melankoli-aidiladha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1652357854704610338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1652357854704610338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/melankoli-aidiladha.html' title='Melankoli AidilAdha.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7695294870102720478</id><published>2009-11-27T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:39:20.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally i can bake 'Chocolate Moist Cake'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nak tahu....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;budak comot da pandai buat kek chocolate..yang moist punya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sebenarnya buat tu tak susah sangat...tak boleh kata 'senang'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kalau senang....people will expect that it is so easy, though it requires great patience!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha..kek tu ala2 main dish for this hari raya aidiladha celebration in our house....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;besides, i just finished reading 'For One More Day-Mitch Albom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compare to the other two from the same author-'Tuesdays With Morrie' and 'Five People You Meet in Heaven', the ending is rather 'a happy ending' as i learn that 'it is never too late to make change, always think wisely and never regretted of mistakes you've done throughout your life'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: next-'Becoming a Man by Paul Monette'- a memoir of gay-writer's life and 'In Good Faith'- the thoughts and writings by Zaid Ibrahim, local-prominent lawyer.&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/1368086006803766694-7695294870102720478?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7695294870102720478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-i-can-bake-chocolate-moist-cake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7695294870102720478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7695294870102720478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-i-can-bake-chocolate-moist-cake.html' title='finally i can bake &apos;Chocolate Moist Cake&apos;'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1612428366700382926</id><published>2009-11-24T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:53:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high-school looks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Swue5Iw_xLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uyRNeqB6Iis/s1600/when+i+was+in+high+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Swue5Iw_xLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uyRNeqB6Iis/s320/when+i+was+in+high+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407590482031133874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambar ni waktu budak comot form five.&lt;br /&gt;dengan seorang classmate-Nor Asilah Mohd Nor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ntah apa-apa ntah, muka 'skema', tak pandai senyum, tak pandai 'posing'...amik gambar macam nak taknak jer...&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/1368086006803766694-1612428366700382926?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1612428366700382926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-looks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1612428366700382926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1612428366700382926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-looks.html' title='high-school looks!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Swue5Iw_xLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uyRNeqB6Iis/s72-c/when+i+was+in+high+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-932261819901727823</id><published>2009-11-24T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:44:39.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recalling the past...looking to the memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubtAc4LeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bV7N2LuJi6o/s1600/11432_185723631177_540886177_2821265_5428342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubtAc4LeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bV7N2LuJi6o/s320/11432_185723631177_540886177_2821265_5428342_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586975105953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 beta siber 1-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubMTPC4YI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2rT_xuR_UD4/s1600/11432_185723686177_540886177_2821273_4023576_n.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubMTPC4YI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2rT_xuR_UD4/s320/11432_185723686177_540886177_2821273_4023576_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586413212524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm the one who made that mural '5 beta siber 1'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubMGZtblI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DV3HKeReaHM/s1600/11432_185723511177_540886177_2821250_5556754_n.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubMGZtblI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DV3HKeReaHM/s320/11432_185723511177_540886177_2821250_5556754_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586409767595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amik anugerah cemerlang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubLVLGkcI/AAAAAAAAATo/59A9V8S6R9M/s1600/11432_185723791177_540886177_2821289_4628272_n.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubLVLGkcI/AAAAAAAAATo/59A9V8S6R9M/s320/11432_185723791177_540886177_2821289_4628272_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586396552991170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;klaka-when i was in form 4 with Comel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubLIQVpyI/AAAAAAAAATg/mBzSmmjtKRg/s1600/11432_185724111177_540886177_2821333_6903833_n.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubLIQVpyI/AAAAAAAAATg/mBzSmmjtKRg/s320/11432_185724111177_540886177_2821333_6903833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586393085290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the school where we made the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend from former high school tagged pictures of my classmates and i when i was in form 5&lt;br /&gt;couldn't believe seeing mine and compare it with my 'present' one&lt;br /&gt;yup...everyone including me is different...they are all mature with their own sense of style...no more 'high school looks', 'girls/boys next door looks', 'prefects/librarians/students looks'...everyone has their own goals to achieve, everyone is apart(especially syaza) but the pics tagged brought us closer&lt;br /&gt;laughs, comments, of the pictures...portraying that we are still together&lt;br /&gt;because you and me once had together made the memories that is so precious as it will remain until the end of times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabil, syawal, em, mu, salwan, huda, azeera, tirah, fahnim, syafiqah r, asyikin, sabrina k, nadhirah, kama, bash, iqa ayub, syaza, asilah, adilah, puteri, ana, ct., syafiq, nadia...our memories will remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-932261819901727823?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SwubtAc4LeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bV7N2LuJi6o/s72-c/11432_185723631177_540886177_2821265_5428342_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2954163023228372082</id><published>2009-11-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:11:41.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saje nak letak gamba ni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sv4fX_5O6YI/AAAAAAAAATI/LYnBkeWaGiA/s1600-h/19102009_006%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sv4fX_5O6YI/AAAAAAAAATI/LYnBkeWaGiA/s320/19102009_006%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403791100040112514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;betapa kecilnya di sisi Allah s.w.t&lt;br /&gt;hanya hamba-Nya yang hina...yang sering melakukan kesilapan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2954163023228372082?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2954163023228372082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/saje-nak-letak-gamba-ni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2954163023228372082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2954163023228372082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/11/saje-nak-letak-gamba-ni.html' title='saje nak letak gamba ni.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sv4fX_5O6YI/AAAAAAAAATI/LYnBkeWaGiA/s72-c/19102009_006%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7333542903156021991</id><published>2009-11-09T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:25:15.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what another day that fills my life!-PAK CIK HASHIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SvgzrXJ_bzI/AAAAAAAAASg/1J31IXVQJk4/s1600-h/kenapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SvgzrXJ_bzI/AAAAAAAAASg/1J31IXVQJk4/s320/kenapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124573074222898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, when heading to the bus stop as clock struck 10:05 a.m after meeting Cik Kyra in the office, i was forgetting something that i should take along...gosh it is the book again...'law of torts' that i shoould bring together for exam's refernce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without further due, i went back to my room to get the book. in about a couple of hours, i'll be sitting the 'media and communication law' as the book contains all the infos and cases regarding to some topics. it will be a loss of not flipping through the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when i'm about to arrive to my hostel, i saw in a distance-'Pak Cik Hashim', the maintenance people from 'Kausar'. he saw me and i waved my hand up, to acknowledeg him. he return my acknowledgement by waving to me back. i entered my room and took the book and walk towards the bus stop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i climb down the staircase outside my hostel, i saw a 'jeep' approaching me, two middle age-men were inside the 'jeep' and then stopped!. it was 'Pak Cik Hashim' again who drives the jeep and next sitting to him is his indonesian co-worker. he asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik Hashim: &lt;/span&gt;'Nak Pergi mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; 'nak pegi library la pak cik'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'kat mana tu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; 'dekat Pusanika'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'mari la naik, pak cik hantar kan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without no more hesitation, just jump into the jeep with a reckon...'nasib baik ade pak cik hashim, aku ni da lambat nak pegi sana'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brief conversation outside the jeep just now continued in the jeep while on our way to Pusanika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'nak pergi library buat apa?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; 'nak studi pak cik, ade exam dalam pukul 3 karang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'kenapa muka kau nampak sedih je'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooopppsss...another self-portrayal...i may look innocent and sadden and sorrowness but that didn't mean that i am of that such emotion, triggering me. with an utmost reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; 'takde la pak cik, cuma risau, kejap lagi exam, takut tak boleh buat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY-the truth jumped out from my mouth!...Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'kau tak perlu risau, kau pak cik tengok ada azam, nak belajar, kuatkan semangat, nanti dipermudahkan...selagi kau ada azam untuk berjaya, selagi itu kau akan berjaya...kau dulu SPM berapa A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; '10 A Pak cik'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak  Cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'hmmmm...kau ambil jurusan apa?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budak Comot:&lt;/span&gt; 'Undang-Undang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak cik Hashim:&lt;/span&gt; 'ooo..bagus la ko...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we arrived to Pusanika, he dropped me off and managed to wish me...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'jawab periksa baik2'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took those words from him. although he is not like Tun Dr. M or Barack Obama, but he is just an ordinary people who wished that people around him become better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day itself ended up not to darn gloom and not to be the brightest sunshines.&lt;br /&gt;i finished with the exams with a  relief...with the saying...'i manage to climb another mountain...it's the climb again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pak cik Hashim: tq for being a supportive-people at the right time when i need support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sharing is caring, just trying to be an english writer, in preparation to go some place...huhu...hoping the 'sharing' of this story will be read and inpired by others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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HASHIM'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SvgzrXJ_bzI/AAAAAAAAASg/1J31IXVQJk4/s72-c/kenapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2097791646021925114</id><published>2009-11-09T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:48:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalam banyak-banyak *talam apa yang ada muka?</title><content type='html'>jawapan: *talam dua muka*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ooooppsss......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nasib menimpa ayah dia, sama menimpa ibu aku...yang sampai sekarang ini masih belum boleh buat kerja, hanya boleh bertongkat untuk berjalan dan kakak-kakak aku yang mandikan. betapa kesan kejadian pada 10 September 2008 yang lepas memberi kesan yang sangat memeritkan kepada dirinya, dan diriku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi apa yang membuatkan aku sedih, 8 September 2008, 2 hari sebelum kejadian itu berlaku, aku masih sempat menelefon dia dan abah, mengingatkan mereka "hari ini hari jadi faiz-hujung minggu ni nak celebrate la, dengan emak...", pada penghujung perbualan sempat lagi dengar emak cakap "kau elok-elok kat sana-selamat hari jadi". belum pun sempat hari yang ditnanti-nantikan (hujung minggu), aku menerima panggilan daripada Mak Long, butir perbualan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak Long&lt;/span&gt;: "kau cakap ngan abah kau tu elok-elok, lepas ini jaga emak kau tu baik2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt;: "nape pulak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak Long&lt;/span&gt;: "kau tak tau ke mak kau masuk hospital-darah tinggi dan strok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*serius aku rasa dunia seakan-akan menunduk kerana gagal dalam tugasnya sebagai skrin realiti kehidupan. dia sepatutnya menunjukkan apa yang telah berlaku, namun, tiada siapa memberitahu budak comot mengenai benda ni-emak dimasukkan ke hospital semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badan rasa bergetar, terus call abah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abah&lt;/span&gt;: "faiz apa yang abah nak cakap ni jangan kau panik, kelam kabut dan terkejut pulak...mak kau masuk hospital...semalam dia jatuh, kepala terhantuk kat besi katil...doktor kata dia ada kencing manis, darah tinggi, strok...n mungkin buah pinggang dia rosak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatta, aku sekali lagi merasakan dunia menipu, kenapa aku tidak diberitahu 'in the first place'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus, airmata ku bercucuran jatuh, tak boleh ditahan-tahan lagi. keluar daripada library-PTSL, dengan airmata yang tertahan, bergegas pulang untuk menemui emak di hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harapan: sambut hari jadi musnah sama sekali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbalik kepada topik yang nak dibincangkan, aku rasa aku tak ambil tahu pun pasal kawan baik aku ni. sampai ni bukak blok baru dapat tahu perkara ini dan perkara tu dah berlaku beberapa minggu lepas.namun, tadi dia ada call "gud luck untuk exam" dengan nada yang biasa seolah-olah tiada apa yang berlaku ke atasnya. aku insaf, lepas ini aku akan sentiasa ambil berat pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wey...kuatkan diri kau...kita memang tak ade jodoh nak pursue degree sama-sama...but, aku yakin, kita akan jumpa lagi...tuhan maha adil...'kun faya kun'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sentiasa mendoakan kau bahagia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;a href="http://jantankeparat.blogspot.com"&gt; jantan keparat&lt;/a&gt; = budak comot&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/1368086006803766694-3405259776363210727?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3405259776363210727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kawan-jenis-apa-aku-ni-ek.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3405259776363210727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3405259776363210727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kawan-jenis-apa-aku-ni-ek.html' title='Kawan Jenis Apa Aku ni ek!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-79626691249291086</id><published>2009-10-30T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:14:49.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau Jangan nak bagi aku marah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingat kau siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau jangan nak bagi aku marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau belum tengok lagi aku marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingat-ingat sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku naik angin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAU JANGAN NAK BAGI AKU MARAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: cuba cakap baik-baik sikit. Sebab itu Malaysia menjadi negara yang kurang budi pekerti. Sebab ada orang macam kau ni la!&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/1368086006803766694-79626691249291086?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/79626691249291086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kau-jangan-nak-bagi-aku-marah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/79626691249291086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/79626691249291086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kau-jangan-nak-bagi-aku-marah.html' title='Kau Jangan nak bagi aku marah!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4715255917112786145</id><published>2009-10-29T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:47:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you-MUMMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sum42KoU_qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Lb-ap11N06g/s1600-h/mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sum42KoU_qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Lb-ap11N06g/s320/mummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048869086199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: entah kenapa, teringat kat emak kat rumah. Mummy, Get Well Soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4715255917112786145?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4715255917112786145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4715255917112786145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4715255917112786145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you-mummy.html' title='I love you-MUMMY!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sum42KoU_qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Lb-ap11N06g/s72-c/mummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8220882355771336334</id><published>2009-10-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:46:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kau fikir kau siapa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ada seorang mamat ini. berkawan dengan budak katil sebelah dalam bilik aku. perangai, kekwat habis! da la datang duduk bilik orang...kau fikir kau siapa, lepas tu buat muka kekwat seolah-olah tidak ada apa yang berlaku. dah itu, suka makan makanan budak katil sebelah tu. makan tak ingat dunia, sampai aku ini, dia nampak 'invisible' jer, tak pernah pelawa pon (p/s: tak kesah pon tak dipelawa, dia ingat aku hadap sangat ke dengan makanan yang sesuai dengan bentuk badan dia tu). aku tahu la korang budak m*****, tak perlu la nak pandang budak yang baru nak amik degree ni. (Siowt la!)&lt;br /&gt;pernah satu kali tu, kawan katil sebelaj tu baca nota dan tunjuk pada dia nota dalam bahasa melayu, (memandangkan UKM menjadikan bahasa melayu sebagai bahasa ilmu di sini), lepas tu dia boleh kata..."ishh..bahasa apa tu, tak faham la".&lt;br /&gt;Wah...kau fikir kau siapa, kau lahir kat afrika selatan ke, bahasa melayu pun ko tak faham. seingat aku kau mengaku kau orang Malaysia. Kekwat kan! nak perlekehkan bahasa melayu. kalau tak nak guna bahasa melayu, pegi la amik m***** kat u lain, yang lagi prestij dan menggunakan bahasa lain selain bahasa melayu yang diingin-inginkan. (bangga menjadi mahasiswa UKM).&lt;br /&gt;seterusnya, pada satu malam, aku belajar di bilik. sebelum ini study selalu hujung minggu jer, tiap hari, bilik tempat aku tidur je. malam tu, aku stay up! buka la radio LiteFM. tak ada la kuat sangat, just bagi aku je dengar. pada masa yang sama, kawan katil sebelah tu ber'gayut' la dengan telefon dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;maka keadaan menjadi seolah-olah 'dunia tidak mempedulikan dia', sebab masing-masing agak bising dan dia kononnya nak study (sebelum itu, dia da bawak segala selimut, beg, buku dan sebagainya untuk tidur di bilik aku, nasib baik dia tak angkut semuanya masuk). dia seolah-olah tak bole terima dengan keadaan itu, berkemas dan bergegas keluar tanpa berkata-kata kepada kawan dia yakni kawan katil sebelah aku itu, dengan muka yang masam, solah sedang marah semasam mukanya yang tak pernah manis pon bagiku (maksudnya muka dia, buruk, bajet ko sedap mata memandang)...kau ingat kau siapa, ini bilik aku, aku ada hak nak buat apa. kau tau pun kau nak berambus dari bilik aku dan balik bilik sendiri. ko memang kekwat!&lt;br /&gt;lepas itu keesokan harinya, dia kembali ke bilik ku, pagi-pagi pulak tu, (nyebok jer)..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: aku cukup tak puas hati ngan dia...'kau fikir kau siapa'! ha! cerita aku ni mengalahkan novel, boleh menang "Pullitzer Prize" tak...perasan.&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/1368086006803766694-8220882355771336334?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8220882355771336334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kau-fikir-kau-siapa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8220882355771336334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8220882355771336334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kau-fikir-kau-siapa.html' title='kau fikir kau siapa!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-992811911278448033</id><published>2009-10-28T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:57:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NTAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SuiF8du4mBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SXmPTBQfYMg/s1600-h/23102009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SuiF8du4mBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SXmPTBQfYMg/s320/23102009_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397711427223459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tau la kenapa, saja nak tulis sesuatu kat sini! ok aku da tulis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: lapar...craving for wafer right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-992811911278448033?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/992811911278448033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/ntah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/992811911278448033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/992811911278448033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/ntah.html' title='NTAH!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SuiF8du4mBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SXmPTBQfYMg/s72-c/23102009_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7018503244886409684</id><published>2009-10-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:59:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SucixxLcV7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QNeV0bg5TI8/s1600-h/19102009_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SucixxLcV7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QNeV0bg5TI8/s320/19102009_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397320916837095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today i sit the very first paper-Criminal, it's tough and as usual...tak  cukup masa nak complete the answer for the second question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the question is rather tricky, i spent the time to determine what would be my answer to that required question. Hmmmm...i'm not satisfied as the time runs out...i quickly sum up my answer though i scream to myself..begging them (invigilators)..."bagila aku sikit lagi masa!". at that time i manage to write on two provisions in which the element of 'good faith' existed though i would like to expand my essay to 2-3 more provisions of the same element....aaarrgh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got 6 more papers to go, tort, islamic family law, media and communication law, family law, pengurusan persatuan, and bahasa arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for this coming semester break...i planned to read a classical novel 'gone with the wind' by margaret mitchell...owh, can't wait to buy it and spend the whole day reading it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;next semester, my must-have thing would be 'perfume'. i have one on what perfume to buy in my mind, but still considering on other perfumes also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;besides i am now into retro songs...from olivia newton john to andy gibb, from aman shah to sharifah aini, from the carpenters to abba and so on...once Faizal call me "a grown up-trapped in my teenage body!"...i say..'huhu, okay'...but i don't know...yeah...it's a bit strange when teen like me listening to 'superstar' by the carpenters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's all for today, remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'an apple a day, keeps the doctor away'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*ungkapan ini adalah first ungkapan yang aku belajar, masa mula-mula aku masuk darjah satu, sampai sekarang aku tahu apa maksudya and it plays an integral part in my lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1368086006803766694-7018503244886409684?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/7018503244886409684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7018503244886409684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/7018503244886409684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam.html' title='EXAM!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SucixxLcV7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QNeV0bg5TI8/s72-c/19102009_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-7218531544331368750</id><published>2009-10-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:21:59.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gamba2 sekitar sambutan raya kolej!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/Sso5N9SE2BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VlZtEmWq89s/s1600-h/02102009_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Annuar,(kawan budak comot) sekeluarga atas pemergian abang beliau yang kembali ke rahmatullah....&lt;br /&gt;semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-1621906929041800609?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1621906929041800609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/takziah-diucapkan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1621906929041800609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1621906929041800609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/takziah-diucapkan.html' title='takziah diucapkan...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-519692286341699413</id><published>2009-10-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:03:52.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorotan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tahhun ni raya...memang agak kurang sikit kegembiraannya. semua kawan-kawan rase begitu.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin cuti raye seminggu, tapi kena bawak balik assignment buat kat umah kot. tahun ni sedara mara tak ramai yang datang berbanding dulu, mungkin rumah aku tahun ni tak hidang sate macam tahun lepas, sampai sedara yang jauh, bau-bau bacang pown datang...tahun ni aku ngan kakak aku buat kuah kacang dengan 'instruction' mummy tersayang. aku pown ada jugak buat beberapa buah kek. kak feza macam biasa la sebok buat kuih cornflakes untuk orang datang.&lt;br /&gt;walaubagaimanapun, tahun ni sempat pergi beraya rumah sedara mara atuk yang da lama tak dengar khabar berita. suka dengar cerita2 mereka. dalam banyak2 tuh, ade seorang pak sedara beraya dengan keadaan kerisauan...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebab doktor kat hospital selayang yang bodoh tu, pegi bagi salah ubat sampai kaki atuk tu bengkak sane sini sampai susah nak bergerak...bangang!, dia ingat dia jadi doktor...suka suki bagi orang ubat salah....&lt;/span&gt;walaubagaimanapun..aku doakan atuk tu cepat la sembuh...amin&lt;br /&gt;selepas seminggu berada di kolej lepas cuti raya...kembali betugas sebagai seorang pelajar...dan seminggu tu juga la sebok dengan 'assignment' dan sebok dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'sambutan raya'&lt;/span&gt;...aku ditugaskan sebagai, sebagai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penyelaras dekorasi.&lt;/span&gt;..kena menyiapkan satu pentas yang berlatar belakangkan rumah kampung...ala-ala rumah terbuka artis-artis dalam tv. memang susah nak dirikan rumah...lighting memang kena bagus, rekaan mesti menarik, rancangan dan pelan mesti diatur tapi, takut tumbang pulak....&lt;br /&gt;budak comot nak ucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada yang sangat membantu budak comot yang tak tau apa2 pon...terutamanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abang danny, amir, rafi. engku syubli,  alif, shaffi, fikri zool, baie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dan diyana, fadhilah, sakinah, rohaida, yuna dan budak2 biro s/u yang lain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dan lain2 yang membantu mendirikan pentas rumah tersebut...tanpa mereka..ntah ape jadi untuk pentas tuh...&lt;br /&gt;kepada yang bekerja keras untuk majlis sambutan raya yang berakhir semalam dan mula pown semalam iaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miza, nabila, kak raihan, fidzul, ros....felo-felo terutamanya felo dekorasi, keselamatan dan tugas-tugas khas, kak mida dan kak nina...tahniah diucapkan...tak dilupa pelajar2 first year yang dikenali yang menjadi ajk pada malam itu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingat abang danny ada cakap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'kalu tahun ni bina sebuah rumah, mungkin taun depan bina sebuah mahligai pulak'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&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/1368086006803766694-519692286341699413?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/519692286341699413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorotan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/519692286341699413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/519692286341699413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorotan.html' title='sorotan...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4232725828772962155</id><published>2009-09-06T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:47:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bershopping dalam keadaan H1N1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last saturday, my sister-feza, my younger sister-elly, my younger brother-mamat and i went to shopping, bought new clothes for this coming up...we decided to wear mask...due to the influenza's a h1n1 spread as we were mingling with lots of people whom we do not know might carry the virus...as we were asked to be very cautious when it comes to prevention by our beloved father...mr. zahadi..here are some fotos we managed to capture....eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOteOfeuMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L_Dgh_XliaQ/s1600-h/29082009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOteOfeuMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L_Dgh_XliaQ/s320/29082009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378333114808318146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOu65F27dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/C0MBkWImjGw/s1600-h/29082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOu65F27dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/C0MBkWImjGw/s320/29082009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334706791542226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOucmFExpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9LZQPitAsdI/s1600-h/29082009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOucmFExpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9LZQPitAsdI/s320/29082009_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334186291906194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehheheheh.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOt2Pg0HJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gpv6m-B0UEM/s1600-h/29082009_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOt2Pg0HJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gpv6m-B0UEM/s320/29082009_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378333527399210130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOuIkxnoQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/skQcDGTTQrA/s1600-h/29082009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOuIkxnoQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/skQcDGTTQrA/s320/29082009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378333842344485122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4232725828772962155?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4232725828772962155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bershopping-dalam-keadaan-h1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4232725828772962155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4232725828772962155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bershopping-dalam-keadaan-h1n1.html' title='bershopping dalam keadaan H1N1...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SqOteOfeuMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L_Dgh_XliaQ/s72-c/29082009_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6964522186107079424</id><published>2009-08-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:58:31.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not just a song#1-my blog's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DEFINITION of the word "VOGUE"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.The prevailing fashion, practice, or style: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoop skirts were once the vogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.Popular acceptance or favor; popularity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a party game no longer in vogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; See synonyms       at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/fashion" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="kw" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;intr.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kw" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vogued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kw" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vogue·ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="infl" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vogu·ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kw" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vogues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To dance by striking a series of rigid, stylized poses, evocative of fashion models during photograph shoots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 48px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[French, from Old French, probably from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="emon" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;voguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, to sail, row, of Germanic origin. V., after the fashion magazine Vogue.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Source: www.answer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ow i am really into this song...guess why...from the title itself really state the reason. but that's more...it really groove me up and i love the verse of "go inside..for your finest inspiration...your dreams will open the door". it suggets that you want your dreams come true, seek inspiration in yourself that will move you to avhieve your dreams...not just daydreaming in which you dreamt and it is just a dreams that make up your day...so seek that inspiration in yourself, and dreams are a bit closed to be achieved. enjoy the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Vogue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;Strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;Vogue, vogue, vogue&lt;br /&gt;Vogue, vogue, vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around everywhere you turn is heartache&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere that you go (look around)&lt;br /&gt;You try everything you can to escape&lt;br /&gt;The pain of life that you know (life that you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails and you long to be&lt;br /&gt;Something better than you are today&lt;br /&gt;I know a place where you can get away&lt;br /&gt;It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, vogue&lt;br /&gt;Let your body move to the music (move to the music)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Come on, vogue&lt;br /&gt;Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)&lt;br /&gt;You know you can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is your own imagination&lt;br /&gt;So use it that's what it's for (that's what it's for)&lt;br /&gt;Go inside, for your finest inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams will open the door (open up the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;If you're a boy or a girl&lt;br /&gt;If the music's pumping it will give you new life&lt;br /&gt;You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[chorus, substituting "groove" for "move"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty's where you find it&lt;br /&gt;Not just where you bump and grind it&lt;br /&gt;Soul is in the musical&lt;br /&gt;That's where I feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Magical, life's a ball&lt;br /&gt;So get up on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vogue, (Vogue)&lt;br /&gt;Beauty's where you find it (move to the music)&lt;br /&gt;Vogue, (Vogue)&lt;br /&gt;Beauty's where you find it (go with the flow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greta Garbo, and Monroe&lt;br /&gt;Deitrich and DiMaggio&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean&lt;br /&gt;On the cover of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean&lt;br /&gt;Picture of a beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Rodgers, dance on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had style, they had grace&lt;br /&gt;Rita Hayworth gave good face&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Katherine, Lana too&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis, we love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies with an attitude&lt;br /&gt;Fellows that were in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Don't just stand there, let's get to it&lt;br /&gt;Strike a pose, there's nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vogue, vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Let your body move to the music&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, you've got to just&lt;br /&gt;Let your body go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://991.com/newgallery/Madonna-Vogue-73848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1368086006803766694-6964522186107079424?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6964522186107079424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-not-just-song1-my-blogs-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6964522186107079424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6964522186107079424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-not-just-song1-my-blogs-song.html' title='It is not just a song#1-my blog&apos;s song'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1635259352183280391</id><published>2009-08-22T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:12:20.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari pertama puasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;semalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22/8/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hari pertama puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;amin-long lost friend from uum came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i got so overjoyed..kawan baik yang da lama terpisah, mestilah happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ada 'ALSA's leader's summit', dia wakil UUM...ape lagi, bila masa free berborak sakan la. Pasal tu..ini...gossip tu...gossip ni...macam mana kat UUM..ok ke tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Belah malam berbuka bersama-sam, dengan budak2 from UiTM, especially another long-lost friend-Hady..huhu..lengkap..yang tak ade, Joey, Umar.Dia orang semua ada kat kampus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makan bersama-sama dengan Haris, Mirul(Perundang), Amin, Hady, 2 orang lagi budak UiTM(sory da tak ingat nama!), Ira(tudung Hijau), Mastur, Debot and Ain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to: UMAR, JOEY, AMIN, HADY: i'm gonna miss you as i would cherished all the memories we had and made when we are in Asasi...hope that the memory will remain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-SELAMAT BERPUASA TO ALL!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1368086006803766694-1635259352183280391?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1635259352183280391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-pertama-puasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1635259352183280391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1635259352183280391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-pertama-puasa.html' title='hari pertama puasa.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1063727367414975824</id><published>2009-07-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:24:42.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cukur kening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pernah satu malam. berborak dalam hp (sms!) dengan sorang budak "junior" kolej. dalam tengah asyik berbalas mesej, ada satu soalan diajukan. soalannya berbunyi begini:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junior:"Eh nak tanya ko satu soalan bole?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;budak comot: "tanya la"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junior: "mmm...kening ko...mmm..asal nampak cam cukur"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;budak comot: (dalam hati terkejut beruk! terus bergerak ke cermin nak tengok kebenaran/kesahihan fakta yang ditanyakan itu----takde la nampak--tapi macam yea---alamak-..tertanya dalam hati..."agaknya selama ari ni orang perasan dan mesti ingat aku cukur kening...tapi sebenarnya tak..siowt arhh")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;budak comot: (lantas aku reply) "bongek!, bila masa plak aku cukur bulu kening!..hehe..dengar citer aku ni ada masa plak nak cukur kening. hehe....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junior: "jahat ko, kawan aku yang cakp, ko masuk teater, dats y, kna cukur kening"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;budak comot: (terus reply).."tak pernah plak kolej ni soh aku cukur kening waktu aku masuk teater dlu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begitu la kesahnya...ada bdak tu ingat aku ni suka-suki jerw nak cukur bulu kening...dia ingat aku hape...muahahahahaha....dia tak tau aku punya bulu kening nih...anugerah Allah..paling special..takhyah nak cukur2..dah terbentuk...muahahahahaha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesti korang yang baca ingat aku nih perasan lebih...lantak la!..huhuhu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SmpsmB3LVHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4pM0viU7044/s1600-h/20032009_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362217706928690290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SmpsmB3LVHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4pM0viU7044/s320/20032009_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gamba aku ngan kak farah-kat moot court, ptsl..cuba tengok btul2 ada nampak aku cukur bulu kening kerw??&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/1368086006803766694-1063727367414975824?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1063727367414975824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/cukur-kening.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1063727367414975824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1063727367414975824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/cukur-kening.html' title='cukur kening'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SmpsmB3LVHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4pM0viU7044/s72-c/20032009_018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6791885614020973168</id><published>2009-07-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:44:31.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>masalah aku ke kereta ni???</title><content type='html'>"kalau ko bawak kereta( after this shall be mentioned as "keta") macam ni, alamatnya tak lulus la ko dengan jpj, terus fail"....&lt;br /&gt;kata assessor qti keta aku....&lt;br /&gt;apehal plak...keta tu la punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;aku bawak keta yang aku praktis tiap-tiap minggu tu, ok jerw. bila aku bawak keta dia jerw bermasalah. klac kena lepas bebanyak, minyak kena tekan kuat2 sikit, baru gerak laju.&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: kata nak suruh bawak berhati-hati, gagasan institut memandu tu jugak=nak lahirkan pemandu berhemat, so aku bawak takde la perlahan sangat pon)&lt;br /&gt;ntah la, mentang-mentang la ko expert bawak keta, sampai jadi penguji aku, suka-suki ko jer nak tengking2 aku. aku ni dah la baru belajar nak bawak keta.macam la aku ni dah bertahun-tahun bawak keta n baru nak amik lesen. siowt ar.&lt;br /&gt;"awak kena belajar lagi, tambah jam.."&lt;br /&gt;pastu..dia tanda kat form qti tu "layak menduduki ujian"...&lt;br /&gt;eh kata suruh aku tambah jam belajar lagi?. "terima kasih erk". ntah la. tengok la ujian ngan JPJ ni nanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6791885614020973168?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6791885614020973168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/masalah-aku-ke-kereta-ni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6791885614020973168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6791885614020973168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/masalah-aku-ke-kereta-ni.html' title='masalah aku ke kereta ni???'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-908370248428557181</id><published>2009-07-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:35:07.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>ooh..aku dan mesin fotostat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;semalam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dalam waktu tengah hari..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pegi la dok menyibuk kat office kolej..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;konon-konon nak tolong pendaftaran pelajar 2nd intake la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi...kak yati cakap "tak payah...pelajar mendaftar pon tak ramai..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k..blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(dalam hati: yes! nak gi makan n boleh tidur puas2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok...dah turun makan..tiba-tiba handphone dalam poket vibrate...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"eh ada mesej masuk"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACA: dari NABILA-"kak anum nak jumpa hari ini jugak"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lorr..baru jer naik 'office' tadi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(dalam hati dah rasa something wrong yang akan berlaku hari ini).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmm..takpe...bergegas la ke office..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok...pergi meja kak anum..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh kak anum mintak resit belanjawan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lah..pada kak raihan..."kejap saya call dia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hello kak raihan kat mana? kak anum nak resit2 tu, saya kat office nih"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok..tunggu kak raihan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm..baik aku balik..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ok la you all (en.fir, zahid, kak yati, kak kira, fin, arif shah, dan kakak "kausar") nak balik dulu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en.fir: "ada kelas ke"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ada pukul empat karang"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nak dijadikan cerita aku bergegas la keluar, sangkut handbag dan blah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bila 'rushing' kat pintu tiba-tiba...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beg dan diriku, langgar compartment mesin fotostat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"GEDEBANG-GEDEBUNG....KEDEPEK...PAK....PEK....BANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEK BANG...PEK"-bunyi compartment tu patah dan jatuh ke lantai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(tak nak kuat plak bunyi, sampai satu office terdiam, membisu, tergamam dan tertanya-tanya "apa sebenarnya yang dah berlaku???)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku apa lagi, seraya berkata "jangan pandang i"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku pun gi la buat betul2 kan compartment tu depan pengurus aku sendiri en.fir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(macam tikus membaiki labu-dah tahu patah dan tak boleh nak sambung tergedik-gedik nak bela-BENGONG!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en.fir siap kata: "ayub yang sebesar-besar tu pun boleh lalu yang inikan pulak ko"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pulak dah..saiz aku pulak jadi isu, dibanding-bandingkan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kak yati dah ketawa terbahak-bahak sambil kata: "faiz..faiz.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku sngat malu ngan diri aku, lain kali bawak la lagi beg sebesar-besar alam tuh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dah mendatangkan musibah pada perkara lain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku pun mengadu la kat kakak tiri aku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lepas tu takut dan malu nak masuk office da.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kesian gak kat mesin fotostat tu..terus "cacat" komponen compartment dah patah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malu..malu..malu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:stay away from photostat machine when you are holding/carrying a huge handbag along!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huhuhuhmmm...malu!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SlzNzZ_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/B7-sLUmRIeo/s1600-h/02032009_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358383939699895202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SlzNzZ_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/B7-sLUmRIeo/s320/02032009_043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gambar bersama beg yang dimaksudkan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-908370248428557181?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/908370248428557181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/oohaku-dan-mesin-fotostat.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/908370248428557181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/908370248428557181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/07/oohaku-dan-mesin-fotostat.html' title='ooh..aku dan mesin fotostat..'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SlzNzZ_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/B7-sLUmRIeo/s72-c/02032009_043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-553292440812408428</id><published>2009-06-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:03:20.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>penulisan budak comot yang dah lama tak 'check' blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFxB_0VCpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gw6GnfMONSs/s1600-h/30052009_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346178511790213778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFxB_0VCpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gw6GnfMONSs/s320/30052009_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFw3B-jrvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z8FUA_HfIM8/s1600-h/30052009_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346178323391426290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFw3B-jrvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z8FUA_HfIM8/s320/30052009_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFwoCN-FhI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ux_D385BCuQ/s1600-h/30052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346178065758033426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFwoCN-FhI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ux_D385BCuQ/s320/30052009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah lama tak tulis blog. bukan itu sahaja, buka blog dan baca blog kawan-kawan pun tak. mana taknya, tak sempat. banyak sangat kerja yang perlu diselesaikan. banyak betul perkara-perkara atau berita-berita "hangat" kat blog kengkawn yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sejak ada komitmen ni, banyak menghadapi perkara sukar dan cabaran. sampaikan tidur tak pernah pun cukup. Hmmmm...sangat penat...tapi takboleh cakap macam tu da tanggungjawab ko...yang memandai letak post tu kenapa?..konon-konon tak akan dapat la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe...apa-apa pon, 'dream team' aku(JAKSA) memang happening habis. lain-lain 'kepala' tapi 'satu kepala' jer. macam-macam 'peel', sorang kecik, sorang besar, sorang garang, sorang lembut, sorang ni kelam kabut, sorang ni plak 'cool'...so terbukti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(kenangan di TIOMAN tak kan dilupakan sampai bila-bila)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MMP 2009/2010 is coming up. a lot of preparation is being done right now. off course... a lot of challenges and obstacles facing us every single day of the "perkampungan". bak kata BOSS, rileks..slow2..kita budak baru nak belajar. "lembap" belakang kira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tabik pada BOSS, kuatkan semangat BOSS, kami ada. BOSS terbaik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is physically and mentally demanding for this coming MMP, to ensure that all new students are well managed and guided in their first week in UKM. responsibilities is in our hands that students are all welcome and the varsity is now their golden opportunity to gain knowledege and experience in shaping them to becaome the people who would then lead the nation. Hopefully, ada la orang nak join Biro aku...hehe...(sempat meraih simpati).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apa-apa pun, tak kesah la perkara-perkara yang mendatang akan membuatkan aku tak gembira kerana hari yang cerah, tak menandakan hari tersebut tidak akan hujan. mendung kan tiba, membibitkan perkara yang tak ku ingini dan cepat-cepat la sediakan payung, kalau dah 'basah kuyup' da tak dapat menghalang 'demam'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau dah 'hujan' membasahi ku, apa boleh buat, pergilah 'ganti baju' tersebut, atau just move on with your live. Allah swt membantu semua hambanya yang lemah. 'berpaut' la padanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh..eh..nak menyelit...bagi 'gaya' sem depan...ntah..rase tak perlu nak 'gaya-gaya' ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi diri sendiri, baru dikatakan 'bergaya'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh ye, result sem 2 da keluar, bak kata abah: sejauh mana usaha kita, sejauh itu la yang akan menunjukkan hasilnya, jadi, sangat berpuas hati ngan result tersebut. panjatkan kesyukuran kepada Allah swt, dan ucapan terima kasih yang tak terhingga kepada ibu bapa, semua pensyarah, kengkawan terutamanya 3F, STARE DECISIS, GOBA, TERJAH dan sbgnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sekian sahaja bebelan budak comot...sekali lagi..'let's rebel in fashion'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: blog ini bakal berubah dan akan menjalani proses penataan semula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1368086006803766694-553292440812408428?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/553292440812408428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/06/budak-comot-n-azam-baru.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/553292440812408428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/553292440812408428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/06/budak-comot-n-azam-baru.html' title='penulisan budak comot yang dah lama tak &apos;check&apos; blog'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SjFxB_0VCpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gw6GnfMONSs/s72-c/30052009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6644943436950802172</id><published>2009-05-07T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:36:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what inspires you to become fashionista???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tadi baru baca blog wawa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katanya, nak try trend baru-pakai boyfriend's shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the extent, baju tu kalau pakai memang tutup aurat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bangga dengan this statement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meletakkan dunia fesyen kepada satu lagi tahap, di mana...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak semestinya perlu untuk tak tutup aurat dalam menjadi menjadi orang yang fashionable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she should be applauded to what she believed at!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the way..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to our topic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who inspires you to become someone fashionable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Trends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Fashionable Figures?/ Fashion Icons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. Inspired Sorroundings/Environment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. or, yourself, your real self...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     "love to be in fashion", "love to shopping", "love to wear branded items"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     "love to express your feelings"..."fashion generates your self-confidence"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     "or just showing off...or..."it's the need to be fashionable"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be somebody who is "fashionable"... just  be yourself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because.."what you wear, conveys your true self"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6644943436950802172?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6644943436950802172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-inspires-you-to-become-fashionista.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6644943436950802172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6644943436950802172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-inspires-you-to-become-fashionista.html' title='what inspires you to become fashionista???'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1481680171432707564</id><published>2009-05-04T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:44:11.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;agged by ina osman and athirah annuar+ain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1.You must answer all the questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Tag 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;athirah anuar, ina osman, fatin faseeha@ribena, ayu jelita beyonce, ain, dayat-chenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. What's your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;muhammad syahrul faiz bin zahadi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Do you hate someone at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;yup.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. What makes you hate her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;he is so....better not to make him offended...but for sure i hate this person so much...let's hope that i won't be seeing him ever...again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. You love your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;off course...who wouldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5. List 5 names of your friends that you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;too many..it consists of fatin ribena, ina osman...umarnfitri...bdak2 law Za'ba...goba...the top of the list...and...yes to many to be written down here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. Why do you love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;because they are the one who stands besides me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. Who do you prefer, your dad or mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;abah...full of vision..emak..tough and strong...BOTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8. Did someone make you cry this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i havent cry for about two months...oops kantoi..it's okay la for guys to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;9. When was the last time you made your friend laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oohhh, i would say...everyday...the latest one is on the time when i was posting this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;10. Do you like someone at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;what?..like?...oh....mean i had  a crush on someone???...if crush..yup!..huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;11. What was the last present you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i don't know...n..not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;12. Are you missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;not someone...a lot of PEOPLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;13. What was the last message you received from your ex-girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;takde girlfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;14. What was the last comment you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ntah...oh someone comment on my appearance...'knapa faiz nampak makin besar?...hbr ke...?? (p/s=HBR stands for hati berbunga riang...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;15. What is your wish for your birthday this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i wish my mom is well again..well like before..so we can go shopping together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;P/s=penat fikir jawapan untuk tagged ni...thanx ar...huhuhuhuhu...&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/1368086006803766694-1481680171432707564?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1481680171432707564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1481680171432707564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1481680171432707564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html' title='tagged!!!!!!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3318288337414275812</id><published>2009-04-29T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:40:25.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when "budak comot " speaks...2...</title><content type='html'>semester 2 is almost over...&lt;br /&gt;we are now moving on to the second year..&lt;br /&gt;means..&lt;br /&gt;a tougher challenges are waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope...&lt;br /&gt;as we go along...&lt;br /&gt;we are still friends..&lt;br /&gt;facing through the day...&lt;br /&gt;with smile...&lt;br /&gt;as if...&lt;br /&gt;all obstacles...&lt;br /&gt;are no more...&lt;br /&gt;hunting you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"after all that we've been through this year...i know..we are cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream like you had ended something which you had started long ago...&lt;br /&gt;with joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as your scream will  reduce to be heard in "crowd"..in the next 'show'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are like an actors..acting in our own film...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entitled...'it's my life'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but remember..truth's hurt..it do not bring any sign..that you are about to know the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know..it might already, cut you bleeding..like a cunning knife..&lt;br /&gt;at that time..there's no point of crying over a spilt milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are hard to find..because sometimes they play hard to get..&lt;br /&gt;but remember..friends are...easy comes...easy goes..&lt;br /&gt;then end up to be someone who... "do i know you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful hearing this...huh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all cherish whatever you have in you life...&lt;br /&gt;because you might loose it someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please..mr postman...please...&lt;br /&gt;please bring me good news...everyday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-3318288337414275812?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/3318288337414275812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gimmegimme.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3318288337414275812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/3318288337414275812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gimmegimme.html' title='when &quot;budak comot &quot; speaks...2...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8544947724164556991</id><published>2009-04-03T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:13:30.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AKTA KUALITI ALAM SEKITAR 1974.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dari dulu memang cadang nak ambil kursus Undang2 Alam Sekitar sebagai kursus pilihan bebas fakulti semester depan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;namun, terdapat cakap2 yang mengatakan, "pilihan banyak, buat betul2. so far, ramai ambil kursus yang market amat tinggi, seperti undang-undang kewangan korporat, undang2 perbankan, undang-undang insurans, dsb."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lepas itu, terfikir-"ha ah, kalau aku ambil kursus itu, marketability tu pulak macam mane nanti. aku diberi hanya 4 semester untuk ambil kursus pilihan yang mana akan menjadikan aku mahir dalam sesuatu cabang uu itu, patutkah aku ambil kursus2 seperti di atas dan melupakan UU alam Sekitar?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tetapi, Anis Afiqah Che Rahim datang kepadaku dan bertanya "Faiz meh ramai2 kita ambil UU alam Sekitar sem depan". lantas terfikir pasal marketability sekali lagi, terbantut. namun fikiran itu terpintas dengan satu suara berbisik-"Tak mahu kah kamu untuk menjadi seorang pakar undang-undang alam sekitar Malaysia suatu hari nanti-mana ada pakar undang2 sekitar di Malaysia sekarang ini-negara masih mencari-cari siapakah yang akan menjadi 'pakar' itu-dengan Undang2 alam sekitar la aku boleh jadi lawyer untuk mendakwa dan menghukum mereka2 yang masih tak faham2 bahasa yang mencemarkan alam itu salah! bukan sahaja di sisi undang2."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jadi, keputusanku diteruskan. tak sabar nak belajar Uu Alam Sekitar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kepada yang suka mencemarkan alam ingatlah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;dan carilah pada apa yang telah dianugerahkan Allah s.w.t kepadamu (kebahagiaan) negeri di akhirat, dan janganlah kamu melupakan bahagianmu daripada (kenikmatan) duniawi dan berbuat baiklah (kepada orang lain) sebagaimana Allah s.w.t telah bebuat baik kepadamu, dan janganlah kamu berbuat kerosakan di (muka) bumi, Sesungguhnya Allah s.w.t tidak menyukai orang-orang yang membuat kerosakan" (al Qasas:77)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah s.w.t mengutuk dan membenci orang-orang yang merosakkan dan mencemarkan bumi dan alam yang telah Allah ciptakan dengan sempurna. alam kalau tak dijaga akan lenyap sepenuhnya kerana alam hanya satu, mana ada alam atau bumi yang lain, iaitu jika satu bumi rosak, ada bumi lain yang boleh kita tinggal pulak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fikir-fikirkanlah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's all, oh...dah lambat...nak pegi Mid, ada hal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tq for reading this! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320668701194926818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdbP_l5DOuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RVad9LvV43g/s320/100_5012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSE: "IN SUPPORT OF THE ENVIRONMET-FREE FROM DEGRADATION!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-8544947724164556991?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8544947724164556991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/04/akta-kualiti-alam-sekitar-1974.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8544947724164556991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8544947724164556991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/04/akta-kualiti-alam-sekitar-1974.html' title='AKTA KUALITI ALAM SEKITAR 1974.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdbP_l5DOuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RVad9LvV43g/s72-c/100_5012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-2085022062790097574</id><published>2009-03-31T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:05:04.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when "budak comot "speaks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i always think of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i always refrain myself not to hurt people's feelings...or i'll try to. because i do think that hurting people's feelings is something grave and unforgiven. i always think what will the other think and this occurs everyday in my live. to the extent when someone ask me to "stop think of others, it will harm you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is due to what i have been ever since i reach the age of maturity. i always make up decision that pleases everyone. i always compromise with everyone and everything. i always let others 'pass through' though i should be the one and the 'path' is given to me first to pass. i always put my trust to someone, thinking that he/she'll be the 'keeper'. i always ten to turn into blind eye for what they had done to me. this  is because i think of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;however, do they really think of me?...do they really care for me?...my feelings?...or do they ever think that their act and words might hurt me a lot?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well pleased to tell you readers...these things always happen to me. being nice to other people would not guarantee that you will be treated nicely. i respect others but they don't respect me.FINE!. I say something that hurt and seek forforgiveness but he/she did the same thing too but never ask for my forgiveness. FINE!. i am sarcastic but there are more sarcastic than me.FINE!. i say what i felt and what wanted to say but they accused me of condemning them.FINE!. i always support others but i don't get any of their support.FINE! as if they are the only one that  i have to take care of their feelings...believe it or not...many of  my friends suffered these things too...guys.."be patience".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, why do i have to think of others...a question requires an answer..."do they think of you". once i thought of  to stop thinking of others...it is such a waste of time...you are not gaining or earning anything. however when knowing that there are lot of people who cared for me...i say "yeah...it is worth to not to hurt them, as they think of you and others!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to my friends, tq for understanding me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;however, for those who really have a crap on me...i am pleased to remind you..."mind your own bussiness"...if not.."dont mess up with me or you'll end up in a big mess".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: this is what my feeling is suffering from...what a relieve!...to write this...and this one is also representing those who suffer this kind of problem too...: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semoga emak cepat sembuh...boleh gi shopping sama-sama...lagipun 'budak comot' rindu dengan 'asam pedas ikan tenggiri ngan sambal tempe' mak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-2085022062790097574?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/2085022062790097574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-budak-comot-speaks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2085022062790097574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/2085022062790097574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-budak-comot-speaks.html' title='when &quot;budak comot &quot;speaks..'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4530481391166081994</id><published>2009-03-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:56:25.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Memori Tercipta n Malam Resepsi Gemilang Za'ba.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIs-xIxlRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JmzNuAqnCxU/s1600-h/DSC00678.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIs-xIxlRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JmzNuAqnCxU/s320/DSC00678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319363566731629842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsvE8-vKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/f8zcmzuZpVo/s1600-h/DSC00681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsvE8-vKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/f8zcmzuZpVo/s320/DSC00681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319363297172962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsayupldI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2HK5_i3AeZs/s1600-h/DSC00686.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsayupldI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2HK5_i3AeZs/s320/DSC00686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362948683634130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsCdE5hDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3hGEyPednRs/s1600-h/25032009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIsCdE5hDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3hGEyPednRs/s320/25032009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362530554512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIr6X5nO3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/cF069KQJ87w/s1600-h/24032009_001.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIr6X5nO3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/cF069KQJ87w/s320/24032009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362391726046066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamba  3 teratas adalah gamba semasa Malam Memori Tercipta-Annual Dinner Faculty of law pada malam  20 Mac 2009, Dewan Seri Endon,Puspanita Puri Putrajaya. malam itu menyaksikan saya menang best dress kategori lelaki n farinne kategori perempuan. agak terkejut dengan kemenangan tersebut...padahal my attire that night..murah2 jah... congrats also to Farina Md Yahaya@ Farinne.&lt;br /&gt;thanx to the organizer, the second year students for organizing the great dinner n selecting me to win that award. tq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamba yang tengah duduk tu gaya english couture-tema untuk Malam Kedua, Malam Resepsi Gemilang Za'ba-Za'ba's annual dinner, on the night of 25th of March, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamba ngan 2 0rang tu pula untuk tema batik kontemporari pada malam 24 Mac, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw..i am overjoyed to attend those 3 dinners held consecutively!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4530481391166081994?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4530481391166081994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/03/malam-memori-tercipta-n-malam-resepsi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4530481391166081994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4530481391166081994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/03/malam-memori-tercipta-n-malam-resepsi.html' title='Malam Memori Tercipta n Malam Resepsi Gemilang Za&apos;ba.'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SdIs-xIxlRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JmzNuAqnCxU/s72-c/DSC00678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8748018283487671426</id><published>2009-02-21T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:36:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish...2</title><content type='html'>one day,i would like to be the 'cover man' for... esp fashion magazine, bussiness magazine, intertainment magazine, legal profession magazine and so on....because, one day when i am not seeing my friends...they will see my face on a magazine on street, with clear and shocked expression...."eh itu faiz, kawan aku!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDyHuNUR0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UjGXXNFeGuI/s1600-h/jake+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDyHuNUR0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UjGXXNFeGuI/s320/jake+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305506575519336258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-8748018283487671426?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8748018283487671426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8748018283487671426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8748018283487671426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish2.html' title='my wish...2'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDyHuNUR0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UjGXXNFeGuI/s72-c/jake+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-1112664145842205387</id><published>2009-02-21T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:28:54.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG LIVE-STARE DECISIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDug7i_omI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0zQrEODVH9c/s1600-h/20022009_008.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDug7i_omI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0zQrEODVH9c/s320/20022009_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502610550137442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDuWS_QOTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dvo5SMG-elE/s1600-h/20022009_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDuWS_QOTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dvo5SMG-elE/s320/20022009_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502427864119602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDuLkS_TzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r2tra0uSvo0/s1600-h/20022009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDuLkS_TzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r2tra0uSvo0/s320/20022009_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502243531738930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDt8l72LbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/us4-6mieI9w/s1600-h/20022009_002.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDt8l72LbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/us4-6mieI9w/s320/20022009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501986273504690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDt0D3xOiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7VfSh4q86x0/s1600-h/20022009_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDt0D3xOiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7VfSh4q86x0/s320/20022009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501839690644002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtohqtSdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LjTLIzj1Dzg/s1600-h/20022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtohqtSdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LjTLIzj1Dzg/s320/20022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501641530493394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jumaat, 20 februari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada hari ini,budak2 stare decisis bertungkus-lumus menyiapkan poster MLS.&lt;br /&gt;banyak masalah dan persoalaan yang timbul sepanjang proses pembuatan poster ini.&lt;br /&gt;namun, berkat dan usaha gigih ahli2 stare decisis yang hadir pada hari itu-fatin, anis, ina, sara, kak farah cantek,fafa, jr, jaja- dapatlah dihasilkan satu poster yang saya rasakan TERBAIK!...thanx kepada you all kerana merealisasikannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poster stare decisis ini bertemakan 'hollywood glamour' di mana setiap artikel dibentuk menjadi poster filem dan foto-foto  di poster mewakili kami sebagai "pelakon2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diharapkan komitmen para ahli akan terus  dikekalkan untuk masa2 akan datang. budak2 stare memang best!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau dulu tema-IN PERSONAM IS THE BEST!, sekarang tema baru untuk group baru---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG LIVE, STARE DECISIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-1112664145842205387?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/1112664145842205387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-live-stare-decisis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1112664145842205387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/1112664145842205387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-live-stare-decisis.html' title='LONG LIVE-STARE DECISIS!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDug7i_omI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0zQrEODVH9c/s72-c/20022009_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-6188636761507288779</id><published>2009-02-21T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:15:00.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mereka yang kepenatan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtXSAnFyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l0Da1wrwjVo/s1600-h/19022009_005.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtXSAnFyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l0Da1wrwjVo/s320/19022009_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501345269618466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtOa_l9pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cBiN-MwTF6A/s1600-h/19022009_004.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtOa_l9pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cBiN-MwTF6A/s320/19022009_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501193062446738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDs-U7FpPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cXWyhda9oZM/s1600-h/19022009_003.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDs-U7FpPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cXWyhda9oZM/s320/19022009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500916555031794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDsr75IIjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kyZ1fj6OwJM/s1600-h/19022009_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDsr75IIjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kyZ1fj6OwJM/s320/19022009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500600598274610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari itu....khamis, 19, 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka2 ni kepenatan...yeala...sebok berpolitik, nak menguruskan hal rumahtangga, hal negeri yang huru hara, konflik sesama 'parti' lain dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaubagaimanapun..tahniah kepada mereka kerana menjadikan SURAU FUU, sebagai port beristirehat sambil menunggu waktu azan masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi yang amat menggelikan hati...ACAP-seorang ahli politik turut tidur sebagai seorang ahli politik...lihatlah sendiri posisi tidurnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-6188636761507288779?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/6188636761507288779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/mereka-yang-kepenatan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6188636761507288779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/6188636761507288779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/mereka-yang-kepenatan.html' title='mereka yang kepenatan...'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SaDtXSAnFyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l0Da1wrwjVo/s72-c/19022009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4075893242017217377</id><published>2009-02-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:04:13.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish...1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish i could hear the earth talks....listening to what nature is suffering from.....={&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrRktHzPdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7kxACze1xos/s1600-h/09022009_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrRktHzPdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7kxACze1xos/s320/09022009_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303781939699989970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but...i couldn't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4075893242017217377?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4075893242017217377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4075893242017217377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4075893242017217377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish1.html' title='my wish...1'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrRktHzPdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7kxACze1xos/s72-c/09022009_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-4399793810485588682</id><published>2009-02-17T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:18:25.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAHION REBELLION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZ1OAiRMneI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tcQJGPd-v8Q/s1600-h/19022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZ1OAiRMneI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tcQJGPd-v8Q/s320/19022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304481707218214370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrPK2YVcXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bPUw-Q3Bo4M/s1600-h/%7EaniShbLaSts%7E034.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrPK2YVcXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bPUw-Q3Bo4M/s320/%7EaniShbLaSts%7E034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303779296485405042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrOvMFFffI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AMIueDrNLJ4/s1600-h/%7EaniShbLaSts%7E032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrOvMFFffI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AMIueDrNLJ4/s320/%7EaniShbLaSts%7E032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778821273910770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrN2YG5wPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l31k0QiTt_c/s1600-h/11022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrN2YG5wPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l31k0QiTt_c/s320/11022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777845250212082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNrIUXdrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sDYee3NS2IA/s1600-h/11022009_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNrIUXdrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sDYee3NS2IA/s320/11022009_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777652033156786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNTL0D9TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/77TdR9R-iqo/s1600-h/11022009_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNTL0D9TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/77TdR9R-iqo/s320/11022009_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777240654542130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNDJ-DMdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qbE5K-S4OCc/s1600-h/11022009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZrNDJ-DMdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qbE5K-S4OCc/s320/11022009_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303776965281657298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow to be a high class fashionista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Through my observation from many people who are fashionists, I found out 5 rules to be a high class fashionista;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1      1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Comfortable- buy and wear something you are comfortable with. Is it worth buying something which is so…not you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;         2-Establishment- establishes something in your style that is distinctive- and the formula is to think why people like Gwen Stefani, Victoria &amp;amp; David Beckham, Justin Timberlake, Audrey Hepburn have in common? They manage to establish and form their own style as it is so identical that people know from every angles and the way he/she looks like…he/she is Gwen!, Audrey, Justin n so forth..Audrey Hepburn trendsets Little Black Dress since 60’s until now it is being put on by many fashionista and any best example is Cary Grant with his various luxury suits in every movies he played as the same goes with Contemporary Stylish Suit wore by Justin Timberlake, and Gwen Stefani with High-Class-Chic-Couture style in every dress, mini dress, pants and even in day out with her family-she still looks stylish as mommy and fashion icon with equal aplomb!. Set your style now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;             3-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Non-followers- don’t follow the trend but it is sufficient to know what’s new and what’s outdated. Remember what Yves Saint Laurent left us with his saying “Fashions Come and Go, but Style is Forever”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;     4- Confident- confident with what you are wearing and not afraid experimenting new styles until you found the exact style, but don’t be too over-confident!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;               5-BE YOURSELF!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;p/s:…JaJa dengan kasut kaler lain baju lain dan Belt to die in it, Supardi dengan gaya retro dengan kasut pointy-shoes n curly hair, Charlie who always tuck in his shirt!, Ara dengan 2-inci headband…, Katherine yang selalu look different dengan fashion rambut yang berlainan complementing the look for the day, Wawa yang suka pakai black n white-formal-but-casual look with her nice figure,….thank you for being a part of High-Class Fashionista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-4399793810485588682?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/4399793810485588682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fahion-rebellion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4399793810485588682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/4399793810485588682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fahion-rebellion.html' title='FAHION REBELLION!'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SZ1OAiRMneI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tcQJGPd-v8Q/s72-c/19022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-8510574053389354272</id><published>2009-02-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:11:44.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"quote of the day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'the foundation of learning is willingness to listen'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       FARAH ELEENA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:...dapat quotation ni, waktu bdak tu delivers her speech for intoductory speech evaluation...tapi i SUKA..tapi it is disputable sebab ingat2 lupa apa dia cakap but i can still recall what exactly she is telling on that day!..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-8510574053389354272?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/8510574053389354272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/8510574053389354272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH...............!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkara yang sukar diputuskan diperbincangkan. and makes thing more complicated is when if come out with plan A, how about Plan B? we should come out with Plan C!, when asked what is a toast-is it a kind of bread been toasted?, definition- is it just a benchmark, framework, or describing things which are not seem to be as it is? if he is a designer-what kind of designer she is?, fashion designer, costume designer, or else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually what's the crap that i am talking about is...things  that i've  mentioned above..in constituional law,it is so hard to determine what is it gonna be like as it is similar to the various circumstances happen above, in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in "public service" that we've disscussed in tutorial class today, the dispute is the same, siapa itu public servants? kalau da define public servants in Art. 132(1) but why such provision of public authority exist in Art 160?. what kind of public servants he is, in which provisions is he included? if he is a public servants, till then only he is entiled to the right of natural justice but then how about other workers who are not even a public servants, do they are not given any rights? then comes Art8, however, it provides certain kind of restriction  for any other fields. if we use this case as the only authority as there is no any other authority, but bear in mind it is not applicable as amendment of the constitution did so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of grey area occured, "kita yang merana.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kontrak tak siap lagi tapi sebok citer mende2 nih...FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kalu korang tak faham post nih...takpe. act as if you know about all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-9095548451233183955?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/9095548451233183955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/tensi-gler2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/9095548451233183955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1368086006803766694/posts/default/9095548451233183955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/tensi-gler2.html' title='tensi gler...2'/><author><name>Faiz.Zahadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944713497271735505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/TG-qbd-9t5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HcexdsewiH4/S220/kotak.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-5216381248670810453</id><published>2009-02-07T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:14:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resepi fin dan zahid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5afoLgzGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wSDSXdms4CQ/s1600-h/08022009_003.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/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5afoLgzGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wSDSXdms4CQ/s320/08022009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273310869802082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5aXIUTf0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SWHhmvZ2TiU/s1600-h/08022009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5aXIUTf0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SWHhmvZ2TiU/s320/08022009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273164877791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5aMXXqvyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2PGhcVGnQN0/s1600-h/08022009_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5aMXXqvyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2PGhcVGnQN0/s320/08022009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300272979939868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5Z3lK9MSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yCVv-giA4pU/s1600-h/08022009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY5Z3lK9MSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yCVv-giA4pU/s320/08022009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300272622867394850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malam tu..budak2 nih mencipta resepi baru. roti dengan telur+sos cili yang dibeli dari pasaraya Giant kat Kajang nun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"secret recipe" bagi resepi dey all adalah-Rebus telur dalam heater.&lt;br /&gt;pujian harus diberikan kepada mereka kerana rebuusan tu menjadi (dahsyat tak dahsyat). kecekalan dan kegigihan mereka demi mengisi perut, wajar dicontohi...(walaupun telur ayam tu gred C...hehehehe...alah apa kesah walau gred Z sekalipun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saksi ditempat kejadian, Ayub Ghani, juga turut mengakui bahawa, masakan mereka sangat sedap dan sampai "boleh minta satu lagi"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratz..satu percubaan yang baik! love ya.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:kata nak berniaga...............................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1368086006803766694-5216381248670810453?l=faizzahadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/feeds/5216381248670810453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faizzahadi.blogspot.com/2009/02/resepi-fin-dan-zahid.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368086006803766694.post-3013086443879733254</id><published>2009-02-07T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:46:15.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3F+1F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY3ITIyUO9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YE8XSJ-DlcE/s1600-h/faiznye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-5DoOmIJ-g/SY3ITIyUO9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YE8XSJ-DlcE/s320/faiznye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300112567586536402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3F+1F (tah mane 1F menghilangkan diri.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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