<?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-2699996718034473874</id><updated>2011-11-29T09:32:57.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzakkir Syah's™</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5520376666760687031</id><published>2011-09-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:16:43.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite - Be Mine MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q8Xem0OHYyk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite - Be Mine&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/2699996718034473874-5520376666760687031?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5520376666760687031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/09/infinite-be-mine-mv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5520376666760687031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5520376666760687031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/09/infinite-be-mine-mv.html' title='Infinite - Be Mine MV'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q8Xem0OHYyk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2779023246237426456</id><published>2011-07-28T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:13:45.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekali Lagi</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Maybe we should be just friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit,I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6-8PX8IytI/TmR1r_RLx8I/AAAAAAAAAus/glXRZbojdAE/s1600/infinite-be-mine-full-hd-0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6-8PX8IytI/TmR1r_RLx8I/AAAAAAAAAus/glXRZbojdAE/s320/infinite-be-mine-full-hd-0823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648769231207778242" 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/2699996718034473874-2779023246237426456?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2779023246237426456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/07/sekali-lagi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2779023246237426456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2779023246237426456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/07/sekali-lagi.html' title='Sekali Lagi'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6-8PX8IytI/TmR1r_RLx8I/AAAAAAAAAus/glXRZbojdAE/s72-c/infinite-be-mine-full-hd-0823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7658265759269175135</id><published>2011-02-22T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:34:48.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>Last weekend,me and a few friends of mine went for a hike at Semenyih. Went by car and arrive around 5.30am. Few of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsU2k62FrCs/TWOMQrDqmPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N8xxsAOn5dw/s1600/Photo0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsU2k62FrCs/TWOMQrDqmPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N8xxsAOn5dw/s320/Photo0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576454981678700786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJflinL-ShM/TWOMQQOPcQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jM1ub1N62go/s1600/Photo0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJflinL-ShM/TWOMQQOPcQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jM1ub1N62go/s320/Photo0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576454974475301122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64c9MmcvsuI/TWOMQIvq__I/AAAAAAAAAtw/y11CTmZYZLM/s1600/Photo0122.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/-64c9MmcvsuI/TWOMQIvq__I/AAAAAAAAAtw/y11CTmZYZLM/s320/Photo0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576454972468035570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7GIRYV-azI/TWOKCEf6QSI/AAAAAAAAAto/ohAiVXdIzMc/s1600/Photo0121.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/-T7GIRYV-azI/TWOKCEf6QSI/AAAAAAAAAto/ohAiVXdIzMc/s320/Photo0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576452531786760482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbZEelznSRk/TWOKBZH7vrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/It3KSUEqL1c/s1600/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbZEelznSRk/TWOKBZH7vrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/It3KSUEqL1c/s320/Photo0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576452520143470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFwGzGm1ce0/TWOKBHr42uI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gWrR6f7cJWY/s1600/Photo0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFwGzGm1ce0/TWOKBHr42uI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gWrR6f7cJWY/s320/Photo0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576452515462437602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdehRAXAJMc/TWOKA3eUB0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gBXtYwi__Kk/s1600/Photo0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdehRAXAJMc/TWOKA3eUB0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gBXtYwi__Kk/s320/Photo0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576452511110530882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Te9Ftnq8re4/TWOKArKfprI/AAAAAAAAAtI/E9rr2DkKT-0/s1600/Photo0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Te9Ftnq8re4/TWOKArKfprI/AAAAAAAAAtI/E9rr2DkKT-0/s320/Photo0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576452507806181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FALkJ4JGeJ8/TWOHXoputeI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QKwBFRjiFe4/s1600/Photo0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FALkJ4JGeJ8/TWOHXoputeI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QKwBFRjiFe4/s320/Photo0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576449603733992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwTrGT1DAeI/TWOHXXEWe5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Y7jjwrK_kSA/s1600/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwTrGT1DAeI/TWOHXXEWe5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Y7jjwrK_kSA/s320/Photo0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576449599013813138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NwkqmrRBw/TWOHXXH7TBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jYhnLscQFtg/s1600/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NwkqmrRBw/TWOHXXH7TBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jYhnLscQFtg/s320/Photo0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576449599028808722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOMKEE_MOa0/TWOHXDsDuGI/AAAAAAAAAso/GESwZimjT68/s1600/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOMKEE_MOa0/TWOHXDsDuGI/AAAAAAAAAso/GESwZimjT68/s320/Photo0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576449593811646562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFfZGFYbAho/TWOHW73arHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rF-HeNKLoZ0/s1600/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFfZGFYbAho/TWOHW73arHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rF-HeNKLoZ0/s320/Photo0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576449591711804530" 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/2699996718034473874-7658265759269175135?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7658265759269175135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hiking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7658265759269175135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7658265759269175135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsU2k62FrCs/TWOMQrDqmPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N8xxsAOn5dw/s72-c/Photo0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6240988247802490023</id><published>2011-02-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:07:15.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeJqhVsgHs/TVmOvropusI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Yn9_0aZOzEY/s1600/The-Unfortunate-Truth-About-Women-600x638_1287992827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeJqhVsgHs/TVmOvropusI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Yn9_0aZOzEY/s320/The-Unfortunate-Truth-About-Women-600x638_1287992827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573642963665926850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Guys,buckle up."&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/2699996718034473874-6240988247802490023?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6240988247802490023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6240988247802490023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6240988247802490023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-happens.html' title='It Happens'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeJqhVsgHs/TVmOvropusI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Yn9_0aZOzEY/s72-c/The-Unfortunate-Truth-About-Women-600x638_1287992827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4965315846639575259</id><published>2011-02-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:34:44.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0u8Me_MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1pJ6xQZ_Ve4/s1600/Photo0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0u8Me_MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1pJ6xQZ_Ve4/s320/Photo0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181132745800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0urli9nI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lWhaRQpFqI0/s1600/Photo0075.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0urli9nI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lWhaRQpFqI0/s320/Photo0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181128287516274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0ueH5tTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MchpB_dcXhc/s1600/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0ueH5tTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MchpB_dcXhc/s320/Photo0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181124673516850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0t0dntCI/AAAAAAAAArs/eeDyn61bFfA/s1600/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0t0dntCI/AAAAAAAAArs/eeDyn61bFfA/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181113490322466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0tgDCvVI/AAAAAAAAArk/yFnMFrDpZ1k/s1600/Photo0072.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0tgDCvVI/AAAAAAAAArk/yFnMFrDpZ1k/s320/Photo0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181108010138962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently,I took part in KARNIVAL SUKAN ANAK JOHOR IPTA (KSAJ) 2011 in UKM. I represented my college in futsal. Me and my teammates were confident we would get through to final. Unfortunately,we didn't. We were over confident. Nevertheless,it was an experience that none of us would forget. The final result,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linton vs UPSI&lt;br /&gt;0-1&lt;br /&gt;Linton vs UKM&lt;br /&gt;1-2&lt;br /&gt;Linton vs UTM(team MAKSUM)&lt;br /&gt;0-3&lt;br /&gt;Linton vs USM&lt;br /&gt;0-1&lt;br /&gt;Linton vs UPM&lt;br /&gt;1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obviously,we were not ready for big tournaments. More practices needed. Made new friends in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm3JwVqcaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/rAiNalQC8Qc/s1600/Photo0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm3JwVqcaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/rAiNalQC8Qc/s320/Photo0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569183792442798498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owner kasut ni got skills. I effing adore his skills.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,no face were shot.&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/2699996718034473874-4965315846639575259?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4965315846639575259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-jan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4965315846639575259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4965315846639575259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-jan.html' title='End of Jan'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TUm0u8Me_MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1pJ6xQZ_Ve4/s72-c/Photo0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7557640919839466779</id><published>2011-01-19T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:31:37.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TTc7-Gl4tLI/AAAAAAAAArc/VgiEdCZveRs/s1600/20057_1311544113122_1366206476_2050821_6961102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TTc7-Gl4tLI/AAAAAAAAArc/VgiEdCZveRs/s320/20057_1311544113122_1366206476_2050821_6961102_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563981802746983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Pusing sana,pusing sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dah 21."&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/2699996718034473874-7557640919839466779?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7557640919839466779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7557640919839466779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7557640919839466779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TTc7-Gl4tLI/AAAAAAAAArc/VgiEdCZveRs/s72-c/20057_1311544113122_1366206476_2050821_6961102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6232418611533026309</id><published>2010-12-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:56:35.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Me for Having an Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TREdOc1LY3I/AAAAAAAAArA/3lpT5j7h0SA/s1600/Azwan%2BIsmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TREdOc1LY3I/AAAAAAAAArA/3lpT5j7h0SA/s320/Azwan%2BIsmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553251949619143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure most of you have watched the video by &lt;a href="http://www.seksualitimerdeka.org/"&gt;Seksualiti Merdeka&lt;/a&gt;. The one by Azwan Ismail “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJLSteQIcms"&gt;Saya gay, saya okay&lt;/a&gt;”. If you haven't,click the title. What is Seksualiti Merdeka? They are a group of people who in charge of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Gets Better In Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; project. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Gets Better in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; is a video project about giving hope to young LGBT Malaysians: even though things can be rough during the teenage years, it can get better. This message is targeted at the minority of young Malaysians who are growing up as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender (LGBT). This project is in response to personal accounts of known suicides and  attempted suicides by LGBT teenagers and adults. Okay,copied from the website. Further information just click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. Someone would actually admit that he's gay openly. Especially in this country. Wow,that took guts and a lot of courage. I'm sure that the rest of people would be nice and calmly treating his. Woops,I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were mad. They keep saying "It is blasphemy. May God have mercy on your rotten soul. Hell is your place!!!" It is not surprising. Especially here,in lovable Malaysia. For the record,I'm not gay. I'm not in favor of any sides. What I about to say is just an opinion. I'm giving you a new sense of perspective. Buckle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kenapa double standard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Question you should ask. Why? People come out of their closet and admit that their type of partner are different than yours and you freaked out? Why? I've been reading comments of his video. None of it was constructive. It was full of hatred and violence. He even received a death threat. Wow,that's not nice. Death threat? Come on la,it's not like he's dating your brother. Back to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the comment implying that he's a Muslim. He should not practicing his gay life. It is forbidden in the Islam. Talking in perspective of Islam. Wait hold on. Yes,they were right. Homosexuality is forbidden in Islam. Well,so does not wearing '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;.' T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idak menutup aurat juga haram disisi Islam bukan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa tidak membenci mereka yang tidak menutup aurat sepertimana anda membenci homoseksualiti?&lt;/span&gt; Is it because you like what you're seeing so you don't bother to comment on their way of life? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rambut ikal mayang&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leher putih bersih&lt;/span&gt;? "As long as I get arouse,there's nothing wrong with that." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciba*,talam dua muka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been living in the darkness keeping their secret out from the public. The least thing you can do is listen. Why now? Why not before? Those kind of questions should be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you condemning them in society? Being homo doesn't effect them in real life. Interactions between humans are the same. Your neighbour're gays,and you don't invite them for open house? How sad. If the person's practicing homosexuality their whole life from day one till now. Their life are just as normal as ours. How do I know this? I have gay friends,amazingly they are nice. We may have different values,what keeps us bond are the interaction as human to another human. "Then you should go to Hell too. Along with the gays!!!" Ouh,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; trash talk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;. It's not in your position to send me to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thy shall not kill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking is sense of religion. I'm not good with this but it is just an opinion. In religion,God does not want us to kill in any way or form. By talking trash and condemning these people,you slowly killing them. Not physically but emotionally. Somehow,it going to lead them to do stupid things just to make a point. Even in Islam,Allah ask Prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h to lead people with compassion,kindness and not violence. Yes,homosexuality is forbidden in ANY religion but it does not give you tickets to condemn them. Why don't we try to approach them,listen and understand their problems. Rather than trashing them,why don't us give them chances,proving their worth. Giving them advices and guidance. Changes need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Thanx for reading.&lt;br /&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/2699996718034473874-6232418611533026309?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6232418611533026309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/boo-me-for-having-opinion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6232418611533026309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6232418611533026309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/boo-me-for-having-opinion.html' title='Boo Me for Having an Opinion'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TREdOc1LY3I/AAAAAAAAArA/3lpT5j7h0SA/s72-c/Azwan%2BIsmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2904589690673987729</id><published>2010-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:14:08.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome again. Thanks for reading. I,Muzakkir Syah have been away for a while. Actually, it's more to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stalled&lt;/span&gt; as I have run out of ideas on what to post. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;. Still,I'm apologizing for it. So,how's life been treating y'all? Hope yours' better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is nearly end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The year itself is leaving us. Have y'all accomplished all the things you wished to achieve before the year end&lt;/span&gt;? If you have,congratulations. Give your self a big round of applause. You deserve rewards for it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why don't you go and pamper&lt;/span&gt; yourself. You deserves it. However,if you have not,shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been fair to me. Still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little bit of complications here and there&lt;/span&gt;. I'm surviving. Heck,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am alive&lt;/span&gt;. No reason for me to look behind and waits for the past to catch up. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shooh shooh,main jauh-jauh&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaweyh,this year a lot of things happen. Kelantan won the Malaysia's Cup which is redundant at the first place. My college fees &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increases and yet the management still f***ed up&lt;/span&gt;. Now my college has been one of the college with most expensive fees in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. Wohoo,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah macam&lt;/span&gt; Harvard. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student's mentality&lt;/span&gt; still '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentaliti kampung&lt;/span&gt;'. Pekida and 3 line? Please,I was told that this thing is underground,as far as I concern,nothing that they do reflects this principle. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; open. Ingat '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buah&lt;/span&gt; 9'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Emm,I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gained &lt;/span&gt;weight but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have no idea where those extra kgs went&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still thin but my weight &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increased&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe because of my cellphone was full with messages when I measures,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu yang jadi berat tu&lt;/span&gt;. Deleting. I've deactivated my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; a few months back but I decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reactivate&lt;/span&gt; it. Honestly,how am I supposed to reconnect with my old friends from schools? Lol,joke. I use Facebook to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stalk others&lt;/span&gt;. Why should I reconnect with my former schoolmate? Let them look for me. Why? I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rawkstar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2904589690673987729?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2904589690673987729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pt-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2904589690673987729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2904589690673987729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pt-1.html' title='Pt 1'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5480029714794853317</id><published>2010-11-10T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:28:16.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Johnny was sitting on a park bench eating chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;A man sitting opposite watched him eat six of them.&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "eating that many chocolate bars is bad for you."&lt;br /&gt;Johnny replied, "my grandfather lived to be one hundred and five."&lt;br /&gt;"Did he eat lots of chocolate bars at once?"asked the man.&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;"He minded his own bloody business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing I hate the most is busy body. There are reasons for me being me and none of it for your ears. Dunker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2699996718034473874-5480029714794853317?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5480029714794853317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-heart-haters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5480029714794853317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5480029714794853317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-heart-haters.html' title='I Heart Haters'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4383953008297272447</id><published>2010-10-22T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:23:06.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Penat,penat,penat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The assumption made after 3 month of long semester. My college academic systems are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;,don't ask. We would be in class while other U's on break. It's been tiring. This is by far the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best semester for me&lt;/span&gt;. In term of punctuality and tendency of going to class. Better than before. Bravo Muzakkir Syah. Ouh,did I mention I've submitted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; assignments on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have happen in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;past 3 months&lt;/span&gt;. Life's been fair on me. Karma is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a bitch. Just when I thought I have figured out the mystery of life,it takes a surprise turn. Fortunately,I have people around me who's been giving me support. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endless support&lt;/span&gt;. Dunker. Few names need to be mentioned but na,you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I've been given a chance to work with some of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brightest mind&lt;/span&gt; in my course. They are awesome. I'm sure it was pain in the arse working with me. With me being the last one to arrive in meetings. Having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;difficult time&lt;/span&gt; catching up with you girls,but it was worth the while. Without y'all I might not know my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; potential. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new in the world? I barely have time to watch television. Even for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decent meal&lt;/span&gt;. Pergh,few closest friends told me that I look thin. Thinner and thinner. Well,I have took the initiative of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buying myself&lt;/span&gt; a protein milk. I hope in the nearest future I would bulk. I hate people come up to me and says,"Muzakkir kurusnya kau." You make me feel terrible. P/s;once I eat,I don't stop. I eat like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horse&lt;/span&gt;. I have super fast metabolism,where my meal burned to energy so effing fast. Even doctor said I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unusual size&lt;/span&gt; of heart which obviously gives me a benefit because it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pumps more oxygen around my body&lt;/span&gt;,which helps my fitness. I'm a long distance runner,go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new characters&lt;/span&gt; in my life. Some who I thought not in a million years I would associated to. I lost few people and gain new ones. Pelik. Women still baffle me. I hate to say this but WOMEN ARE FREAKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND. With that,it makes me love them even more. Rawrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester break planning? Emm,I'm not sure. Maybe futsal 24/7. Nevertheless,book me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text&lt;/span&gt; me or inbox me. I might be available. I have this new addiction. Bling date. Yes,I've been to a few and it's great. It's surprising on how a social network such as Facebook could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inflict&lt;/span&gt; on your character or appearance. In photos,yes I might look like a cute guy with great hairdo and good sense of fashion. In real life I'm just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; person. An unidentified sophomore. I turned their expectation down. So sorry. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ini hanya&lt;/span&gt; pixcha,face to face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak seperti yang diharapkan&lt;/span&gt;." I should put that caption on every photo of me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TMHz9OQvYaI/AAAAAAAAApg/RkWE9rLjNak/s1600/Gambar_Kodak_289t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TMHz9OQvYaI/AAAAAAAAApg/RkWE9rLjNak/s320/Gambar_Kodak_289t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530970050513559970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the days of me with the boys. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so-called-bloodline-brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;. Where the hell are you guys? Remember,'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merah&lt;/span&gt;' is the only time we spent time together? Despite all the things we've done. I miss those adrenaline rush moments. Now it seems it has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool down&lt;/span&gt; a bit. Peace,1Malaysia. The fact that these people don't text bothers me. And kids nowadays have no respect toward elders. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nak sangat buat nama&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;value &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;takda&lt;/span&gt;. Fa ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of buying myself a new cellphone. Any suggestions? And please no Blackberries or IPhones,I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth.&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/2699996718034473874-4383953008297272447?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4383953008297272447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/10/review.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4383953008297272447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4383953008297272447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/10/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TMHz9OQvYaI/AAAAAAAAApg/RkWE9rLjNak/s72-c/Gambar_Kodak_289t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4615226096940404946</id><published>2010-09-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:06:57.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you're going try to impress women with your fashion sense be warned: you've picked a very critical and astute audience. If you don't know what you're doing you may not get a second glance. Here are some fashion tips to at least put you in the running to impress this very fashion savvy gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First,do yourself a favor. &lt;b&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt; buy anything on sale. There's a reason that tie or that shirt,has found it's way to the bargain rack. This reason may not be apparent to you. But it will be to the woman you're trying to impress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whether the reason it's been marked down is that it's &lt;b&gt;last season&lt;/b&gt;'s color or the fabric is defective and pills,she'll notice. She'll be aware of it's failings on the molecular level. She &lt;b&gt;won't be impressed&lt;/b&gt;. So steel yourself to resist sartorial so-called bargains and you'll be well on your way to impressing women with your fashion sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But there's one more thing you have to do that most men miss. If you do get it right though,you'll really impress her. It's simply this: &lt;b&gt;change your clothes&lt;/b&gt; and shoes a lot. At least every day but morning and afternoon is even better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most men find something comfortable and stick with it. But that doesn't work with fashion. With fashion more is,well,more... Change your clothes and your shoes and accessories every chance you get. See changing them as an opportunity to make a new fashion statement however subtle or nuanced. &lt;b&gt;She'll&lt;/b&gt; notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you follow the above fashion tips you'll be well on your way to impressing women with your tasteful and stylish clothing choices. You may even find that she pays you the ultimate compliment which is that after having examined your very fashionable apparel,she pauses to &lt;b&gt;re-examine&lt;/b&gt; her own. It's a pleasure you will savour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sum it up and put it in into a quick list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; fashion tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fit is King&lt;/span&gt; – The most dramatic improvement you can make in your style is to make sure everything fits. Most guys wear clothes that are too large. Make sure everything you wear is almost hugging the curves of your body - without being tight. Bad fit is an epidemic,cure yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Keep it simple&lt;/span&gt; – You want a wardrobe that looks great on you but you don’t want to overdo it. For example,don’t wear more than three pieces of jewelry or more than three colors. Don’t dress like a rock star unless you’re in a band. If you want to be flashy,a simpler but stylish look would be sporting a black striped dress shirt with a white blazer,a dark pair of jeans,a white belt and your favorite pair of shoes. You could also add a flashy watch or a simple accessory like an interesting necklace but nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change the way you see casual&lt;/span&gt; - casual doesn’t have to be boring. Have fun with collared shirts or take some inspiration from those who approach casual a bit differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay attention to your supporting pieces&lt;/span&gt; - Some sweaters are lean and others are big and chunky. The first rule of thumb is that your top and bottom halves need to match. If you’re wearing a big,chunky,rugged fisherman knit sweater,your bottom needs to be rugged too. Don’t wear a fisherman’s sweater with a beautiful silk-and-wool suit pant. Instead,wear it with something as casual as cargoes or jeans or dress it up with a blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay at least a notch above&lt;/span&gt; - Don’t overdo it to a fault but still take some risks. It’s always better to be a little bit overdressed than underdressed in a situation. All you have to do is think about where and who you’re going to be with and just step it up one notch. But make sure you’re not better dressed than someone who is more important in a certain setting like you’re boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never underestimate the power of details&lt;/span&gt; – The last thing on is usually the first thing noticed. So mind the details instead of throwing together the main parts of your outfit. 'Details' can include a scarf,a subtle pocket square,to the way you tie your tie knot. As a reminder,the so-called-man-purse a.k.a satchel is not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invest in a good pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt; – If it’s one thing that women will notice, it’s your shoes. Especially how clean they are. It’s easy to wash and press the rest of your clothes to keep them looking new but most guys disregard their shoes. Show you’re a man of taste by getting a nice pair of shoes and keeping them in pristine condition. It’s the fastest way to showing others that you take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion Tees with logos&lt;/span&gt; – When you’re going around with a big logo on your shirt you risk looking like a walking billboard unless you have something else to overshadow your shirt. For example,great pair of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disregard trends&lt;/span&gt; – You shouldn’t wear something just because it’s 'in' right now. Always build a versatile and timeless (or classic) wardrobe first and then bring in your own twists with some of the new stuff. This one tip has saved me so much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t be a sucker for brand names&lt;/span&gt; - Don’t be a Patrick Bateman. Before you decide to purchase an item, ask yourself if you are buying it because it’s 'in style' or because it genuinely suits you. Ask yourself if you would buy the garment if it didn’t have a logo on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay away from clogs and Crocs&lt;/span&gt; - They look good on nobody. Crocs,seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An undershirt is an undershirt&lt;/span&gt; - An undershirt is meant to be worn underneath your dress shirt or sweater to absorb the sweat,dirt and body oils that we all inevitable secrete. This way you might be able to get away with not having to launder the shirt every time you wear it and you shirt will be around for even longer. Please do not wear a wife beater or crew-neck undershirt by itself with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upgrade your shave&lt;/span&gt; - Even if all the threads are gold,unkempt beard can be an instant attraction killer. Achieve that perfect shave by adding a shave brush &amp;amp; old-fashioned double-edged razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experiment with style&lt;/span&gt; – The only way you’ll really learn is if you go out there and try new things. If you make mistakes,life goes on. So many guys are afraid to express themselves through their style. Well don’t be one of them.&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/2699996718034473874-4615226096940404946?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4615226096940404946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/09/tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4615226096940404946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4615226096940404946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/09/tips.html' title='Tipping Out'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7846266948241036651</id><published>2010-09-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:04:19.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Habits of Women</title><content type='html'>Of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; all women have these habits. Some have one of them,some have all,and some have none. Habits of women can’t be generalized,but there is a trend. My apologies to all women when this list sounds as if they all were the same. It's just a point of view towards the lovely better half of Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women like to nag,it’s a problem as old as humankind. Already ancient Greeks knew this habit of women,Hera was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; Zeus with doing it too much,Socrates’ wife Xanthippe has become the quintessential nagging woman.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe only men sense it as nagging and women &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have good reason&lt;/span&gt; to be like that. They want to be forceful after saying something again and again without success. What they don’t realize is that there’s a reason for having no success. Men simply need to be told things in a different way. Obviously our brain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't work&lt;/span&gt; on the same frequencies as women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being Irrational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried to explain to a woman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in a reasonable and logical way,only to have her reply: ‘Yes but for me it’s different.’? It’s a typical way for a woman to be irrational and drive a man crazy. She simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn’t want&lt;/span&gt; to understand,she wants to tell how she sees the world or herself. Men would do better to accept that and give up trying to explain or disagree. Such a way,some consider it as '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dayus&lt;/span&gt;' but try to look at it as you being 'considerate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; emotional is another side of this habit. Instead of staying calm and thinking a situation over women react over emotional,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break out in tears&lt;/span&gt;,get hysterical or angry and start throwing things. Best to wait until the attack is over and her brain starts working more rational again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buying Too Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending too much on shoes,handbags and clothes is not only a bad habit,it can be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; for some women. Like all addictions,it can become an expensive problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it’s not that bad most men can’t understand why someone needs 40 pairs of shoes, 20 handbags or a new outfit every two weeks. Then again,it is quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; disorder which men have towards beautiful ladies. "Why is there stacks of porn under your bed?" Right.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Most men&lt;/span&gt; also don’t enjoy spending a lot of time before changing rooms waiting for a woman who can’t decide if this or that skirt looks better,especially if they were asked and told more than once which one they prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; for relationships if women would only spend as much as they can afford easily and take their best girlfriend for shopping tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitchiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women often have troubles working in a team,especially with other women. It’s a kind of jealousy; they want to be the best,a queen,or even the only woman around. They can be that way with friends,as well. Wherever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;women meet&lt;/span&gt; there is potential for jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best for men to stay out of it. If it’s their wife or girlfriend,they could try calming her down. As long a they never side with the other woman. Best for men to stay out of it or try to calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossiping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are more talkative than men. They talk longer and more often on the phone. They like to talk about a lot of things with their best girlfriend or with female family members. That’s a social skill and society &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; it,but it becomes a bad habit easily when it’s all about gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should settle for gossip about celebrities on TV or in magazines. Intimate details of their friends should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treated discreetly&lt;/span&gt;,their partners have a right to privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,these are unique characteristics we,male born to nourish,care and love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banyak udang banyak garam. Banyak orang banyak ragam.&lt;/span&gt; Still,where art thou Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TIKyZ6LRtQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SfsvZos4a9Q/s1600/45491_111484622237957_111480675571685_81030_4148761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TIKyZ6LRtQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SfsvZos4a9Q/s320/45491_111484622237957_111480675571685_81030_4148761_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513165052037936386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Girls,girls. Girls I do adore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-7846266948241036651?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7846266948241036651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/09/worst-habits-of-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7846266948241036651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7846266948241036651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/09/worst-habits-of-women.html' title='Worst Habits of Women'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TIKyZ6LRtQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SfsvZos4a9Q/s72-c/45491_111484622237957_111480675571685_81030_4148761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4605023943645271212</id><published>2010-08-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:36:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>In a last ditch attempt to kill some spare time,I was stumbling through some websites when I found this random statistic that literally blew my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 12% of hookups eventually lead to relationships. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWELVE PERCENT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a guy who has had his fair share of hookups and is still single,I don’t know why that statistic was so shocking to me. But it was. I stared at that one line for 10 minutes. Only 12%. 12 percent. That means 88% of hook ups lead to nothing but a walk of shame and that awkward post-hook up interaction when you have to return her undies.*oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just pretty shocking when you see it laid out like that. Especially when you consider the fact that the whole hook up culture has become the dominant way of interacting and 'dating' in college. It makes me think twice about all those weekend convoys with my friends when we gush about whatever girl we made out with the night before. We all talk and plan and are convinced it’s going to turn into something bigger; after all,So and So met started going out with his long-term girlfriend after a hook up. It is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not. At least for the majority of us. And now,it feels so pointless when you know that probably nothing real is going to come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have totally been guilty of some innocent, feelings-free hook-ups, and, yes, they can be SO much fun in the moment. But the fact is,while we guys can enjoy a random hook up or two, most of us (don’t get mad at me, I know that this is not true of ALL guys) do eventually want a girlfriend. And random anonymous girls at club for a night of fun is clearly not the way we’re going to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statistic was a very big wake up call for me;it made me realize that I don’t really want the casual thing anymore. I want more than just friends with benefits or casual dating. I want a real relationship,one where she really knows me and hopefully us would beat the odd of 88%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is,if the hook up culture is how the majority of college students interact,what am I supposed to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4605023943645271212?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4605023943645271212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4605023943645271212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4605023943645271212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-708651700951054865</id><published>2010-08-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:56:01.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure of a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question : Define metrosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Homos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queer Eye From The Straight Guy&lt;/span&gt; tend to leave a lasting impression. They tell us that the times are changing,and gender equality is not thing from the past. No,I'm not talking about Women's Rights,but more of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men's Rights&lt;/span&gt; to be sensitive,tasteful,well groomed,and most importantly domestically capable. I'm talking about the upcoming species of metrosexual men who are causing the extinction of that once overly popular tribe of red-blooded males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here,they made the women seem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neanderthal&lt;/span&gt;,but the question is,beyond that well-plucked eyebrow and that nicely wore suits,what draws the line between the metrosexual and the unusually over-metrosexual? When does metrosexuality exudes so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estrogen&lt;/span&gt; that it becomes too much,and may be deemed as non-heterosexual,perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do admit,and men do agree that women don't know what they want. When the hot-headed,red-blooded men once ruled the earth,women cried out for the sensitive,caring,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairy-but-knows-how-to-wax-them-off men&lt;/span&gt;. Now that it's acceptable for males like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Beckham&lt;/span&gt; to admit his weekly facial and skin peel,women are actually complaining about not having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy's guy&lt;/span&gt; to protect them,to take them for granted and frantically throw their male chauvinistic pig ego around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unrepentant feminist despises the metrosexual for their lack of testosterone-filled personality,where else the average girl-next-door is still unsure of what she wants. The question is balance! No woman,and I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; in this world would want a men smelling like a Torres' football jersey,no matter how sexy he is,and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; in this world would want their man smelling like their favorite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Versace&lt;/span&gt; perfume,unless it's rubbed off from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing the line,knowing the borders and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;identifying your taste&lt;/span&gt;. So,how do you know when you're crossing that dangerous I'm-no-longer-sure-about-my-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preference border&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) If you're reading this post without showing a little bit of interest,most probably you're typical,short-attention span man...But hey! You're still here! Ooh,this could be dangerous. Heed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warning signs&lt;/span&gt; in you pretty little head won't ya? If you like your t-shirts ironed,don't worry. You're still fine. I did the same. If you like t-shirts ironed,and most preferably have them ironed at exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40 degree Celcius&lt;/span&gt; for exactly 8 minutes flat,then beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you help you girlfriend choose a fragrance,and tell her that you absolutely like the rose undertones and sandalwood feel,you're still extremely fine,but if you adore the perfume,used the words "I absolutely adore" and felt like you would like to get some yourself,then you're in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG trouble&lt;/span&gt;,sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you think that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls have it the best&lt;/span&gt; because they all look great in pink,but people laugh at you when you wear pink,and if you feel envious because they get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wear heels&lt;/span&gt; and all,while your guy friends all have holes in their this-is-3-years-old-and-I-have-never-washed-them-and-I'm-proud-of-it socks,you really got it bad. Get a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think that there is something to be ashamed of by being metrosexual,therefore ruining light years of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conventional male behavior&lt;/span&gt;,known to be rude,loud and somehow lovable to some. Embrace the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;modern years&lt;/span&gt;! You have money to spend,why not on yourself? Buy fantastic clothes,join health clubs,go to the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairdressers&lt;/span&gt;! The world is your oyster,why not trade it in for more pearls? Believe it or not,being able to look so good and clean is the thing that sells. Take a look around and point to me a billboard that has a boisterous,rough,red-necked man. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metrosexuality is not sex a confusion,it's a straight man's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciation of culture&lt;/span&gt; and finesse. The key learning here is to love your self,and not care about what the others think. No one else will ever love you the way you do,so what do you care about the other ignoramuses! It's their loss if they can't trim and eyebrow properly or remember to apply moisturizer themselves. The key here will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Respect&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Love&lt;/span&gt;. See the pattern? It all begins with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TFZrBImn5sI/AAAAAAAAAng/uAoolZ5ja5o/s1600/28863_1455467671121_1366206476_2397732_7112858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TFZrBImn5sI/AAAAAAAAAng/uAoolZ5ja5o/s320/28863_1455467671121_1366206476_2397732_7112858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701662113162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-708651700951054865?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/708651700951054865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-men-from-queer-eye-from-straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/708651700951054865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/708651700951054865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-men-from-queer-eye-from-straight.html' title='Measure of a Man'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TFZrBImn5sI/AAAAAAAAAng/uAoolZ5ja5o/s72-c/28863_1455467671121_1366206476_2397732_7112858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8560197146549979861</id><published>2010-06-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:20:17.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiQKmfMO4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/e4JfOAhNdb0/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiQKmfMO4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/e4JfOAhNdb0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483291058128042882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to respond to that. The thing is I LOVE my current way of life. The idea of tied to commitment at young age is pro-boating. I have no idea how youngsters nowadays can cope with them self. Couple and 'papa mama' stuff. 15yo and already in a relationship? Please,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunat pun tak kering lagi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,there are times that I would sit in the corner of my room and sing my lung out to Jordin Spark's No Air. Hormone reactions&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;,20yo this is my prime age. Bloom baby bloom. Still,I keep my head above the water. I want to see things clearly before making any moves. Past relationships have tought me lessons. 'A girl would trip me down but not any girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want y'all who are in a relationship to Re-examine yourself. This thing called love,is that what y'all having? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES Muzakkir. I feel it and breathing it&lt;/span&gt;." you say? Okay,Romeo. Have you ever been mesmerized by a man/woman standing next to you in line? Is this love,the real thing? Is Cupid being an impish child or bringing you true love forever? It could be infatuation. It is very long way from real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some feelings we have when infatuated that we don’t have when we’re feeling love. Some of the 'symptoms' of infatuation are; feelings of panic,uncertainty,overpowering lust, feverish excitement,impatience,and/or jealousy. When infatuated,we are thrilled,but not happy,wanting to trust,yet suspicious (okay,that happens a lot). There are lingering,nagging doubts about our 'partner in infatuation' and their love for us. We’re miserable when they’re away,almost like we’re not complete unless we’re with them. It’s a rush and it’s intense. It’s difficult to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When infatuated we experience a surge of dopamine that rushes through the brain causing us to feel good. Norepinephrine flows through the brain stimulating production of adrenaline (pounding heart). Phenylethalimine (found in chocolate) creates a feeling of bliss. Irrational romantic sentiments may be caused by oxytocin,a primary sexual arousal hormone that signals orgasm and feelings of emotional attachment. Together these chemicals sometimes override the brain activity that governs logic. It could lead to self belief of us found the right person. In this case,'votre bien-aimé'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the age old question, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you still single Muzakkir Syah&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBidX0pcyrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/olCC6MZov98/s1600/20565_104853086199327_100000239071734_123628_6582870_n.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBidX0pcyrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/olCC6MZov98/s320/20565_104853086199327_100000239071734_123628_6582870_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483305578918628018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm done trying.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8560197146549979861?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8560197146549979861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/xin-tiao-mana-awak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8560197146549979861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8560197146549979861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/xin-tiao-mana-awak.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiQKmfMO4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/e4JfOAhNdb0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6325821533835183278</id><published>2010-06-16T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:29:36.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>A sunny blue sky is hanging over my head. It's funny how easily the weather can so drastically change our moods. The weather isn't too hot,and I'm in a good one. So I wanted to talk about thing that go hand in hand and link arm in arm kinda. Since I just had lunch with four of my crazy classmates. Seems like forever since the last time I had meal with them. We pretty much talked topics which is out of this world. Bujang Senang and BB,well you got the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Specifically BEST friends. I have one or two amazing best friends. Yes,we all need them, I don't think we'd have much of a life without those special few people who make you laugh so much that tears stream down your cheek,someone that you'd stay up all night with to help them finish their assignments due in at 9am,someone you'd pick up at 4am because there's no cab and can't get home,someone that you can tell every little thing you've ever thought to. You know the kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see/chat to your best friend? What was the sweetest thing your best friend has done for you? I'm not talking about an expensive present that they gave you,what thought went into it,what time did someone sacrifice just to help you out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have no doubts about is the more you give the more you receive. If you are self centered, arrogant, dishonest and disloyal,you will generally be treated in such a way. If you are patient,kind,gracious,honest and loyal. Well I don't think I have to explain my point any further. Sounds so simple and yet it's such a pivotal part of our lives. I tend to believe that if you want to achieve your dreams,if you want to succeed in something like your career,your social life,or pretty much anything. You first have to get this right. Learn how to treat people,how to respect, how to be gracious in defeat and in victory and most importantly how to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiKXQA4wKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sELaMOkY1iM/s1600/100_0707.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiKXQA4wKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sELaMOkY1iM/s320/100_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483284678363889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy in white on your right side is not on the list.&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/2699996718034473874-6325821533835183278?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6325821533835183278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6325821533835183278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6325821533835183278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBiKXQA4wKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sELaMOkY1iM/s72-c/100_0707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-365913510024028937</id><published>2010-06-15T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:29:14.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Picture</title><content type='html'>To make up for the fact of me haven't post anything since the dawn of new millennial (yes,exaggeration never fades),I thought I’d give you a gift in this post. Behold, 'the Perfect Picture'. In today’s technologically-driven society,83% of all layage is a direct result of the pictures you post on your social networking page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so how do I take the Perfect Picture&lt;/span&gt;,” you ask? Easy. Look at any picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBc-w8hASOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/U9gv4hPKwSI/s1600/29499_1184133462695_1809025312_369776_2973299_na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBc-w8hASOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/U9gv4hPKwSI/s320/29499_1184133462695_1809025312_369776_2973299_na.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482920081946069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBc_TR4mXaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/aCBj1_-NU98/s1600/20057_1327163183589_1366206476_2097691_825238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBc_TR4mXaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/aCBj1_-NU98/s320/20057_1327163183589_1366206476_2097691_825238_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482920671797730722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;(Daym,the boy in red vest is just dreamy :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Muzakkir&lt;/span&gt;,” you’re saying, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t look like you&lt;/span&gt;.” True, but maybe that’s because I don't wear a 'sachel' around my body just to make a point I have '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt;' and what's up with that? You're bringing a knife with you is it? Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Take Perfect Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put on a suit. Just kidding. You’re already wearing one. Right? RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Stand in front of a full-length mirror and practice your 'perfect pose'. Things to focus on: angling your body in relation to the lens so you appear strong and sexual (think of Kim Ryeowook). Also,you’ll want to broaden your shoulders to appear extra manly (think Roslina Samsu). Don't over do the pose,it may be considered as 'MySpace pose'. You don't want to be in that category,it's too cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: When you’re at a venue where cameras are common (parties, birthdays, a camera store), listen for clicks, beeps and servos, as these are the sounds of digital cameras snapping away. Try to ignore the camera bearer and his/her friends’ 'amazing' stories about how great their life is or how the world revolves around them,put yourself in prime position for a picture behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Watch for premature flashing,as most cameras flash twice. After the first,you have between one and three seconds to transition into your perfect pose. Don’t dawdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Review your photo. It should be perfect. If not,a few hours of Photoshop can fix anything. Now,post your photo and get ready to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBdBQi4QeBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YJLs_3DCk8o/s1600/16235_1303279266506_1366206476_2028359_707669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBdBQi4QeBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YJLs_3DCk8o/s320/16235_1303279266506_1366206476_2028359_707669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482922823843346450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Mencuba&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-365913510024028937?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/365913510024028937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/365913510024028937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/365913510024028937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-picture.html' title='The Perfect Picture'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/TBc-w8hASOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/U9gv4hPKwSI/s72-c/29499_1184133462695_1809025312_369776_2973299_na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-771548137352002482</id><published>2010-05-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:22:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketiredan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7sagx-dfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_4YC-H3JBUU/s1600/HO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7sagx-dfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_4YC-H3JBUU/s320/HO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471570537522034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I’ve been wondering just how long I can stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes  start to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m aching and I’m breaking inside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heylo folks. Another session of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngomelan&lt;/span&gt;. I'm working hard. So hard. And today I  think I hit a brick wall. Metaphorically of course. Y'all know that point  at which you've been trying you're absolute best for a while because you  want something so bad. Because that thing you're working so hard for  has taken over your entire existence. Because it means more than the  whole wide tall long spherical globe world. And then you drop like it's  hot. Exhausted. Fatigue's taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly everything is put into complete perspective. Sometimes I  forgot the reason why I'm doing what I'm doing now. What my real goal in  all of this is. I get so involved,throwing my whole self. Every cell  included,literally.  So far into it that I end up standing with my eyes inches from  the canvas focusing on one insignificant minor brush stroke. Forgetting that right there in front of me is the most beautiful,powerful,mysterious,glorious,immeasurable,awesome (and not hot dog  awesome) picture. And,yes. I'm exaggerating it. If only I could take a step or two back to see it. Life  is so magical. It's so much bigger than ourselves and our goals in  life. A fact I often forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can I say I'm better than most of you? I'm 20yo and yet I've seen a lot of things. Things that most 20yo have not seen. I personally think I have seen it all. In my lifetime,I've seen the fall of Saddam Hussein's reign,Barack Obama becoming the 1st African-American President of the mighty USA. Dani of Adamaya becomes crazy. Ellen DeGeneres&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; menggantikan&lt;/span&gt; Paula Abdul. The birth of new words, (eg;MySpacing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepaking&lt;/span&gt;,Facebooking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likas&lt;/span&gt;). And don't forget the term 'SCANDAL'. Most kid nowadays used to described their ignorance towards relationship. The 'not-so-official-relationship'. Youngsters nowadays are 'creative'. Agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7tzgB5vGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5VH59bo6n84/s1600/adolf-hitler-with-himmler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7tzgB5vGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5VH59bo6n84/s320/adolf-hitler-with-himmler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471572066328755298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Okay,d&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia tak hidup zaman saya. Saja menghangatkan suasana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Exaggeration,remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it,I feel like an old bitty. I sound like a total wanker. A self centered man. Self claimed and self titled. EVERYTHING revolves around me. It's all about me. Moi,moi and more moi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasan giler&lt;/span&gt;. I'm talking about others and giving advice. But ain't that being '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amar maaruf nahi mungkar&lt;/span&gt;' is all about? Seriously,I'm 'hypocrite'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure,I've done 'stuffs'. Heck,I'm not even proud of it. Like I mention before,"I'm not owning a pair of ticket to heaven". So I'm not in the position to question others. WRONG. Still the idea of owning the ticket is utterly wicked.a pair of ticket. Me and heartbeat. Holding hands toward the heaven's gate. Where art thou Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7yxzv4XMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/a40ON7w5LH8/s1600/loneliness-4-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7yxzv4XMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/a40ON7w5LH8/s320/loneliness-4-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471577534820277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jauh tersasar&lt;/span&gt;,as I was saying. Human make mistakes. They are forever bound to it. Yet,don't treat them as masters. Put it this way. Life is like driving a car. You drive and your eyes keep looking forward for the upcoming traffic. You still have to take few glimpses of your rear view mirror. To check up whether Godzilla has finally catch up on you. JOKE. Mistakes is like cars from behind of you. You may be surprised on how something that is in your past can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kejar&lt;/span&gt; and affect your present. By doing so,you are not bound to do the same mistakes as before. You have to check up on them even though there's phrase,'Keep Looking Forward,What Past Stays In The Past'. The idea is pro-boating. It's old fashioned. Hey,up to date &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikitla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-771548137352002482?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/771548137352002482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/worn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/771548137352002482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/771548137352002482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/worn-out.html' title='Ketiredan'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-7sagx-dfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_4YC-H3JBUU/s72-c/HO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-524840819656646587</id><published>2010-05-05T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:10:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini</title><content type='html'>Letih rasanya,futsal malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Perah keringat tak ingat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Macam main wakil Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi berbaloi,kawan punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelas jam 8.&lt;br /&gt;Baru jam 7.&lt;br /&gt;Elok tidur sebentar.&lt;br /&gt;15 minit pun okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita merancang,Tuhan tentukan.&lt;br /&gt;Bangun jam 2.&lt;br /&gt;Kelas terabai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkesima.&lt;br /&gt;Terus capai tuala.&lt;br /&gt;Siap berendam.&lt;br /&gt;Berdandan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapar.&lt;br /&gt;Perut mengidam.&lt;br /&gt;Dompet tak mengizinkan.&lt;br /&gt;Ringan,baling anjing.&lt;br /&gt;Tak tentu mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-524840819656646587?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/524840819656646587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-ini.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/524840819656646587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/524840819656646587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-ini.html' title='Hari Ini'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3426184836739801453</id><published>2010-05-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:30:40.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totaled</title><content type='html'>I'm so messed up right now I can't even think straight. I have to get my head back on track. Releasing tension that I had. I hate people telling me something that I don't know. I am a self proclaimed perfectionist. Everything in my eyes must be in perfect order. I know things that you don't. I've done things that I'm not proud of. The only thing that keeps me moving forward  and stay in one piece is my reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays,I frequently have this mood swing. I'm not being sexist but last time I check I don't own a V. And I don't know why,at one time I would be perfectly in happy mode,the next moment,I hate everything surrounds me. Wtf? I'm having unbalance hormones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;? I'm only 20 and not yet married. I haven't finished my bucket list yet. Am I having premenopause? Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm jealous. Most of my acquaintances are seeing someone. I am left alone. Before,we would be together in everything. Futsal,dinner,movies. But since they're seeing someone,most of their time spent with their loved one(s). I'm not blaming them,I would do the same thing if I were in their shoes. Being with the person you love is best time in one's life. An old saying,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a man could be at two places,I would be with you. Tomorrow and today&lt;/span&gt;." Where art thou, Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,you know what? I can't wait for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-BXNgA1l1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/XDFa-kipJxI/s1600/klpa2010.poster.sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-BXNgA1l1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/XDFa-kipJxI/s320/klpa2010.poster.sml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465837071144786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-3426184836739801453?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3426184836739801453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/totaled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3426184836739801453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3426184836739801453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/totaled.html' title='Totaled'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S-BXNgA1l1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/XDFa-kipJxI/s72-c/klpa2010.poster.sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8777776278027034661</id><published>2010-05-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:41:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home</title><content type='html'>Hello folks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,saya mengomel lagi&lt;/span&gt;. Today was tiring. From Pasir Gudang to Danga and to Singapore. At the end of the day,went back to hotel. Make a quick stop at Sutera Mall to buy a shirt. Unfortunately,no size. *sigh* I hate being me. Being over mini size me. Still I have no reason to complaint. It's a bless in a bliss. I have perfectly formed arms and legs. What else could I ask? I can run miles without getting tired easily. I can dance and do the 'Sorry Sorry' moves. For that,Alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xQ80mLebI/AAAAAAAAAko/mNC7xu6y0SM/s1600/fs_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xQ80mLebI/AAAAAAAAAko/mNC7xu6y0SM/s320/fs_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466333053562091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clock shows 1:55am. Right now,TV shows Lord of the Ring,the 3rd installment. The last episode of a great saga. Sorry,but I have forgotten the title. Instead of watching it,I chose to post. It's not a bad movie. Elijah Wood at his best. Still,I love the scene where the daughter of a king kills Nazgul. Demon that ride some sort of flying dinosaur. When Nazgul mentioned to her that no man can kill him and she immediately took off her face mask/shield and said,"I am no man" and stab Nazgul right in the face. Puff,just like that Nazgul die. But,I have this wild imagination where when she said,"I am no man" instead of taking off her face mask,she took off her shirt and flashes her boobs. Nazgul popped his eyes out,"Haha,man with boobs." What a stupid demon. Died out of laughing,a cool way to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xmLuSPw1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IfhVS__20_0/s1600/nazgul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xmLuSPw1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IfhVS__20_0/s320/nazgul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466356399310095186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we speaks,I surfing over game trailers. As I just got a PS3 but I have only 4 games. God of War 3,Uncharted 2,PES and Metal Gear Solid 4. Right now,in my wishlist is Kane and Lynch 2,Need for Speed Shift and hundreds more actually. Since each game cost in range of RM200,I have to save money just to buy A game. Wicked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Anyway,it is worth it. Buy a game and try to finish it in a month time. Money worth. Anyone want to sell their PS3 games with cheaper price? Email me the detail please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xonglqExI/AAAAAAAAAk4/f5m34DMquUs/s1600/18457_1361016269895_1366206476_2175336_2535596_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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xonglqExI/AAAAAAAAAk4/f5m34DMquUs/s320/18457_1361016269895_1366206476_2175336_2535596_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466359075693007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak banyak&lt;/span&gt; game,I used PS3 as my personal&lt;br /&gt;jukebox. Super Junior all the way baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If everything according to plan,tomorrow I'll be heading back to Mantin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo,balik kolej sudah&lt;/span&gt;. Look on the bright side Muzakkir Syah,you can start doing your assignments,you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main-main&lt;/span&gt; with your cat,you can eat chocolate waffles,you can go to classes and meet your beloved lecturers. What else? Ouh,I miss running. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa kolej saya takda&lt;/span&gt; cross country?&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/2699996718034473874-8777776278027034661?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8777776278027034661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/heading-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8777776278027034661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8777776278027034661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/05/heading-home.html' title='Heading Home'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9xQ80mLebI/AAAAAAAAAko/mNC7xu6y0SM/s72-c/fs_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8513142924270530841</id><published>2010-04-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:33:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Caption</title><content type='html'>Clock shows 1:50am. And I'm still not asleep. I'm writing this post on the comfort side of my budget hotel bed. Both of my parent has already swept far away in their dream. I'm not sure about my lil bro though. He maybe trapped in some bad nightmares. He keep twitching every now and then. Geez,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko sepak je la hantu tu&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of which,most of y'all may not know this. Today,I went to JB with my family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuti-cuti Malaysia la katakan&lt;/span&gt;. As we speak,right now I'm in some hotel in Skudai. It's quite comfortable. Even the price is cheap. I like to go out with my Dad. Whenever I feel want to shop with no EXTRA money flow,I'll always bring him along. He can get quality goods with less price. He has this 'magic' to persuade others. Come to think of it,ain't all politicians like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 'supposed' to be tired right now. 4 hours drive from KL to Pontian. Can you imagine that? I haven't been driving my Dad's Myvi for some time. The last time I drove it during last semester break. Like just before,I can feel the balancing a bit out of tune. It tend to go left frequently. Aish,need to get that car fix/service &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; Ayah. Like I said,after 4 hours drive I should be tired but I still can't fall asleep. "What is heartbeat doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fetch my lil bro,Raffiq from his school,MRSM Pontian. Arrived at 4pm,we performed Asar prayers at their surau. Surprisingly,those kids looked at me like they never seen a HUMAN BEING before. They looked at me up and down,right and left giving sharp glances like I'm some kind of meat. As I in my Cookie Monster shirt and being sarcastic,I said to one of them,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; gay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt;?" And even my lil bro told me that his schoolmates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kirim salam kat saya. Ouh,popular nya saya&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood,'Bailando Va'. I don't even know its' meaning. I think its' French. I love listening to it. Whenever I blogging I would listen to it. I miss the smell of ocean. Recently,I TRY to learn to swim. My mentor was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagus&lt;/span&gt; but I just can't keep up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bebal betul&lt;/span&gt; Muzakkir Syah. So next time,if you see Muzakkir Syah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terkapai-kapai dalam air,biar je dia. Degil sangat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9sXfL2qpUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CDi0sYBT0KE/s1600/a96986_a607_5-sleep-heaven2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9sXfL2qpUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CDi0sYBT0KE/s320/a96986_a607_5-sleep-heaven2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465988397269689666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know what? I just got back from Sutera Mall here in Skudai. My first impression was,"okay this place is LAME." And then I went to it's Style Zone. Wtf? Shirts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kat sini&lt;/span&gt; is rare and incredibly wicked. I love Sutera Mall. Or better yet,I love Skudai. God willing,tomorrow I would go to the heart of Johor Bahru. Danga,Tebrau etc,etc. Yeah,I want to shop my heart out. Ouh,I'm not being racist here but all I can see here is Chinese. There are Malays,but they are in small number. You don't need your toes to count them. Can be count with your fingers only. So I made an assumption,solemnly based on what I see,"Malays here are rare." Still I give two thumbs up to their friendliness and modesty. Ouh,before I forgot. The chicks here ARE hot. Kudos to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8513142924270530841?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8513142924270530841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-caption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8513142924270530841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8513142924270530841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-caption.html' title='No Caption'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9sXfL2qpUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CDi0sYBT0KE/s72-c/a96986_a607_5-sleep-heaven2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4294287987400959510</id><published>2010-04-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:33:09.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately I have this strange urge of NOT to blog anymore. Since I have run out of idea on what to talk or write. My reason of blogging in the first place is to share with others on what happening in my life but unfortunately I have been 'slow' in attending events since I am WAY too busy with my college life. Even I want to share my thought on certain topics but nowadays &lt;em&gt;tiada lagi topik panas&lt;/em&gt;. If I talk about politics,no one would care a 20yo thoughts on it since I have never vote. I really like to put some light on your head you dim people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9SzkTE_WGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hzx-pUZkV_I/s1600/15026_1421572423761_1366206476_2318693_5193121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 190px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464189684085119074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9SzkTE_WGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hzx-pUZkV_I/s320/15026_1421572423761_1366206476_2318693_5193121_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Like I said,busy ngan college life. &lt;em&gt;Bila boleh&lt;br /&gt;keluar lagi&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even nowadays,I find it hard to meet my former friends from schools. &lt;em&gt;Apakah korang semua tidak merindui aku&lt;/em&gt;? I've been missing the smell of my white school uniform. Smells of 'Nila',that thing that makes your shirts look whiter. Aish,can I go back to school but skip the study and canning part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those who don't know. I've been taking medicine for my ADHD and it's running low. I have to go back to hospital to take the new ones and it cost luxury. Shit,I need my money to buy me stuffs. I want Onitsuka shoes. Can anyone be kind enough and buy me one? I'll be your '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak ikan&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9VbaGXCgSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AAyhYMBLj_o/s1600/onitsuka-tiger-sunotore-72-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9VbaGXCgSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AAyhYMBLj_o/s320/onitsuka-tiger-sunotore-72-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464374226825937186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drooled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know what? The time is 5.39Am and I'm still not asleep since the day before yesterday. Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4294287987400959510?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4294287987400959510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4294287987400959510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4294287987400959510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S9SzkTE_WGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hzx-pUZkV_I/s72-c/15026_1421572423761_1366206476_2318693_5193121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-9087379147204326198</id><published>2010-04-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:34:29.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art-ey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdFB-HszI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ye89nOBa7ZI/s1600/wow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661358033777458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdFB-HszI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ye89nOBa7ZI/s320/wow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Annexe Gallery in Central Market with a friend of mine to see short films preview LOVEtrilogy by &lt;a href="http://reeljuice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sanif Olek&lt;/a&gt;. He's a Singaporean director came all the way to Malaysia to promote his short films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST SOLE&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Hj Sabtu discovers to his dismay that his slippers have gone missing after Friday noon solat at Kampung Glam. How far can he go without his sole? The search for his slippers leads to self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À LA FOLIE&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Set on Serangoon Road in Singapore's "Little India" quarter, the mythical characters of Sinta, Arjuna and Rawana from the classic Ramayana text are reincarnated in this present-day postmodern rock-and-roll remix. Awarded “Best Short Film” (4th Jogja-NETPAC Asian Film Festival 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEEN&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Johan is infatuated with Yati and Sharifa, two girls from the Islamic Madrasah school. With the help of Bilal, Saiful and Raihan, Johan works very hard to get to know the girls. What plans does Johan have up his sleeves in order to get the girls’ attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we didn't arrive on time thus we've missed the 1st film film which is Lost Sole. Despite that,we were very lucky because Sanif himself let us watch clips from his feature film which is incomplete yet. Ramuan Rahasia. Sanif's film is different. Based on my personal opinion,ideology between local filmmaker and Singaporean are different. They intend to touch on sensitive topics such as religion more often and put a little twist in it. Take film Ameen for example,the ending is surprising. It was unexpected. My friend who's not a fan of Malay film give a good reaction after seeing Sanif's film. He is trully one of a kind. Film A La Folie portrayed real life situation. When men do get personal with his companion,it could get messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdObLr5SI/AAAAAAAAAhY/r_3OQFyAAYc/s1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661519420384546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdObLr5SI/AAAAAAAAAhY/r_3OQFyAAYc/s320/wow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanif Olek&lt;br /&gt;"In Singapore,film making does not pay bills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdfNovwvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/q3zb7aReGvU/s1600/wow+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661807841952498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdfNovwvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/q3zb7aReGvU/s320/wow+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the short film preview,went to the THE ENERGY TRAP Exhibition. It was an art exhibition organised by &lt;a href="http://www.vwfa.net/"&gt;Valentine Willie Fine Art&lt;/a&gt;. It was an exhibiton full of extremely beautiful art. Consist of arts from promising 16 artist across Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SguyY7T1I/AAAAAAAAAho/oOQO9yGMTVs/s1600/wow+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459665373940633426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SguyY7T1I/AAAAAAAAAho/oOQO9yGMTVs/s320/wow+%285%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Works by sculptors and painters, including two prominent graffiti artists, The Energy Trap shows a wide range of artistic approaches in one exhibition. The exhibition will cater to a diverse crowd of visitors eager to enjoy the energy of today’s art scene, view possibilities in painting and sculpture, and consider where Malaysian contemporary art may be headed for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8Sypk4aBGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LXMcRw-ZNRk/s1600/wow+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459685075624526946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8Sypk4aBGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LXMcRw-ZNRk/s320/wow+%284%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8Syz5Wr3II/AAAAAAAAAig/KqW2K1AlqZs/s1600/wow+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459685252918926466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8Syz5Wr3II/AAAAAAAAAig/KqW2K1AlqZs/s320/wow+%283%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WG8iVeqII/AAAAAAAAAio/OXy03VAoNQw/s1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459918497823762562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WG8iVeqII/AAAAAAAAAio/OXy03VAoNQw/s320/wow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WHYqetPNI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wPXXCuPOqjA/s1600/wow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459918981046287570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WHYqetPNI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wPXXCuPOqjA/s320/wow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WHqlWqCnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q1nFBfRS1eM/s1600/wow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459919288907991666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WHqlWqCnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q1nFBfRS1eM/s320/wow5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIH4IE4OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4TF8YQsz480/s1600/wow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459919792163315938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIH4IE4OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4TF8YQsz480/s320/wow6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Robot and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's arms were moveable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIH4IE4OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4TF8YQsz480/s1600/wow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIXj1_wYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qrzN8H3gRzk/s1600/wow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459920061596680578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIXj1_wYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qrzN8H3gRzk/s320/wow4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIs5GaatI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/svGxWd8J0mQ/s1600/wow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459920428079934162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WIs5GaatI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/svGxWd8J0mQ/s320/wow3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WI_o12s0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Wa57NFRUxa0/s1600/wow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459920750133031746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8WI_o12s0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Wa57NFRUxa0/s320/wow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Went to Central Market food court afterward and had a lamb chop.&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/2699996718034473874-9087379147204326198?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9087379147204326198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/artey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9087379147204326198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9087379147204326198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/artey.html' title='Art-ey'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S8SdFB-HszI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ye89nOBa7ZI/s72-c/wow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5391039165843417991</id><published>2010-04-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:47:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7gKck47DQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0_cK6g4AR54/s1600/god_of_war_3_e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7gKck47DQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0_cK6g4AR54/s320/god_of_war_3_e3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456122434614398210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Okay,now I'm addicted to God of War 3."&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/2699996718034473874-5391039165843417991?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5391039165843417991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/newest-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5391039165843417991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5391039165843417991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/04/newest-drug.html' title='Newest Drug'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7gKck47DQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0_cK6g4AR54/s72-c/god_of_war_3_e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-9020127135069528293</id><published>2010-03-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:58:02.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7L_9_V-UhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cGtX2QHba_M/s1600/glee1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7L_9_V-UhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cGtX2QHba_M/s320/glee1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454703539139793426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Apa lagi? Gelakla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MySpace's never fail to surprise me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-9020127135069528293?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9020127135069528293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9020127135069528293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9020127135069528293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-request.html' title='Friend Request'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S7L_9_V-UhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cGtX2QHba_M/s72-c/glee1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4323973225035641460</id><published>2010-03-26T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:52:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin Kreuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S60sT1I3CMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/C-38_8fL-R0/s1600/kristin+kreuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S60sT1I3CMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/C-38_8fL-R0/s320/kristin+kreuk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453063443008915650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I just can't get enough of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So drooled over her new hairdo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4323973225035641460?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4323973225035641460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/kristin-kreuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4323973225035641460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4323973225035641460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/kristin-kreuk.html' title='Kristin Kreuk'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S60sT1I3CMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/C-38_8fL-R0/s72-c/kristin+kreuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6593304342981767136</id><published>2010-03-24T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:22:18.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. TAG THIS NOTE WITH 5 PEOPLE WHO LOVES MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;5. Profit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Be Waiting by Lenny Kravitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignorance by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Radio by Robbie Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are One Tonight by Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhuman by Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiwi by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranoid by Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hold On by Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules of Attraction by Joe Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mercy by Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama by My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Music of My Heart by NSync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That's What You Get by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring At The Sun by Rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Call Me by TaeGoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Addicted To Me by The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sweetest Goodbye by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why Did I Fall In Love With You by TVXQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai Syurga by Faizal Tahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Decode by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gee by SNSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,yours next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariff Massrom&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-6593304342981767136?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6593304342981767136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/gee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6593304342981767136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6593304342981767136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/gee.html' title='Gee'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-428438704845729352</id><published>2010-03-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:25:46.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's either futsal or dance my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These days my house mate doesn't mind if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tune my mp3 to the loudest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in the evening I would stay home and groove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I move to the tune of Wade Robson's to Super Junior and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh,it's addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevertheless,it's healthy &lt;i&gt;kan&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S6Zg5noxA0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/VS6NMEKseVM/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S6Zg5noxA0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/VS6NMEKseVM/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451150941987341122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs that I listen to while grooving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Sorry Sorry by Super Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Neorago by Super Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Super Girl by Super Junior M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Ring Ding Dong by Shinee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Heartbeat by 2PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Call Me by TaeGoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Pop by NSync&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - I Question Mark by Wade Robson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;p/s : Play in this order to avoid fatigue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not that good in dancing but the satisfaction of ones self is the essence. I love to shake my booty out.*&lt;i&gt;ambik kau ayat&lt;/i&gt;* Recently I have this crave for popping. I have been addicted to the alike of Salah and Jabbawockeez ages ago. It was lately that makes me can't sit tight. I'm afraid my ADHD has return. I let myself free as I popping out. Busting out moves and practice every day to make mine smooth. The inner me that have been kept locked. My alter ego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S6Ziy0WkebI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_jVscqi75ds/s1600-h/street+dance(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S6Ziy0WkebI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_jVscqi75ds/s320/street+dance(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451153024164854194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-428438704845729352?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/428438704845729352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/428438704845729352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/428438704845729352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-routine.html' title='Day Routine'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S6Zg5noxA0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/VS6NMEKseVM/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-267357067905168417</id><published>2010-03-15T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:31:51.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Come closer and ask me anything. 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Sorry for the late post since I just watched it. Have been busy lately with works and everything. Haven't found a decent time to pamper myself with movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief is a story of a young man named Percy Jackson who apparently is the son of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poseidon"&gt;Poseidon&lt;/a&gt;, God of Sea in Greek mythology. Zeus(y'all know this Guy right?), accusing Percy stole his Lightning(I'm not sure why he put the blame on Percy). He met a lot of foes in the process of proving his innocence. With helps from a Satyr and the daughter of Athena they cross America looking for pearls so they can go to Olympia. The conclusion is, it's another 'It's your destiny to save the world' movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad movie when you put aside the fact that the Percy guy was supposed to be 12 years old. Yes,this movie is based on a bestselling novel. Under the name of Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Olympian series. In the book, Percy is 12 years old. There's nothing compelling about a 12 years old kid saving the world and it would makes you want to say,"Shouldn't adults help him in his quest?" I guess that's why Logan Lerman is the main character. He has this Chase Crawford charm embedded on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S4aZcqVaC0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/coPqvVLuXms/s1600-h/Percy_Jackson_and_The_Lightning_Thief_Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S4aZcqVaC0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/coPqvVLuXms/s320/Percy_Jackson_and_The_Lightning_Thief_Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442205917403286338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie was fast,literally. At first the plot evolves,his Mom abducted and then you close your eyes for a while,tup tup. Credits shown. There are questions left unanswered. Still,the cast line up for this movie is full of stars,Pierce Brosnan,Steve Coogan,Uma Thurman,Rosario Dawson etc. Out of 5 stars, I would give this movie 3. Manage makes me laugh out of seat throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2699996718034473874-6288542982914264557?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6288542982914264557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-dan-si-pencuri-kilat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6288542982914264557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6288542982914264557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-dan-si-pencuri-kilat.html' title='Percy Jackson dan Si Pencuri Kilat'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S4aRaqcyHPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RK3UUcBu6FU/s72-c/Percy-Jackson-and-the-Lightning-Thief-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2266668432135038327</id><published>2010-02-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:23:22.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warkah Untuk Lynette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2iIekNxDRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I2WI7OAnawA/s1600-h/17543_1259072129205_1601727062_30651167_7744747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2iIekNxDRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I2WI7OAnawA/s320/17543_1259072129205_1601727062_30651167_7744747_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433743009121373458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so NOT 1Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Lynette,&lt;br /&gt;I'm using your point as the main topic in this post. You're talking about God and Allah in sense of language. Hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Google English Dictionary, God is given to the spirit or being who is worshipped as the creator and ruler of the world, especially by Jews, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt;. It is not in favor of any particular religion. Even Jews are mentioned. According to the same dictionary, Allah is the name of God in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;. Even Google agreed the term Allah is referring to God of Muslim. You can always Google for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion difference is not the matter/issue. The issue is the used of term Allah being used by non-Muslim in portraying their God. Yes, I knew the translated version of Bible refer Christian God as Allah way before this issue publicly debated. I was 15 at that time. Let's us all not point fingers toward others. Let's just stay calm and clear our mind and open it a bit and discuss this issue with empty glass to avoid any kind of provocation/controversy. Burnt of churches does not portray Islam as wholly. Some Muslims may find this issue offensive and they may not have the mean to voice out their mind like I do. I'm voicing out my opinion by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam, God or well known in Arabic as Allah, is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; real supreme being, all-powerful and all knowing Creator, Sustainer, Ordainer, and Judge of the universe. This is Islam very foundation in understanding God. There's only ONE supreme ruler of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Christianity clearly states that God is understood by Trinitarians as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. A single infinite being who is both within and beyond nature. Because the persons of the Trinity represent a personal relation even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the level of God to himself&lt;/span&gt;, he is represented by all Christian denominations to be personal both in his immanence (in his personal relation toward us) and in his transcendence (in his personal relation toward himself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nontrinitarians hold that God, the Father, is supreme; that Jesus, although still divine Lord and Savior, is the Son of God and that the Holy Spirit is a phenomenon akin to God's will on Earth. The holy three are separate, yet the Son and the Holy Spirit are still seen as originating from the one, true, and eternal God.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please correct me if I'm wrong. Based on what I read here, it is mention there's two different group, the Trinitarians and Nontrinitarian. Nevertheless they hold the same perception. The concept of God is represented in form of three being. One God but the other two is in the same level as Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father, Son, and Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meaning of Allah is clearly states that, the ONLY real supreme being. The meaning of 'only' is sole, single, one, unique, alone, exclusive, lone, solitary. How can a term that defines SINGULAR being used in this matter? Even if you're saying that Allah in this context referring to the Father and Jesus as the Son, read carefully. I'm talking in sense of language dear Lynette. You mentioned something English and Malay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? The matter is translation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. You never heard Pope saying on his balcony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dear beloved fellowship, in Allah we must obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've think over when you mention something about Prophet Muhammad(pbuh) being some kind of animal. It's really disturbing. And tell your friend, some Muslim may be extremist but I personally never insulted other religion. It seems that you're the one who insulting others. Bravo on being '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cakap tak serupa bikin.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Muzakkir Syah&lt;br /&gt;p/s:I'll add you on Facebook later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll approve my request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2699996718034473874-2266668432135038327?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2266668432135038327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-lynette.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2266668432135038327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2266668432135038327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-lynette.html' title='Warkah Untuk Lynette'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2iIekNxDRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I2WI7OAnawA/s72-c/17543_1259072129205_1601727062_30651167_7744747_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-272348012681636629</id><published>2010-02-02T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:58:20.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2gpjqgvPXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JXgj-A1rYv4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2gpjqgvPXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JXgj-A1rYv4/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433638643106266482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from Epop Feb issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This explains it. I went there to buy meself ticket for the Super Junior concert that will be held in Malaysia on 20th March. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The ticket sold out. I wanted to buy the cheapest before due to some unforeseen financial matter but now it seems I have no other choice but to buy the other ticket. Wish me luck y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going? Do inform me if there's any of y'all going. We can meet up and have a few drink also gossiping about SuJu. Okay, ignore the last part.&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/2699996718034473874-272348012681636629?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/272348012681636629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/reason-why.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/272348012681636629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/272348012681636629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/02/reason-why.html' title='The Reason Why'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S2gpjqgvPXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JXgj-A1rYv4/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3216937474626100617</id><published>2010-01-22T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:31:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezes The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello,it has been a while since the last time I post something here and I'm really sorry for it. I don't mean it it's just that I'm lost in a path called life. Anyway, these past weeks has been a blast. Nevertheless, despite of everything that happened I don't really lose my 'appetite' to live yet. Like I said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Those are just bumps on the way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, while I was onlining. I stumbled upon to a movie title, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460740/"&gt;Cashback&lt;/a&gt;. It tells the story of a young man, Ben Willis who's a painter and have this awesome power to freezes time. Sounds interesting? I always fascinate on what would happen if I could freeze time. The fact that you can do almost everything without no ones notice awes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1oOkDxP6DI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FfkgWTkKKGI/s1600-h/cashback2004vda4ih9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1oOkDxP6DI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FfkgWTkKKGI/s320/cashback2004vda4ih9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429668313398503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poster of the film but it varies in some countries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;due to censorship and stuff.It never made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can relate myself to this Ben character. It's not much but we do have resemblances like how I can't sleep at nights (reason's almost the same) and like watching others. Ouh,ya. I love to watch people, because people fascinates me. It's not just the way they talk or walk, it's their body language. People intend to tells lies, but body language does not. I prefer watching others than listening to them. I'm weird &lt;i&gt;kan? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; Another thing is, I am moving on but it's just hard. I can easily talk the walk but it ain't easy to walk the talk. Watching day goes by while baring the fact that I was so close before and now completely strangers is extremely undoubtedly irrevocably excruciating. Trying my best though. Back to the movie. Ouh,ya. Did I mention that Ben Willis got to draw these beautiful chicks in their birthday suits?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1oUTvI2ViI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4BLYuTJt8M4/s1600-h/Cashback4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1oUTvI2ViI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4BLYuTJt8M4/s320/Cashback4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429674630052206114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last scene sheds tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The script and dialouge was well narrated and there are few words that is hard to understand. This is a UK movie and they did create the English language. Why do you think it is called English at the first place? It's a romantic movie with a dip of humor. The way this movie presented is like the movie 'Snatch'. The guy who made Snatch is the same guy who brings you Sherlock Holmes. Guy Ritchie? Hello~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Thus, it has some similarities but it's minor. I really love how Sean Ellis, the director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;meggarap cerita ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; I definitely recommend y'all to watch this. Waa, doing reviews for film &lt;/span&gt;lak ko&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; Muzakkir Syah. Ya~ya, who really care&lt;/span&gt; kan&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2699996718034473874-3216937474626100617?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3216937474626100617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/freezes-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3216937474626100617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3216937474626100617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/freezes-moment.html' title='Freezes The Moment'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1oOkDxP6DI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FfkgWTkKKGI/s72-c/cashback2004vda4ih9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4024369043615140532</id><published>2010-01-14T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:36:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuJu's Super Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S09vNegwenI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OhMF55a6F9A/s1600-h/20057_1329905452144_1366206476_2103407_39394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S09vNegwenI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OhMF55a6F9A/s320/20057_1329905452144_1366206476_2103407_39394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426678353324178034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes,they'll be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies,scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys finally will be performing in Malaysia. They've been to Malaysia before, during MAA 2008 and did a side performance during TVXQ concert not too long ago. I'll definitely be going. I just have to keep my plan of owning a keyboard on hold for awhile. Saving money is definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1A3D5AT-0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/M02scef6uRw/s1600-h/newseating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S1A3D5AT-0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/M02scef6uRw/s320/newseating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426898090962713410" 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/2699996718034473874-4024369043615140532?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4024369043615140532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sujus-super-show.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4024369043615140532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4024369043615140532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sujus-super-show.html' title='SuJu&apos;s Super Show'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S09vNegwenI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OhMF55a6F9A/s72-c/20057_1329905452144_1366206476_2103407_39394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-450397739014572211</id><published>2010-01-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:11:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e9cf0576e7ed541" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e9cf0576e7ed541%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E0BACAD312D0FD5B4C83546A711685CE4E13920.798226FBFE331B018A9C2B04A7474ED7B1B1385A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e9cf0576e7ed541%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cMMjeKqfWm7Lx0HzPh4xYGUwIo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e9cf0576e7ed541%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E0BACAD312D0FD5B4C83546A711685CE4E13920.798226FBFE331B018A9C2B04A7474ED7B1B1385A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e9cf0576e7ed541%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cMMjeKqfWm7Lx0HzPh4xYGUwIo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop The Music by Jamie Cullum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If everything goes to plan, I would be a proud owner of a keyboard by next month. I have been saving money for the past few months. Hopefully it would keep my mind away from 'things' and 'stuffs'. I've been addicted to songs from Maksim and likes of him. Still, Jamie Cullum top the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously pianos and keyboards are two different things but the concept is the same. Since I just started to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bergelumang&lt;/span&gt; in this field so I believe that I should start from ground zero. Thus, keyboard is a good tool to begin with.&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/2699996718034473874-450397739014572211?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/450397739014572211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/450397739014572211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/450397739014572211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5818916806860912271</id><published>2010-01-06T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:18:38.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartquake</title><content type='html'>She leaves just silence in her path,&lt;div&gt;Short goodbye and photographs, &lt;div&gt;This broken heart it doesn't hurt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still wear these memories on my shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Im falling towards the ground, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming at me way too fast, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never learn how to fly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten hours is too much time to think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a myth which I never own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a queen who lost her crown, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a boy who almost drowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont forget to leave behind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These memories so much in hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took the waves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She showed me life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She showed me love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the time she's not around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want her badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ouh, she's so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the sunlight in my eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a bittersweet goodbye, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just can't tell you why, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let her break my heart again. &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/2699996718034473874-5818916806860912271?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5818916806860912271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5818916806860912271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5818916806860912271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartquake.html' title='Heartquake'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7183394155602024707</id><published>2010-01-04T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:50:55.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>311209-010110</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GvCXLtvkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/J7TGeQaWWC4/s1600-h/20672_103128193045509_100000449866791_78106_4525563_n.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GvCXLtvkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/J7TGeQaWWC4/s320/20672_103128193045509_100000449866791_78106_4525563_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422807881448537666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bukit Bintang,Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing y'all a Happy New Year. I hope that this year will bring you the best things in life. How was y'all New Year celebration? Me and my buddies went to Bukit Bintang. It was a blast. Me and Cuib able to dance our heart out that night. Even the organizer played Super Junior's 'Sorry Sorry' that night. Dancing on the streets are definite. Spraying bubbles to others are fun. Chinese, Indians, Malays and even foreigners took part in our bubble frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GxHtsT4zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F-pzoFAnOHU/s1600-h/20672_103128269712168_100000449866791_78114_7067040_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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GxHtsT4zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F-pzoFAnOHU/s320/20672_103128269712168_100000449866791_78114_7067040_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422810172413436722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put asides our differences and share the same feeling celebrating the dawn of new year. Hoping, praying and wishing the best in this year. No more looking back towards the past. Everything happened is highly appreciated, everything I'm not made me everything I am today. Looking forward for next year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GxHtsT4zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F-pzoFAnOHU/s1600-h/20672_103128269712168_100000449866791_78114_7067040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S04GP_yI0SI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YckVUfhVKPg/s1600-h/DSC06381.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S04GP_yI0SI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YckVUfhVKPg/s320/DSC06381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426281472917557538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S04Gs01bnZI/AAAAAAAAAco/AUVgbON-3lA/s1600-h/DSC06410.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S04Gs01bnZI/AAAAAAAAAco/AUVgbON-3lA/s320/DSC06410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426281968194788754" 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/2699996718034473874-7183394155602024707?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7183394155602024707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/311209-010110.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7183394155602024707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7183394155602024707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2010/01/311209-010110.html' title='311209-010110'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S0GvCXLtvkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/J7TGeQaWWC4/s72-c/20672_103128193045509_100000449866791_78106_4525563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5343351137405233681</id><published>2009-12-30T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:14:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzUOUuVcW7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UsFdMGZEx4U/s1600-h/ka.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzUOUuVcW7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UsFdMGZEx4U/s320/ka.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419253475808402354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One name in mind, but let me savor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2009 has been wonderful. The year has treated me fairly. I would not change everything I have gained for anything else. Nevertheless, life have showed me the  dark side of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never take granted of what you have in life&lt;/span&gt;. You might lose what you had and by that time it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I've met someone this year who I know&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget in years to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let this alone shows on how a littlest thing can affect your life. It does shake the very foundation of what I treasure the most. Welcoming new year with new hopes. Hello TWO O TEN.&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/2699996718034473874-5343351137405233681?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5343351137405233681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-in-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5343351137405233681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5343351137405233681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-in-review.html' title='2009 in Review'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzUOUuVcW7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UsFdMGZEx4U/s72-c/ka.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3651889394927958868</id><published>2009-12-28T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:50:57.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Called Moving On</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I still feel your touch.&lt;br /&gt;You left me feeling high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you had another direction.&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had.&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you was deep and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you were doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was too blind to see.&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had.&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-3651889394927958868?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3651889394927958868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-called-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3651889394927958868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3651889394927958868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-called-moving-on.html' title='So Called Moving On'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3514617822560258665</id><published>2009-12-22T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:40:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzDoEvL2NzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wzXrQtfGM6g/s1600-h/DSC06341.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzDoEvL2NzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wzXrQtfGM6g/s320/DSC06341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418085519809984306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I swear a lot. Literally, how to quit&lt;br /&gt;eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's either F*** or Puk****. The tendency of these words come out from my mouth is VERY high. I need help.&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/2699996718034473874-3514617822560258665?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3514617822560258665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-in-need.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3514617822560258665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3514617822560258665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-in-need.html' title='Foul Play'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SzDoEvL2NzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wzXrQtfGM6g/s72-c/DSC06341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4436189041457325037</id><published>2009-12-20T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:45:50.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac58c7d2d46f6000" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac58c7d2d46f6000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12B604B01DC75F4FCA46CF80804F54EE18D419FA.5C8C623A42A2B45DF6F03A0ED94991D6DC13E11F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac58c7d2d46f6000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBCuecv38ShwriJaKCBJiJpjPw8Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac58c7d2d46f6000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12B604B01DC75F4FCA46CF80804F54EE18D419FA.5C8C623A42A2B45DF6F03A0ED94991D6DC13E11F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac58c7d2d46f6000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBCuecv38ShwriJaKCBJiJpjPw8Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl by Super Junior M&lt;br /&gt;In this video, Unidentified Sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Posted with no reason. Just fulfilling request. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NAH,PUAS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2699996718034473874-4436189041457325037?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4436189041457325037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/moment-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4436189041457325037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4436189041457325037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/moment-to-kill.html' title='A Moment to Kill'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2096058535906206025</id><published>2009-12-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:26:01.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sy7sHv_tVsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lGcf6H9EnYc/s1600-h/neil-armstrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417527019660203714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sy7sHv_tVsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lGcf6H9EnYc/s320/neil-armstrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet y'all never heard of this. I'm not sure if it's a hoax or some piece of history that got left behind. Still, it is something that I wish have at least shades of truth in it. It would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKong%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKong%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKong%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cambria Math"; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:1; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0cm; 	margin-right:0cm; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	line-height:115%;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Apollo Mission Astronaut Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only gave his famous "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" statement but followed it by several remarks, usual com traffic between him, the other astronauts and Mission Control. Just before he re-entered the lander, however, he made the enigmatic remark "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Good luck,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Gorsky&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;p&gt;Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Gorsky&lt;/span&gt; in either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the "Good luck, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt; Gorsky&lt;/span&gt;" statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On July 5, 1995 (in Tampa Bay, FL) while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt; Gorsky&lt;/span&gt; had finally died and so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he was a kid, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hit a fly ball which landed in the front of his neighbor's bedroom windows. His neighbors were &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mrs.&lt;/span&gt; Gorsky&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Gorsky&lt;/span&gt; shouting at Mr. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Gorsky&lt;/span&gt;, "Oral sex! You want oral sex?! You'll get oral sex when the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kid next door walks on the moon&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2096058535906206025?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2096058535906206025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2096058535906206025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2096058535906206025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-story.html' title='True Story?'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sy7sHv_tVsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lGcf6H9EnYc/s72-c/neil-armstrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3846315394261161584</id><published>2009-12-17T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:57:15.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave For More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-268651ef65820afe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D268651ef65820afe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F726DC283ECF62ABCDBB34987E81D442D584D8D.200B259027B42023B3AAD241D2E6C02BE2F9A256%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D268651ef65820afe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBvekhgqrmveogjlyn80TVdVyn6E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D268651ef65820afe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F726DC283ECF62ABCDBB34987E81D442D584D8D.200B259027B42023B3AAD241D2E6C02BE2F9A256%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D268651ef65820afe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBvekhgqrmveogjlyn80TVdVyn6E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fascinate by their dance move. Everytime my MP3 player played this song I would stop at whatever I'm doing or jump off my bed and do the 'Sorry Sorry dance move'. I'm a fan Kim Ryeowook and Kyuhyun because of their voice. But if dance moves to be consider, Eunhyuk' s the best. I always try to copy his move. I'm not a fan of Super Junior before and one of my friend introduce them to me by showing their 'Sorry Sorry MV'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanx bro.Because of you I'm addicted to Korean&lt;br /&gt;Music Scenes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2699996718034473874-3846315394261161584?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3846315394261161584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/crave-for-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3846315394261161584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3846315394261161584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/crave-for-more.html' title='Crave For More'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7556719250128328970</id><published>2009-12-14T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:51:52.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, You're Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"God is a prankster,He sets the rule.&lt;br /&gt;Look but don't touch.&lt;br /&gt;Touch but don't taste.&lt;br /&gt;Taste, don't swallow.&lt;br /&gt;........He's a sadist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Advocate,1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There would be a time in life where you ask yourself this question. Does God exist? It's a rational question actually. If you don't have this kind of question swimming in your head there must be something wrong with you. It's either you blindly follow the rule set for you or you don't have the mean to think (too afraid or too stupid). It's an open topic, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God exist? One's should ask this question. If it does, is God a male or a female or neither? What does God look like? Is God the same as other statue/idol that we've seen in temples?&lt;br /&gt;Human tries to depict God as human as it can be. With arms and legs, with hair and faces. Have you ever ask yourself why? In my opinion, this is because they want God to be human. They want God to be something they can relate to. Something or someone they can feel the connection with. Have you ever met God personally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I always picture God as Blue Genie from Aladdin (ouh,how cute) That was ages ago, I imagine of Him playing Ceper against me. As I grow older, my perspective towards theology changes. It does raise an interesting question though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last semester break, I met a former schoolmate of mine who've turned into a free thinker. An &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Atheist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the F*** happen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampai kau jadi camni&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lebih baik macam ni&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to coin his name here. I guess it was my fault, 5 years without guidance can take it's toll on someone. In this case, I wasn't there to give him the map, thus he lost. He said that life's too cruel on him. God wasn't there to help him. Prayer brings nothing.*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;actually quote,non edit&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, you've definitely changed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana pergi budak bersongkok&lt;/span&gt; during high school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are others who's less fortunate than you. What makes you better than anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; cruel. Without the complications, where's the fun of it. Life is not about you finding yourself, it's about creating yourself. It doesn't revolve around you, it's SURROUND you. My friend once told me, don't treat prayer as TASKS but as NEEDS. You need to eat to survive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Same as prayer. Catchy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look at Muzakkir Syah,talking like he's THAT good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you probably right. I don't have the first class ticket straight to heaven, NO I DON'T. Neither do you. At least what I have is far superior and important-er than you. What I have is experiences. I've met all kind of people from different walk of life. They taught me valuable lessons that I'd treasure on how to cope when you're in difficulties. At least I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me God does exist. It's exist in you. Whenever you have doubts in doing things. No matter good or bad, it's your inner conscious. That's God doing His work. It's divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SydNkHm5-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dhVsU0LXsAM/s1600-h/100_0529a.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SydNkHm5-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dhVsU0LXsAM/s320/100_0529a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415382359849171586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-7556719250128328970?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7556719250128328970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-is-pranksterhe-sets-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7556719250128328970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7556719250128328970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-is-pranksterhe-sets-rule.html' title='No, You&apos;re Not'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SydNkHm5-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dhVsU0LXsAM/s72-c/100_0529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7724447530318747123</id><published>2009-12-10T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:36:32.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Embarassing</title><content type='html'>Today's activity was like usual. Played futsal in the evening but there's twist, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyak pula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang nak main&lt;/span&gt;. There was a China student who'd like to join us. Instead of playing with us, he'd stand outside the court already wearing futsal shoes. The reason he was outside was OTHERS don't let him play. Mostly MELAYU who doesn't let him play. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukan seorang,RAMAI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bodoh, takda otak&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sumpah tak kelakar, geng-geng kau gelak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; they all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sama BODOH ngan kau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pergh, how could this particular MALAY guy said like that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepak bola keluar&lt;/span&gt;, student China &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tolong ambilkan dan kau tengking dia&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia tak faham&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kau beranila.&lt;/span&gt; Sometime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku malu nak mengaku yang aku ni&lt;/span&gt; MELAYU because of these STUPID PEOPLE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang tak tau hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ber&lt;/span&gt;MUHIBAH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan pakai AKAL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana semangat&lt;/span&gt; 1Malaysia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kau&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana adab kau&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I haven't seen that China student lagi. Not all Malaysian are like those people. On behalf of others, sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesangat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyEJTdThskI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ToY9jdJCa_U/s1600-h/LIM+KIEN+HOCK+-+Kampung_Muhibbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyEJTdThskI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ToY9jdJCa_U/s320/LIM+KIEN+HOCK+-+Kampung_Muhibbah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618456964739650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2699996718034473874-7724447530318747123?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7724447530318747123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-activity-is-like-usual.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7724447530318747123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7724447530318747123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-activity-is-like-usual.html' title='How Embarassing'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyEJTdThskI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ToY9jdJCa_U/s72-c/LIM+KIEN+HOCK+-+Kampung_Muhibbah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1480306058075403954</id><published>2009-12-10T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:48:34.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>non-Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyDDBewzlUI/AAAAAAAAAao/deK-K-_EWIY/s1600-h/16235_1281471041314_1366206476_1976045_7555336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyDDBewzlUI/AAAAAAAAAao/deK-K-_EWIY/s320/16235_1281471041314_1366206476_1976045_7555336_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413541182304392514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's either you're avoiding or I'm just being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Please be neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2699996718034473874-1480306058075403954?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1480306058075403954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/non-concern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1480306058075403954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1480306058075403954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/non-concern.html' title='non-Concern'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SyDDBewzlUI/AAAAAAAAAao/deK-K-_EWIY/s72-c/16235_1281471041314_1366206476_1976045_7555336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7618405847810836732</id><published>2009-12-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:08:08.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretting Things I've Done and Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is my plane doomed to crash?&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't leave the ground yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These past few weeks has been a blast. With semester break and friends who's studying in U's is taking their time off. Unfortunately it was empty. With good reason. My mind was on something else. Well, more to someone actually. With no call or text, I was left with no news. Well,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester break was filled with futsals, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;ing, meeting new people (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minta maaf kalau saya tak&lt;/span&gt; call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik)&lt;/span&gt;. Ouh,ya. Movies,pergh. Almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt; movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; I've watched. Still, crossing fingers for Sherlock Holmes. 2012 sucks, Jalang sucks, The Box sucks. Paranormal Activity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapak seram etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Money flows like running water, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laju je&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts of new sem, I have a new resolution (every sem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada je azam baru&lt;/span&gt; *sigh*). I would really try to concentrate more on studies. Pointer for last sem is not even worth to mention. So, don't ask whenever y'all saw me. I might throw punches. Hopefully, this new sem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurang&lt;/span&gt; activities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MEREKA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaduh-gaduh ni memenatkan la&lt;/span&gt;. Duty call, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tolong la jangan malam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year end, there's a lot of event. I almost booked in all the weekend for the entire month. Thus, I would like to apologize first, for any inconvenience &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang bakal menyusul&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not perfect, but I'm learning to be one. Lastly,ouh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether she feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;If she did, *some text missing*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sx1R1O8DtwI/AAAAAAAAAag/CLZ7svxO4wU/s1600-h/DSC05824.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sx1R1O8DtwI/AAAAAAAAAag/CLZ7svxO4wU/s320/DSC05824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572302154118914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2699996718034473874-7618405847810836732?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7618405847810836732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/regretting-things-ive-done-and-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7618405847810836732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7618405847810836732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/12/regretting-things-ive-done-and-said.html' title='Regretting Things I&apos;ve Done and Said'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sx1R1O8DtwI/AAAAAAAAAag/CLZ7svxO4wU/s72-c/DSC05824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3299500026581300965</id><published>2009-11-29T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:07:23.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Offer But Words Is All I Have</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the disappearance. I don't mean to neglect all the devoted readers out there but my God. I'm a bit shocked. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; followers? Thanks for following. It really means a lot. When I first blogging, it was just for fun. Nothing personal and with no intention to keep on going writing/posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe most of you followed my blog with hope that I would do the same thing. Ya, I know. Nothing is free in this world,right? But I have my reasons not following others,sorry. Let's just leave it there. But bear in mind, even I'm not following your blog, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; read them. Still I have favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adyzawezome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ady Adzmi's &lt;/a&gt;- The first blog I've read. I've been there since it called Ady Adzmi and now changed to Ady Zawezome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aliph J's&lt;/a&gt; - His blog is the trigger. The reason for me to start my own blog is his writing. His blog known as 'Non-Underage Thinking' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; back then. His blog is more to a diary. Then he changed it to 'Black and White Paper' and now known as 'Aliphunk'. Whatever the name is, the content is quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fynnjamal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fynn Jamal's&lt;/a&gt; - I'm a fan of literature. More to English literature to be precise, nothing fascinates me more than 'Bahasa Penjajah' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;. Her work changes my view in Malay acts. Her words astound me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malinot-malinorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyn's &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa cakap ngan&lt;/span&gt; blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takleh tambah kenalan&lt;/span&gt;? I knew her back then from a friend of mine and looking forward to meet her. Next time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; Cheras roger &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya dulu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lupakan&lt;/span&gt; Mira.*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sorenmohdnoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soren's&lt;/a&gt; - This blog's owner is a friend of mine who's studying at a well known U (I honestly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lupa&lt;/span&gt;,sorry) and taking major in film studies. So don't take lightly her post. I know I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more to it. A short reminder, thank you again for following and I really appreciates it. I'll try my best not to disappoint y'all. I don't have any award to give y'all like others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takpe kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxJxLSCJKoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bCINGN94z8E/s1600/l_f739251bb48e4728ae7f75ae06378ffa.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxJxLSCJKoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bCINGN94z8E/s320/l_f739251bb48e4728ae7f75ae06378ffa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409510541058714242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2699996718034473874-3299500026581300965?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3299500026581300965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-to-offer-but-words-is-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3299500026581300965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3299500026581300965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-to-offer-but-words-is-all-i.html' title='Nothing To Offer But Words Is All I Have'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxJxLSCJKoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bCINGN94z8E/s72-c/l_f739251bb48e4728ae7f75ae06378ffa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2297304647875159890</id><published>2009-11-21T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:32:32.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gempak's Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZn9Qmj9GI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NmJrfyr1Bfw/s1600-h/100_0186.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZn9Qmj9GI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NmJrfyr1Bfw/s320/100_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410626304458617954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, me and my younger brother went to Sungei Wang Plaza attending one of the event organized by Gempak. Gempak is a local comic who plays a major role in Malaysia's comic scenes. I still remember, the first ever comic I bought was Gempak 2nd issue. Ronaldo was on the cover, it was 98's World Cup fever. So don't be surprised. We arrived at 12 and it's already flooded with people. Mostly 'Otakus' and I don't meant to offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother,Raffiq was acting hysterical after he saw his favorite comic artist, he's a fan of Keith, the creator of Wasabi and Lawak Kampus. Those who read Gempak knew very well of these characters. I'm a fan of Froggy myself. I got a bag with Froggy's face on it. It was chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZqdpS0BtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/VoFkPfOo7Vg/s1600-h/100_0194.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZqdpS0BtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/VoFkPfOo7Vg/s320/100_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410629059865741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a cosplay competition. If I'm not mistaken it was won by a Malay girl who's dressed up as Yuna of Final Fantasy (how do I know this stuff anyway?). I thought the Naruto guy won cause he was holding a some kind of HUGE 'shuriken' on stage, it must be heavy. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak berbaloi la pegang benda berat tapi tak menang apa-apa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZrbcskhlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sh6lKNMaYVg/s1600-h/100_0193.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZrbcskhlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sh6lKNMaYVg/s320/100_0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410630121636005458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Go Naruto!!!Eh,wait.Who's other three?"&lt;br /&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/2699996718034473874-2297304647875159890?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2297304647875159890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gempaks-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2297304647875159890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2297304647875159890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gempaks-event.html' title='Gempak&apos;s Event'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SxZn9Qmj9GI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NmJrfyr1Bfw/s72-c/100_0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4387774073232802336</id><published>2009-11-10T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:54:52.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(&gt;_&lt;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvpslPCkIFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oKsI3ya99SU/s1600-h/DSC06166m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvpslPCkIFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oKsI3ya99SU/s320/DSC06166m.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402750089932578898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will treasure it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2699996718034473874-4387774073232802336?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4387774073232802336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/neorago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4387774073232802336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4387774073232802336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/neorago.html' title='(&gt;_&lt;)'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvpslPCkIFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oKsI3ya99SU/s72-c/DSC06166m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-9212334960557137215</id><published>2009-11-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:51:04.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Are Better Left UnSaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvmdFxV2dJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MA6CPINlUxU/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvmdFxV2dJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MA6CPINlUxU/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402521950477513874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku tak faham akan maksud kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku kurang puas hati dengan jawapan kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserve more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still, comments were left with no reply.&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/2699996718034473874-9212334960557137215?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9212334960557137215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-are-better-left-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9212334960557137215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/9212334960557137215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='Some Things Are Better Left UnSaid'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvmdFxV2dJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MA6CPINlUxU/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3777946973766875899</id><published>2009-11-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:09:00.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend's Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Muzakkir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kau jangan berharap sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Apa maksud kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Takdela, aku tengok kau ni macam dah tak betul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Official &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; blinded by the situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tau tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What happen if in the end, she says&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shi*, &lt;i&gt;aku pun baru terfikir&lt;/i&gt;. I should have prepared for the worst but I have gone too deep in this rabbit hole. I think I'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I honestly don't know.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvPPZevXq1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/TbZghMDZHMU/s1600-h/IMG_3396template.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvPPZevXq1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/TbZghMDZHMU/s320/IMG_3396template.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400888414802783058" 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/2699996718034473874-3777946973766875899?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3777946973766875899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3777946973766875899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3777946973766875899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-talk.html' title='Friend&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SvPPZevXq1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/TbZghMDZHMU/s72-c/IMG_3396template.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1633173844760516229</id><published>2009-11-02T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:06:22.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guna Jari Pun Boleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_N9ytth3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/7oR4scsEPY0/s1600-h/DSC06106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_N9ytth3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/7oR4scsEPY0/s320/DSC06106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399760939709728626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenapa semua orang nak rambut lurus ni&lt;/i&gt;? This is what you  get when you are too exposed by the media.* chuckles* While I was sitting for Engineering Drawing test, came a message. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;smkm..Mzkr...jap g pegi rbornd jom...pkai kete smlm...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I'm free, I follow Syidi to salon. I borrowed Adib's Atos and Cuib was the driver. I felt so tired and could not drive. Extremely tired. We went to Terminal 1 Seremban. Don't know where else to go since none of us know Mantin well. Arrive at 2 and we spent 30 minutes looking for parking spot. How cool is that? Cuib complaints,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ramai gak orang Seremban ni.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just because Negri Sembilan &lt;i&gt;ni kecik&lt;/i&gt;, it doesn't mean &lt;i&gt;orangnya sedikit&lt;/i&gt;. I can't remember the name of the salon. It was on 1st floor &lt;i&gt;kalau tak silap&lt;/i&gt;. Me and Cuib send Syidi to the salon and negotiating the price was easy &lt;i&gt;je. &lt;/i&gt;Afterward, both of went to shop. Cuib was so obsessed with the vocalist of screamo band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackveilbrides"&gt;Black Veil Brides&lt;/a&gt; he insist to buy a shirt that resemble him. It took a while actually luckily at Kodai Sopan, we manage to find it. It was L size but since the owner of the shop have this 'thing' for Cuib, he's willing to cut the shirt smaller for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_SePNCPKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2VO1mj0G-M0/s1600-h/DSC06143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_SePNCPKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2VO1mj0G-M0/s320/DSC06143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399765895159626914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for Syidi was boring, thus this pic is the result&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I manage to buy myself a pants. I have numbers of shirts and few of pants. It doesn't balance, so a Paul Smith pants was the answer. It was reasonable. We stumble to a shop which sells coat. Cuib was so enthusiast seeing this coat. If we buy those coat, we won't have any money for the entire month. How to survive? The solution? We walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_US2iT3PI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Miwc-N7jgZk/s1600-h/DSC06120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_US2iT3PI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Miwc-N7jgZk/s320/DSC06120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399767898582670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never been to salons for a rebonding before. It was longer than I thought. Looking at Syidi from sitting to the wash bowl back and forth. It's not easy to be beautiful &lt;i&gt;kan&lt;/i&gt;? It cost more than money. So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; out there. To those who have been through this process for us the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;, y'all just earned my respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_Vy9JYn1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/jBIIFU8cV1Y/s1600-h/DSC06111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_Vy9JYn1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/jBIIFU8cV1Y/s320/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399769549624614738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-1633173844760516229?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1633173844760516229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/guna-jari-pun-boleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1633173844760516229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1633173844760516229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/guna-jari-pun-boleh.html' title='Guna Jari Pun Boleh'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su_N9ytth3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/7oR4scsEPY0/s72-c/DSC06106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2809052295401477944</id><published>2009-11-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:06:07.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>The quest is over. The so called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink Kebaya Girl&lt;/span&gt; have been found. It takes me months to search even though she's only living in the college compound. I've spoken to her. She seems lovely. If I'm not mistaken, she's already seeing someone. Good for her. None taken. It's a fair deal actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lose a flower and gain a bouquet of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouh,yes. I'm talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's so much more worth it and better than anything else. So thank you to those who helped and forgive me for any inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su5sy9XQX7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/JFkjyi_DDY0/s1600-h/5572_1195596454503_1366206476_1718913_2544282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su5sy9XQX7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/JFkjyi_DDY0/s320/5572_1195596454503_1366206476_1718913_2544282_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399372625985167282" 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/2699996718034473874-2809052295401477944?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2809052295401477944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2809052295401477944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2809052295401477944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su5sy9XQX7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/JFkjyi_DDY0/s72-c/5572_1195596454503_1366206476_1718913_2544282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8987464422046007037</id><published>2009-11-01T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:08:32.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Mode</title><content type='html'>This would be the last week of this semester. My final examination starts on 3rd of November and end on 9th November. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analytical Method for Engineers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd November/11:30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A3 BP1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Programmable Logic Controller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9th November/2:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A3 DP4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck and includes me in your prayers as I'm doing the same thing for you. Hopefully I'll get pass this semester with flying colors. Ouh,9th November onwards I'm free with nothing planned yet. So &lt;b&gt;book&lt;/b&gt; me. I'll be waiting for your text/call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su4NvqyZuVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DvV2H_zwq-Y/s1600-h/230920092332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su4NvqyZuVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DvV2H_zwq-Y/s320/230920092332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399268115854506322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8987464422046007037?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8987464422046007037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/examination-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8987464422046007037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8987464422046007037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/11/examination-mode.html' title='Examination Mode'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Su4NvqyZuVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DvV2H_zwq-Y/s72-c/230920092332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4242157070398348627</id><published>2009-10-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:30:13.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>Next week is examinations week. Most of the assignments have been submit but there's few with redo. I'm so F***ed up. Can I say I once again? F***!!!&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez,kenapa ada bleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ya, good news. Because of pressures I'm back with my old habit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smoking&lt;/span&gt;. *sigh* This is weak and it's not cool at all. I mean I literally gave up with the burden putted on me because of my own fault, doing assignments last minute. Can I say F*** again? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's up with the bleep&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah stop kot&lt;/span&gt;, then how come I could start again? Please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; smoke in front of me. I really have turn over new leaf. Only Uvais prohibited me from smoking. Thanks Uvais but please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko leh&lt;/span&gt; stop smoking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is this semester is definitely my worse yet. With my attendance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt; Chipsmore, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kejap ada,kejap takda&lt;/span&gt;'. Luckily I pass the mid semester examination with flying colors. It's good isn'it? It's not like I don't study at all it's just that my crave for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bantal&lt;/span&gt; and onlining is far greater than you, lecture. Crossing fingers for final though, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not entirely regret of what's happening during this semester. I've met some cool people and made friends with them. Do I have to mention names? No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan.&lt;/span&gt; It's great. Totally, networking is definitely my guilty pleasure. Ouh, and recently I have this crave for new kind of music. It's not new, for me it is new Jazz and K-Pop. Met ................, she's great. Ouh,ya. I've made friends with people I thought I would never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tegur&lt;/span&gt; eventually I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tegur gak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya pemalu orangnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sun3X83XOII/AAAAAAAAAX8/OGtNscHQWgY/s1600-h/fb+prof.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sun3X83XOII/AAAAAAAAAX8/OGtNscHQWgY/s320/fb+prof.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398117619227637890" 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/2699996718034473874-4242157070398348627?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4242157070398348627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/wore-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4242157070398348627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4242157070398348627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/wore-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sun3X83XOII/AAAAAAAAAX8/OGtNscHQWgY/s72-c/fb+prof.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4524587757580486321</id><published>2009-10-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:58:33.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adol The Apache</title><content type='html'>I went back to KL this weekend. Mom called and ask me to accompany her for movies. Being a good son, I took off from college at 4. It was decided for me and Mom with my younger brother to watch Papadom. Papadom is just too Disney. I persuade my Mom not to watch it. And yes, I'm good at it. Instead of Papadom we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; beyond my expectation. It was good, I mean really good. Story about groups of people who hate Nazis. Yes,it's a movie that portrayed WWII. Based on history facts, but it is fictional. Not to spoil your enthusiast in putting this movie on your MUST watch list, so I'll mum the word. It's definitely worth it. Brad Pitt at his finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SuNnv6iCgTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MqVrMQkEiN8/s1600-h/inglourious-basterds-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SuNnv6iCgTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MqVrMQkEiN8/s320/inglourious-basterds-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396270851383525682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the movie was great,2 and a half hour doesn't seem so long. After the movie Dad pick us up at the main entrance of Jusco Balakong. It was tiring but compared to the quality time that we've spend, it's worth the while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4524587757580486321?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4524587757580486321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/adol-apache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4524587757580486321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4524587757580486321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/adol-apache.html' title='Adol The Apache'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SuNnv6iCgTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MqVrMQkEiN8/s72-c/inglourious-basterds-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4957521785863322233</id><published>2009-10-21T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:16:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly at 1:02 a.m. I saw shooting stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not once but thrice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not making any fuss about it but it was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as I saw it I made a wish. I'm not telling cause you know how it works&lt;i&gt; kan&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; If it's told it won't come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to see another meteor shower, wait for another year&lt;i&gt; la&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an annual event. It's called Orionid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4957521785863322233?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4957521785863322233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4957521785863322233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4957521785863322233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-682411402530058967</id><published>2009-10-21T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:10:02.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it obvious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Muzakkir&lt;i&gt;,ko dah lain la&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ha? What part of me that changed? I was stopped by a friends of mine while I was on the way &lt;i&gt;balik dari&lt;/i&gt; classes. She said those exact words. We've known each other since my first day of orientation.I admit. There are some aspect of me that entirely human. I'm not perfect. I can't be the guy who's 24/7 that have nothing to carry on his shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm 100% human. Recent event have wore me down till the very essence of me. I'm empty. If you see me laughing please, laugh with me. Join me so that you're not missing anything. I don't have all the time in the world. God is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUPER ADIL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not in the position to question His work. It's divine. And He does has wicked sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'll still entertain you even when I'm in the foulest mood. As I a self-proclaimed gentleman would do. Craving for something or someone isn't as easy as it looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet,I'm alone in this matter. I'm just a man with big responsibilities. I don't hope you to understand of what I'm facing everyday. It's a norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Haha,apa la budak kecik ni merepek dalam Blog ni.Tak abis-abis.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for that. I'm sorry. Eh,&lt;i&gt;sapa dah tengok&lt;/i&gt; Papadom? &lt;i&gt;Best tak&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/St8VJ1jyK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gwAJSpGfAm0/s1600-h/100820092286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/St8VJ1jyK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gwAJSpGfAm0/s320/100820092286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395054137353317298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-682411402530058967?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/682411402530058967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-obvious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/682411402530058967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/682411402530058967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-obvious.html' title='Is it obvious?'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/St8VJ1jyK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gwAJSpGfAm0/s72-c/100820092286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2312264584573038679</id><published>2009-10-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:12:36.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'aime bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How could I ever leave you if my heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt; out your name every time it beats?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem so afraid, afraid you'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;Regret getting closer and connected to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel like that too but I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Scared you'll leave while you feel you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Stndr9o24CI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jkQ0oYgFpEw/s1600-h/DSC00611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Stndr9o24CI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jkQ0oYgFpEw/s320/DSC00611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393585776102924322" 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/2699996718034473874-2312264584573038679?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2312264584573038679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/je-taime-bien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2312264584573038679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2312264584573038679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/je-taime-bien.html' title='Je t&apos;aime bien'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Stndr9o24CI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jkQ0oYgFpEw/s72-c/DSC00611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6177756039422239864</id><published>2009-10-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:53:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be going to the hospital for a medical checkup. Hopefully what I'm having is nothing. It's excruciating from time to time but hey,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live life&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fullest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Betul tak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pray for me,okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/StNsGBMyj0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/W0cOzxnXTzk/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/StNsGBMyj0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/W0cOzxnXTzk/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391772029549711170" 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/2699996718034473874-6177756039422239864?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6177756039422239864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6177756039422239864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6177756039422239864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouh.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/StNsGBMyj0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/W0cOzxnXTzk/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7355781412626184055</id><published>2009-10-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:52:59.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Today I submitted three assignments. Done in a week,it sure is depressing. And it's taking its' toll on my health. I can't eat and have a sore throat. Went to the clinic and guess what? It's fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pergi klinik kena marah lak&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tido lambatla,tak amik masa berehat la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh,hello.Assignment bertimbun la. Takde assignment,aku dah kat Genting sekarang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But there was a funny incident tadi. While I was waiting for my turn to be checked, came a female African student. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masuk je terus ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alat penimbang badan&lt;/span&gt;. It's normal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la kan&lt;/span&gt; for a girl to check her weight,but what's fascinates me was her reaction. Naik je mesin tu,dia mengomel seorang diri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh My God,Oh My God,Oh My God,Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia turun, tanggal&lt;/span&gt; wedges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia, naik balik alat tu&lt;/span&gt;.Still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh My God,Oh My God,Oh My God,Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the hell just happen? Maybe she was shocked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betapa laju jarum tu bergerak&lt;/span&gt;. And another thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang aku tak faham,kenapa nak tanggal&lt;/span&gt; shoes? Maybe wedges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu berat kot&lt;/span&gt;. Only God knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betapa berat&lt;/span&gt; wedges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang dia pakai tu&lt;/span&gt;. I was trying my best to keep my composure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak sampai hati nak gelak&lt;/span&gt;, all I can do is grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-7355781412626184055?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7355781412626184055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-submitted-three-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7355781412626184055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7355781412626184055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-submitted-three-assignments.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-6406649130243787561</id><published>2009-10-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:55:16.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slices of Pizza and Kicking Some A**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9Va7miwaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/buwbHwC2fMo/s1600-h/DSC01488.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9Va7miwaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/buwbHwC2fMo/s320/DSC01488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390621200150086050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Tuesday's night,we went to a place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lengkap&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alat tulis&lt;/span&gt;. Heard there was a case and need to be settle fast. I was craving for some a** to be kick. Rushing there with SLK. Stayed there and wait for others is excruciating. One thing I hate the most is waiting. It is time consuming and my time is much more valuable than yours. Still,being with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MEREKA&lt;/span&gt; is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akmal,ko star of the night.Burst out laughing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tengok ko&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later,went back home at 5am.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sumpah penat&lt;/span&gt;,the next morning have classes but still have to attend. Commitment to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; is one thing, colleges is still the main priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days,I was in a foul mood. I don't know why but it may have something to do with what's going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Assignments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang tak pernah nak mengurang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Internet fees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; settle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Wrath of mother's nature(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gempa bumi di &lt;/span&gt;Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;- Heartbeat (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rindu giler wok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So last night,I took the plunges and decided to take bites at Pizza Hut Semenyih. Me,Cuib,Syidi and Uvais along with Adib with his Atos took off from college at 8pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai je sana&lt;/span&gt;,Uvais called Aizat,friend from nearby U,Nottingham that is. Ask him to come with Diana Danielle. Unfortunately,he was on fever.Spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9arheYfiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8Go-lV0rQng/s1600-h/DSC05999.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9arheYfiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8Go-lV0rQng/s320/DSC05999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626982752452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon after we finished our bites,Uvais started a game,'Who can finish a glass Pepsi the Fastest?'.&lt;br /&gt;Well,to be frank. I don't drink carbonated drinks,so I bailed out. Cuib,Syidi and Uvais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang main&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For the first round,Cuib &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah kalah&lt;/span&gt;.Second round &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pun Cuib kalah&lt;/span&gt;. Then there was two,Uvais and Syidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b630be85f404bdd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b630be85f404bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D639727F7C592945A10321CD6085AE02B1250DF4D.4DE12A1004FF698E215CFB27485DF69694BEEA3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b630be85f404bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSj6JHPABQA-6KtQBczqGANZJRQU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b630be85f404bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D639727F7C592945A10321CD6085AE02B1250DF4D.4DE12A1004FF698E215CFB27485DF69694BEEA3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b630be85f404bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSj6JHPABQA-6KtQBczqGANZJRQU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We refilled Pepsi 5 times just to determine the winner. Uvais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lak tak nak&lt;/span&gt; surrender. Cuib &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awal-awal dah kibar bendera putih&lt;/span&gt;. Syidi l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ak macam&lt;/span&gt; vacuum. Well,what can I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Budak pergi&lt;/span&gt; gym &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang kuat-kuat,betul tak&lt;/span&gt; Meor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the match,Syidi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak abis-abis&lt;/span&gt; brag about it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and gentleman,here you are. The winner,SYIDI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9ebauAisI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C_snG8BLeHE/s1600-h/DSC05985.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9ebauAisI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C_snG8BLeHE/s320/DSC05985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390631104107547330" 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/2699996718034473874-6406649130243787561?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6406649130243787561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/slices-of-pizza-and-kicking-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6406649130243787561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/6406649130243787561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/10/slices-of-pizza-and-kicking-some.html' title='Slices of Pizza and Kicking Some A**'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ss9Va7miwaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/buwbHwC2fMo/s72-c/DSC01488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3240671104798749695</id><published>2009-09-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:43:56.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan lenjan tau&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was the reminder given by the owner of the car we rent today. It means drive with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;Today,me with Cuib,Wan and Syidi went to KLIA to send our beloved Sarawakian back home to celebrate Raya(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik naik belon la ko Ijat&lt;/span&gt;). For the first half or the trip,Cuib was the one who drives our rented SLK(Super sLeek Kancil). Drove all the way from Mantin to LCCT. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah,from Mantin with LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp3rgaRwlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7UMToX5MvY0/s1600-h/11092009124.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp3rgaRwlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7UMToX5MvY0/s320/11092009124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380244294165709394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be a responsible driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arrive at LCCT at 8am. The journey only took about half and hour. Me and Cuib drop off Shidi,Wan and Ijat while we look for parking(free parking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;susah giler nak cari&lt;/span&gt;). We park our car at the bus place,(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan contohi kami&lt;/span&gt;)and crossing fingers hoping that the car won't be clamp or compunded. Ijat was supposed to board the 'balloon'(it's plane actually)at 9,so we have a little time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp6MDaQmrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Wy64s5QeTZY/s1600-h/11092009129.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp6MDaQmrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Wy64s5QeTZY/s320/11092009129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380247052339944114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left&lt;/span&gt;;Cuib,Syidi,Ijat,Unidentified Sophomore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were discussing what kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuih Raya&lt;/span&gt; should Ijat bring from Sarawak. And how long he's going to stay there. Your guitar will be missed more than yourself. A bit introduction about Ijat. He can play guitar. He plays DOTA. He rather stays home than socializing. Don't have a MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You should left your guitar here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la,bosan leh main&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp64XhFelI/AAAAAAAAAUc/D2_WezdKsFw/s1600-h/11092009126l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp64XhFelI/AAAAAAAAAUc/D2_WezdKsFw/s320/11092009126l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380247813651528274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ish,habuk masuk mata..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papela Ijat,aku faham&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time was against us,Ijat have to board his 'balloon' on time,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau tak balik Sarawak berenang la dia&lt;/span&gt;. During his departure,I was the only who shout(it was quite loud) wishing him goodbye. And the others were acting like they don't know me. Even Ijat were rushing toward the boarding gate without even waving me goodbye. Shit,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camnila kawan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqL-aeZvTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/FygioUnyWNw/s1600-h/11092009122.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqL-aeZvTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/FygioUnyWNw/s320/11092009122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380266609222466866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards,we went to Teknik Kajang because Syidi would like to claim his SPM certificate. Somehow,we even manage to get lost in somewhere at Bangi. Stop and asked directions from this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pak Cik&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks again,we could not make it if it wasn't for you. Reached and it was my second time to Teknik Kajang. My first time when I was 12,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;. I can't recall. The school was quite okay compared to my former school,Teknik Kuala Selangor(aaa,miss those moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,we went straight to Kuala Lumpur. Still,Cuib's the one who drive. We reach TIMES Square at 11.30am. The car's parked,we went straight to I-Socks looking for wearable shirts for upcoming Raya. There's nothing new there. I was devastated,and yet luckily there's ROMP.&lt;br /&gt;Syidi bought himself a V-Neck  T-Shirt at ROMP,TIMES while Wan bought himself a shirt at ROMP,BB(I really could not understand the reason why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqLaAs8JdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Aw1jF9tYhMk/s1600-h/11092009132.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqLaAs8JdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Aw1jF9tYhMk/s320/11092009132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265983828829650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouh,ya.I was looking for cute stuff for special one.Found none.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I manage to grab myself a blue checkered shirt. I'm longing for it. Then we saw a girl that was extremely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;(testimonial by Cuib). Haha,till now he keeps mumbling and murmuring about her( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weyh,dah-dahla&lt;/span&gt;.). She was a mix of Arabic and Malay,so I leave the 'imagining part' to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;We were extremely tired after a 4 hours walk in TIMES and BB,my stomach starts to play Rooster's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come and Get Some&lt;/span&gt;. We decide to go home to fetch Rahman and take a quick nap before we went to break fasting. Ya,because everyone was  tired and no one can drive other than me and Cuib,it was my time to walk the plank. I drove till Mantin with my eyes half close(again,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JANGAN CONTOHI KAMI&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.30pm we started to hit the road and look for meals that would satisfy our need of food. It is decided to go to McDonald in Nilai. What a bad timing,the place was full. I was cursing all the way from McD's to Giant Nilai where we decide to have KFC's instead. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily the lines weren't as long as McD's. So we stay and wait. After 10minutes or so, we got ourselves a table. Ordered and the meal was served. There's a lot of customers,mainly students from nearby U's(USIM,KUIS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqTDuN_bbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UT5BpSoeyck/s1600-h/11092009139.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqTDuN_bbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UT5BpSoeyck/s320/11092009139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274397003083186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqTjegEODI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eWndz8rNOaE/s1600-h/11092009138.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqTjegEODI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eWndz8rNOaE/s320/11092009138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274942539741234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqUCKGOXRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5tgrlK-P7vA/s1600-h/11092009142.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqUCKGOXRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5tgrlK-P7vA/s320/11092009142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275469638589714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perut penuh,hati pun girang&lt;/span&gt;~we went home after a quick window shopping at Giant. Today was one heck of day,it was tiring but foremost is that we're happy as Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqVMiGBHvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VK3P4eXDc6I/s1600-h/11092009127.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SqqVMiGBHvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VK3P4eXDc6I/s320/11092009127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380276747390492402" 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/2699996718034473874-3240671104798749695?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3240671104798749695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3240671104798749695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3240671104798749695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-reminder.html' title='A Little Reminder'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sqp3rgaRwlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7UMToX5MvY0/s72-c/11092009124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7187053031797909803</id><published>2009-09-02T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:37:37.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day for my Mid-Term examination. My first paper was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Engineering Science&lt;/span&gt;. I have seat for and you know what. It was hard(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tula,orang study ko layan Crows Zero&lt;/span&gt;). Nevertheless,I was quite confident with my answer. It needs more than those 3 question to flop me. Next paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Business Management Techniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue : A3 DP/3&lt;br /&gt;Date-Time : 9 Sept/8.30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm prepared. So it seems. The lecturer for this subject have torn my note from my note book. The only note I have to be revised for the last minute study. I'm still in awe. I kept thinking why on Earth,she torn my note? Maybe she wants me to fail and repeat the subject. In doing so I have to pay the college another 8k,and somehow in the process she will receives her share. What a devious woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not condemning her,but it was my assumption &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. Nowadays,I can't think straight, I need my remedy. I need my medicines. And YES,it's called shopping. I'm a self-proclaimed shopaholic. Ask those who's been with me. It has been a while since I carried plastic bags with goodies in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving money,for a better sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2699996718034473874-7187053031797909803?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7187053031797909803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7187053031797909803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7187053031797909803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-it-begins.html' title='So It Begins...'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-5375125820416520850</id><published>2009-08-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:28:19.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locking Down The Devil Inside of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/So7ghg8rp8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Go-9BWRVd-4/s1600-h/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/So7ghg8rp8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Go-9BWRVd-4/s320/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372478271884339138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this opportunity to wish y'all a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Ramadan&lt;/span&gt; and may you perform the fasting with ease. It is hard to believe that it has been a year since last Ramadan. Hoping that I would full filled this obligation with ease. This Ramadan is a perfect stage for me to stop a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BAD &lt;/span&gt;habit of mine. Naming a few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Cursing,swearing,F***ing (metaphorically speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Hibernating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Eat like a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Porning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Gossiping (yeah,guys do gossip)&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully,it would change. I'm hoping by the end of this month,the tendency of me returning to these habit is low. Wishing y'all the best and hope that you would make the most out of this Holy Month.&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/2699996718034473874-5375125820416520850?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5375125820416520850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/locking-down-devil-inside-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5375125820416520850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/5375125820416520850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/locking-down-devil-inside-of-me.html' title='Locking Down The Devil Inside of Me'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/So7ghg8rp8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Go-9BWRVd-4/s72-c/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7359941992906809677</id><published>2009-08-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:12:25.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Tag II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for the last person that made you ANGRY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for BEER you prefer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't drink beer,but Barbican's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for do you have a CAT?:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes,once.Named Dodi but died because of car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for can you DANCE?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for do you have your EARS pierced?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nope,but I have my belly button pierced,does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- is for your best FRIEND?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes,a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for did you ever watch GUTS on Nickelodeon?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUTS?Sounds like the name of a force in ULTRAMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for the last person who HUGGED you?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bit shy,but yes my father's did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for close your eyes.. what IMAGE do you see?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see dead people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- is for have you ever been to JAIL?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not planning to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for when is the last time you flew a KITE?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaaa,12 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for your first LOVE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first love?I fell in love too many times before so hard to recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for the last piece of MAIL you got?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning letter from CELCOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for do you remember NERF guns?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes,I have two of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for do you OWN a car?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for your favorite PASTTIME?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeps like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- is for do you like peace &amp;amp; QUIET?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DEFINITE YES FOR THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for do you like the color RED?:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; D'ouh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for how many hours of SLEEP you need to function?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for what TIME is it?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:29 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for what is UNDER your bed?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gundam boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for what you did last VALENTINES day: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cursing those with partners because of jealousy,ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- is for do you drink a lot of WATER?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I peed every night,does that answered your question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for have you ever had an X-RAY?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankfully,not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for the last person you YELLED at?:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; AH CHOOOO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - is for have you ever watched ZORRO?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes,and I rewind the scene where Zorro cut off Catherine Zeta Jones' dress many time just to get a glimpes of her boobs,LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Tag you,yeah you. Those who read this and have Blog.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SoRCvuHgJOI/AAAAAAAAASs/PB5gFec7E7I/s1600-h/l_2114d5a6a024445e8444847b64404239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SoRCvuHgJOI/AAAAAAAAASs/PB5gFec7E7I/s320/l_2114d5a6a024445e8444847b64404239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490043333256418" border="0" /&gt;&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/2699996718034473874-7359941992906809677?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7359941992906809677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa-tag-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7359941992906809677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7359941992906809677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa-tag-ii.html' title='Lisa Tag II'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SoRCvuHgJOI/AAAAAAAAASs/PB5gFec7E7I/s72-c/l_2114d5a6a024445e8444847b64404239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8750153444700093804</id><published>2009-08-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:41:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight,Fight,Fight!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3lUQzwkII/AAAAAAAAASM/oxsNLCuYvGE/s1600-h/gadoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3lUQzwkII/AAAAAAAAASM/oxsNLCuYvGE/s320/gadoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367698467167703170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian Film Festival&lt;/span&gt; has been brought down. Congratulations to all the winners especially Afdlin Shauki for swapping most of the awards. Even award of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie&lt;/span&gt; for his '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papadom&lt;/span&gt;'. The anticipation is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;. It should be great. It won right? It is so unfair because I haven't watched the movie yet. It is not in cinemas yet. Unfortunately,it won't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. I don't watch local movies at the cinema. I'm sorry,but it's just the way I'm programmed to function. I just wait for the DVD at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;(this is so wrong) or search in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NetScan&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Legendrian&lt;/span&gt; knows). There's not a lot of local movies that succeed to catch my attention however,&lt;a href="http://www.komas.org/gadoh/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GADOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is different. My friends recommended me to watch,I don't really pay attention to their request especially if it involving local movies. Ouh,I was wrong. I was stunned. It is an indie movie so it is not tied to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cliche&lt;/span&gt; movie genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3wZbq9sQI/AAAAAAAAASk/-Him8sx8wjo/s1600-h/gadoh-filem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3wZbq9sQI/AAAAAAAAASk/-Him8sx8wjo/s320/gadoh-filem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367710650610856194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gadoh evolve around a group of teenagers who fought each other along racial lines. A cycle of hatred and violence further escalated by their environment and school system. A lot of cursing and contoversial lines here and there but hey. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. It is what we confront every day.  The plot somehow can be related to some,it tells nothing but the truth. Directed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda Danker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Namron&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately,this movie aren't at the cinemas. Why? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biasala,sapa nak tengok cerita pasal&lt;/span&gt; racist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kat wayang kan?Semua nak tengok budak Tom Tom Bak membantu abang tiri dia ngorat cikgu sekolah dia&lt;/span&gt;). Fortunately to those who haven't watch,the next screening is at &lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PalettePalette&lt;/strong&gt;,KL on 13th august 2009, 8pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I credit Gadoh 9/10 because it is something fresh,out of the box and (seriously,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pernah ke korang tengok movie yang &lt;/span&gt;curse Chinese and Malay at the same time?) It's intention not condemning any particular people,but to create &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3sKdFvhfI/AAAAAAAAASU/du72vRCBtl4/s1600-h/gadoh_2_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3sKdFvhfI/AAAAAAAAASU/du72vRCBtl4/s320/gadoh_2_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367705995247060466" 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/2699996718034473874-8750153444700093804?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8750153444700093804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/fightfightfight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8750153444700093804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8750153444700093804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/fightfightfight.html' title='Fight,Fight,Fight!!!!'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sn3lUQzwkII/AAAAAAAAASM/oxsNLCuYvGE/s72-c/gadoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-218374495466648515</id><published>2009-08-05T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:30:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisotspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; have tag me as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted rgb(25, 25, 25); margin: 0.5em 0px 1.5em; padding-bottom: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Adalah baik sekiranya anda menulis 20 perkara yg org xtau semasa kecil anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dihujung entry, anda harus memilih 5 org utk ditag." (piece of cake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 -&lt;/span&gt; I had my first kiss when I was 6 years old.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Testosterone dah meluap-luap time ni&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 -&lt;/span&gt; Selalu kena buli oleh samseng Desa Baiduri,Asrul dan konco-konconya.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God forbid,dia hidup lagi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 -&lt;/span&gt; Aku suka main daun terup(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Family,Donkey&lt;/span&gt;) and I always win cos aku main tipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 -&lt;/span&gt; My mom was a teacher at the same school I attended(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pressure wok,everything kena perfect cos 'Anak Cikgu'&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 -&lt;/span&gt; Perempit sejati(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basikal je la&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 -&lt;/span&gt; Masa darjah 5~6,gaduh ngan Syafiq Zainal berebutkan Diyalisma.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's HOT okay?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 -&lt;/span&gt; Gaduh ngan member baik,Johori because of chocolate.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aduyai,aku dulu benda remeh pun nak gaduh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 -&lt;/span&gt; 1st porn exposure time kat rumah member.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumpah,malam tu tak leh tido,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NGERI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 -&lt;/span&gt; Pernah jatuh dalam longkang sampai pengsan kat Sunway.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I can remember is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 -&lt;/span&gt; Wakil sekolah Nasyid and Choral speaking.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but one time kena marah Cikgu cos aku pelat '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;',but now dah okay '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' aku,rrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 -&lt;/span&gt; Suka main &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAMIYA&lt;/span&gt;.Pegi flat polis main kat depan surau.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laju seyh keta aku dulu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 -&lt;/span&gt; Bilik aku pernah sekali penuh ngan rumput(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanx ye Lisa&lt;/span&gt;)terus aku report mak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 -&lt;/span&gt; Time puasa selalu makan curi-curi but kantoi because aku tak basuh balik pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 -&lt;/span&gt; Time darjah 3,my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;kena jentik oleh Hery Iswan and then aku nangis gegiler nye.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru sunat kot,ko tau tak sakit die camne?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 -&lt;/span&gt; Pengawas Pusat Sumber di SKDB,Pengawas Sekolah di Al-Mubaraqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 -&lt;/span&gt; Aku minat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUNDAM&lt;/span&gt;,sampai sekarang melekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Pernah kena lempang(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanpa belas kasihan&lt;/span&gt;) ngan Cikgu Asri because tendang botol kena kaki dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 -&lt;/span&gt; Pernah jual-jual kad nama yang 1 set RM3 tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 -&lt;/span&gt; List of people yg aku ada crush time kecik2 dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Naquiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Liza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Sarah Nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Laela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Diyalisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Hanis Hashim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Zalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc,etc,etc.....&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cho,bukan-bukan je aku dulu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 -&lt;/span&gt; Suka jalan-jalan kat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Convent Kajang&lt;/span&gt; cos my mom was once a teacher kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your dirty little secret's next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://malinot-malinorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alin Malinot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://fieqa90.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fieqa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justalittlebitfromme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jiha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://lalayawyaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://jemihatake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jemi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-218374495466648515?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/218374495466648515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisas-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/218374495466648515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/218374495466648515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisas-tag.html' title='Lisa&apos;s TAG'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1071365856328910524</id><published>2009-07-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:42:06.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smxp6MvE_YI/AAAAAAAAARE/PfphzwQt_r4/s1600-h/biase.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smxp6MvE_YI/AAAAAAAAARE/PfphzwQt_r4/s320/biase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777704863432066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;. I can't stand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovey dovey things start to wear me out.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone. And yes.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking me to places I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I let you in again?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; be there to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;It is so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get over it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; picture of you on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; mutual.&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond me and I can't carry this burden anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have problems even I can't picture.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't be close&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, I did not mean to hurt you before.&lt;br /&gt;Let the string unfold by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Let us find our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; way.&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/2699996718034473874-1071365856328910524?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1071365856328910524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1071365856328910524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1071365856328910524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smxp6MvE_YI/AAAAAAAAARE/PfphzwQt_r4/s72-c/biase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2637976934562792106</id><published>2009-07-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:36:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmask The Promise of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SmjsoZT9eVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/c8sbLYYVSgA/s1600-h/5734_130137069898_615379898_3143181_3410687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SmjsoZT9eVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/c8sbLYYVSgA/s320/5734_130137069898_615379898_3143181_3410687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361795535118104914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On 18th July,we were having a surprise 25th birthday party for our beloved friend,Michael (guy who drives RX-8). I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you. It was a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; blast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From Cheras, me and Luqman was forced to hitchhike a friend of mine to University Putra Station. From there, Aufa fetch us with Kak Fiza and straight to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station 1 &lt;/span&gt;at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jaya ONE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PJ.&lt;/span&gt; Arrived at 8pm. Then,we met others. Aizat,Kak Nadia, Uvais and the birthday boy himself. There were about a hundred of people who gathers to celebrate his birthday. Mingle is the definite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smjv96ufjAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XLGVj2jLKgs/s1600-h/5734_130664824898_615379898_3156510_3261142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smjv96ufjAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XLGVj2jLKgs/s320/5734_130664824898_615379898_3156510_3261142_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799203399896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theme for Michael's bash is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MASQUERADE MASK&lt;/span&gt;'. Since I haven't got cool mask,thanks to Amir who's promise was nothing good than a rotten meat, I wore a Masked Rider's Mask. Not any Masked Rider,it was Agito's. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yah,I know. It is lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj3Lo10spI/AAAAAAAAAPc/991Duz80dhY/s1600-h/5734_130136819898_615379898_3143138_5845640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj3Lo10spI/AAAAAAAAAPc/991Duz80dhY/s200/5734_130136819898_615379898_3143138_5845640_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361807135698367122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The event started at 8.3opm,first we fulfilled our obligation to the empty stomach. I eat like a horse,no kidding. We then been served by a promising videos of Michael. I'm telling you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;that man know how to live life&lt;/span&gt;. I knew Michael from my last trip to Pangkor, I was introduced to him by a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;He is a funny person with attitude that can motivate people. Not only motivate,but total change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael, I salute you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having one friend to celebrate your birthday is one thing,but hundred..?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you got an SMS from friends wishing you,the feeling was different. After the 'eating', the MC starts to break the ice. There was a lot people,I hardly recognize them by name. Fortunately,I was blessed with good memory or remembering faces. It does come handy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SmjypoRnSSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WvLlldavEFw/s1600-h/5734_130136864898_615379898_3143145_8024048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SmjypoRnSSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WvLlldavEFw/s320/5734_130136864898_615379898_3143145_8024048_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361802153384429858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lucky draw, and I didn't win. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S***,I do have bad lucks&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow in the process,I was called by the MC to perform on stages. There was a dance off,between me and others including Michael. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My luck started to turn over a new leaf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I danced my heart out that evening,Believe me, I did. I've never dance in front of crowd before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj-YMusfOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gWqRac3Oqz4/s1600-h/5734_130137039898_615379898_3143176_1623660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj-YMusfOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gWqRac3Oqz4/s200/5734_130137039898_615379898_3143176_1623660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361815048071970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was astounding. Yazid and me was in the final. Battling with Duke Andrew and Marquis Ulai. Who would have thought Ulai can dance. I knew I wouldn't. But dance of the night goes to Eunice. Michael's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. They were dancing like scenes from movies such as Dirty Dancing, Shall We Dance etc,etc. The crowds cheering for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night's not over yet, a silat performance by UM's student who I believe friends of Michael because he has studied there before but it&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj65p_Q2GI/AAAAAAAAAPk/twnmtHneDM4/s1600-h/5734_130149834898_615379898_3143444_7771123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj65p_Q2GI/AAAAAAAAAPk/twnmtHneDM4/s200/5734_130149834898_615379898_3143444_7771123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361811224815261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was an assumption made entirely by me.&lt;br /&gt;Shahir have to wear this cool outfit in a perfomance. He wears Spidey outfit.&lt;br /&gt;A catwalk by them in this totally outrages outfit/costumes. Even Tariq who's in the Batman suits got spank by the 'dirty' Catwoman. It was outrages. I was screaming,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whip me please!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Almost turn me on. LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj7rzMatvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UwFjwQV0dIQ/s1600-h/6774_131789559898_615379898_3179322_1349223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj7rzMatvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UwFjwQV0dIQ/s200/6774_131789559898_615379898_3179322_1349223_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361812086279812850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Iz who's from Perak perform that night. He is terrific with guitar,during his perfomance he sang Kristal's song. I can't recall the title of that song because I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; support local act,remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj9D0Del4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/tcn9uNT66zc/s1600-h/5734_130137074898_615379898_3143182_7235421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj9D0Del4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/tcn9uNT66zc/s320/5734_130137074898_615379898_3143182_7235421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361813598339241858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the night ends,Michelle and Eunice bring a cake and it was extremely delicious. Everyone was cheering for him and he started to share his personal experiences. After that we started to take pictures. The night's still young,we started to sit at the curbside and chat. Most of them aren't local. Mostly student who's studied far. This is worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj_uCXdaMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0riWVqkvhco/s1600-h/5734_130149929898_615379898_3143459_6568300_n.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Smj_uCXdaMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0riWVqkvhco/s320/5734_130149929898_615379898_3143459_6568300_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361816522758908098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2699996718034473874-2637976934562792106?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2637976934562792106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/unmask-promise-of-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2637976934562792106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2637976934562792106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/unmask-promise-of-tomorrow.html' title='Unmask The Promise of Tomorrow'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SmjsoZT9eVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/c8sbLYYVSgA/s72-c/5734_130137069898_615379898_3143181_3410687_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7979979074902399274</id><published>2009-07-14T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:06:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Routine</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it's over. My semester break has come to an end. Haven't done anything memorable act during my break. My pledge has been washed down the drain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F***&lt;/span&gt;. Then again I have met new people. That's the best thing,meeting new people. Networking is definitely my favorite act. Got back to college and registered. What a relief,my result isn't bad as I thought before. *reality checks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new semester I have made my resolution,can't tell you that cause it won't happen if it is told. As time flows,I wondered,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been in this college for 1 and a half year now. Dah nak abis dah&lt;/span&gt;.".I haven't achieved anything yet. I was ask by my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;:Awek ko mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Haha,I fly solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;:Takda awek?(while her hands showing the L sign),LOSER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Wtf?Haha,haven't thought about it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me requish the sign of my existance in this world as someone with vision and drive. I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-7979979074902399274?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7979979074902399274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/nerdy-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7979979074902399274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7979979074902399274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/nerdy-routine.html' title='Nerdy Routine'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2042465144201658653</id><published>2009-06-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:52:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2TNIk1d_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n3QJOl3nofA/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2TNIk1d_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n3QJOl3nofA/s320/u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349593786235582450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we went out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOYS ONLY&lt;/span&gt;. We went to Kajang for a sight seeing. Stress has been built since we are in examination mode. Releasing stress by doing some extra mingle.  We ought to rent a van because the more the the merrier. The dress code was like prom. Wear formal shirts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh,I hate it&lt;/span&gt;. We took off from college at 6 and wait for others at KFC Kajang. While waiting for others we went sight seeing around Metro Point Kajang. I have lived in Kajang before. When I was younger,about 8 I moved to Cheras. Kajang has changed a lot. Even the field in front of my old house has been turn into HIGHWAY. I can't even recognise my elementary school,SK Kajang. My kindergarten,Holy Family Kindergarten. I used to run in the church playing hide and seek. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG,I missed those moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After others came,we went sight seeing across Kajang from Sungai Ramal to Bukit Mewah,searching for beautiful lost soul and believe me,Kajang is full of it. Went for dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sala Thai&lt;/span&gt;.The meal was superb. Argueing with Hakeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2YPoN5b6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tEyivc3fnKs/s1600-h/DSC04065.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2YPoN5b6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tEyivc3fnKs/s320/DSC04065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349599326647185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hakeem&lt;/span&gt;:Apsal ko bwat muka comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Ouh,tak boleh ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hakeem&lt;/span&gt;:Tak boleh doe.Muka aku dah abis garang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Haha,okay.Again,tak abis nye kodak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SNAP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2ZizmW3qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xObR3wi6q_o/s1600-h/DSC04066.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/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2ZizmW3qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xObR3wi6q_o/s320/DSC04066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349600755631709858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the quest across Kajang, we went to eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. This time at a mamak restaurant,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AYZA&lt;/span&gt;. The food was quite fair. Taking pictures and then went home at 3. That is how to release stress according to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR WAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2042465144201658653?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2042465144201658653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2042465144201658653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2042465144201658653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-night-out.html' title='Boys Night Out'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sj2TNIk1d_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n3QJOl3nofA/s72-c/u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8786905854195439077</id><published>2009-06-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:45:24.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SjcvBsnbEPI/AAAAAAAAANc/7aQ931FYw6o/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SjcvBsnbEPI/AAAAAAAAANc/7aQ931FYw6o/s320/award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347794788728639730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rules and regulations&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Copy badge "2009 Cute's 3logger Award" untuk diletakkan di blog anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sekeping potongan kek,haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Link/ceritakan kembali siapa yang memberikan award ini kepada anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malinot-malinorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never met her,but she sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend to a friend of mine,Amirah.&lt;br /&gt;She is friendly giler2.Testimonial by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jiha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Setiap blogger mesti menyatakan 10 fakta/hobi diri sendiri sebelum memilih penerima award seterusnya (anda di-tag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hobi saya..?&lt;br /&gt;- futsal&lt;br /&gt;- shopping&lt;br /&gt;- eating&lt;br /&gt;- movies&lt;br /&gt;- etc,etc,etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of people that I tag,my beloved followers/readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8786905854195439077?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8786905854195439077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8786905854195439077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8786905854195439077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SjcvBsnbEPI/AAAAAAAAANc/7aQ931FYw6o/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8912216965336773775</id><published>2009-05-31T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:24:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken</title><content type='html'>The &lt;FONT color="#ff00ff"&gt;Pink Kebaya Girl&lt;/FONT&gt;'s name wasn't Nad. I have met this Nad. Well haven't met in person yet,just a glimpse of her. Her name was Nadzeerah,correct me if I'm wrong. I saw her at the foodcourt,and she isn't the girl I was looking. Though I got to admit that she's ridiculously &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8912216965336773775?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8912216965336773775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistaken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8912216965336773775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8912216965336773775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistaken.html' title='Mistaken'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2560016924754662635</id><published>2009-05-31T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:15:10.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing Every Moment With Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJaO5E_A8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rsjbkeD39bI/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJaO5E_A8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rsjbkeD39bI/s320/jj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341931319901225922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Saturday I went out. It was special cause I went out with my mom and my younger brother. We went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night At The Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJcq6ROzqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5bvFbiA8b0g/s1600-h/natm2-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJcq6ROzqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5bvFbiA8b0g/s200/natm2-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341934000280620706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have watched it before but it is not a crime to watch it twice right? The same all story regarding Larry so on and so forth. The Pharaoh elder brother &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sumpah kelakar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt; Kahmunrah if I'm not mistaken. But,this post is not about how good the movie was. There's story I like to share with all of you. I'm still in the mood of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;,so bear with me &lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;please&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sebenarnya aku dah lama tak balik rumah. Sumpah lama,aku tak tipu&lt;/span&gt;. Just last Thursday after playing futsal,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;,Mirul and Hafiz had a conversation about chicks. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sumpah,kalau cerita pasal topik lain mesti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tup-tup&lt;/span&gt; ending &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dia pasal awek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;Sorry,but boys will always be boys.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mirul&lt;/span&gt;:Weyh,aku dah lama giler tak makan nasi. Asyik maggi je,susah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;:A'ah doe. Bila MARA nak masuk ni. Aku dah kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Tahu takpa. Korang perasan tak nasi yang kat kedai masak tak sama ngan nasi masakan mak korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mirul&lt;/span&gt;:Ki***,ko buat aku nak balik KL la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I decided to go back to KL and back home. I miss her more than ever. I was told by one of my friend who recently lost his father due to illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"&lt;FONT color="#3366ff"&gt;Tiap apa benda yang parent ko mintak,fikirkannya sebagai permintaan terakhir diorang&lt;/FONT&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho,I was touched by that statement.I never thought of it before. If I said that a photo can say a thousand things,would you believe in that?&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ cause this photo only means one thing &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mother's Love Knows No Boundaries&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJlTMZp_6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/mteLZ_UaaLg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJlTMZp_6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/mteLZ_UaaLg/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341943488435584930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agreed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2560016924754662635?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2560016924754662635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/cherishing-every-moment-with-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2560016924754662635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2560016924754662635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/cherishing-every-moment-with-her.html' title='Cherishing Every Moment With Her'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SiJaO5E_A8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rsjbkeD39bI/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4279175262786455544</id><published>2009-05-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:33:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noma menge-Tag Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/ShTjeIJMq8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4nrrvaVDhv8/s1600-h/award-dari_PA%2Bcapiqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/ShTjeIJMq8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4nrrvaVDhv8/s320/award-dari_PA%2Bcapiqa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338141565062523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;1- Copy Award Diatas Untuk Diletakkan Di Blog Anda&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,xde la susah mana nak copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;2-Nyatakan 5 Fakta Menarik Tentang Si Pemberi Award Ini&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Blog die best&lt;br /&gt;* Muka agak muda but  tak sangka lebih tua dari saya&lt;br /&gt;* Tersangat la baik and suka tolong orang(terima kasih cos selalu bagi pinjam duit)&lt;br /&gt;* Mungkin boleh jadi seorang ibu yang baik,haha&lt;br /&gt;* Happening kalau hang out ngan dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;3-Setiap Blogger Mestilah Menyatakan 10 Fakta Atau Hobi Diri Sendiri Sebelum Memilih Penerima Award Seterusnya&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love to shop&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't draw(tangan macam kayu)&lt;br /&gt;3. Suka dengar lagu&lt;br /&gt;4. Kuat tidur&lt;br /&gt;5. Love networking&lt;br /&gt;6. A chocolate addict&lt;br /&gt;7. Agak pemalu bila first time jumpa&lt;br /&gt;8. Masih mencari(haha)&lt;br /&gt;9. Love taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;10.Aaaaa,suka main bola sepak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;4-Anda Perlu Memilih 10 Penerima Award Seterusnya Dan Describe Tentang Mereka&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adli~lama x dgr cite die&lt;br /&gt;2. Alin Malinot~she sounds great&lt;br /&gt;3. Syabil~mamat cool yg menghilangkn diri,haha&lt;br /&gt;4. Jiha~skandal lama yang dah lost contact,haha&lt;br /&gt;5. Lala~isteri pertama ku,haha&lt;br /&gt;6. Fieqa~nak dengar cite from her point of view lak&lt;br /&gt;7. Indera~baru kenal ikut Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;"Tak cukup sepuluh? Lantakla,aku x reti mengira."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4279175262786455544?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4279175262786455544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/noma-menge-tag-saya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4279175262786455544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4279175262786455544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/noma-menge-tag-saya.html' title='Noma menge-Tag Saya'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/ShTjeIJMq8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4nrrvaVDhv8/s72-c/award-dari_PA%2Bcapiqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3859014015047093103</id><published>2009-05-12T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:15:08.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NewsFlash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgpVZn9oS8I/AAAAAAAAAME/mxAOtIFMQtg/s1600-h/newsflash_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgpVZn9oS8I/AAAAAAAAAME/mxAOtIFMQtg/s320/newsflash_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335170607286340546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;FONT color="#ff00ff"&gt;Pink Kebaya Girl&lt;/FONT&gt;'.The quest is still on. I just need to know her name. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chill la,one step at a time&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;While I was killing my spare time with friends of mine. I asked them about her. One of them told me that her name is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not not if he was joking or not and it is not even confirmed yet whether her name is really Nad. But,if it is true. Then I'm pretty &lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-3859014015047093103?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3859014015047093103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/newsflash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3859014015047093103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3859014015047093103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/newsflash.html' title='NewsFlash'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgpVZn9oS8I/AAAAAAAAAME/mxAOtIFMQtg/s72-c/newsflash_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8378247580419541815</id><published>2009-05-09T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:45:02.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Serenade of Mine</title><content type='html'>She's the one who hold my hands into the night&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who make it all better&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who reads me stories and sings me lullaby&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who deserves all the good thing in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to be the person you would proud of&lt;br /&gt;I just can't picture myself without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I have been the black sheep of the family&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who welcome me with smiles that &lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;warmth&lt;/FONT&gt; my heart&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever in your debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I put &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt; in words&lt;br /&gt;In all of creation&lt;br /&gt;All things great and small&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that surpasses them all&lt;br /&gt;Being with you completed my quest.&lt;P align="center"&gt;"&lt;FONT color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;FONT size="4"&gt;Mak,Selamat Hari Ibu.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgXyqDkGBQI/AAAAAAAAALc/CzagWFZd7KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgXyqDkGBQI/AAAAAAAAALc/CzagWFZd7KQ/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333936138015343874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8378247580419541815?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8378247580419541815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-serenade-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8378247580419541815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8378247580419541815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-serenade-of-mine.html' title='A Little Serenade of Mine'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SgXyqDkGBQI/AAAAAAAAALc/CzagWFZd7KQ/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-8479278065755537998</id><published>2009-05-08T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:04:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One That Flew Away</title><content type='html'>Today I saw someone that I could not forget. She was wearing 'Pink Kebaya'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"Since I do not know her name,let's call her '&lt;FONT color="#ff00ff"&gt;Pink Kebaya Girl&lt;/FONT&gt;'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by one of my friends saying that she is new to the college. She's just registered last fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a cute face with a dip of Chinese look. She has her hair &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;FONT color="#ff0000"&gt;Take note girls&lt;/FONT&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;She was standing in a line at ATM machine with a couple of her friend. There was I stood like an idiot looking at her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;secara curi-curi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(like back in high school). Foolish of me to not ask her name or even her phone number. I let another chance slip by again. Next time it will be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-8479278065755537998?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8479278065755537998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-that-flew-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8479278065755537998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/8479278065755537998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-that-flew-away.html' title='The One That Flew Away'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1782403977809358975</id><published>2009-04-21T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:56:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You F***ing Kidding Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Se4hOGQQwWI/AAAAAAAAALE/nsUxzLR7ZXs/s1600-h/msj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Se4hOGQQwWI/AAAAAAAAALE/nsUxzLR7ZXs/s400/msj.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327231935306580322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,I laugh out loud when I see his profile. I don't have anything against you but please. Hide your religion,you're making me burst out laughing. These are signs to know whether your husband is gay. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; You come home to find him handling the gardener's hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; On your wedding day,you wore the same dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; His favourite magazine,"Goumet" and "Honcho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Your name is Siti--name he calls out during sex:Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Constantly leaving the toilet's seat down,am I right, girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Bumper sticker reads: "I'd rather be having sex with dudes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; During "Brokeback Mountain", he mumbles,"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it didn't happen exactly like that.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; At your sister's wedding reception,he caught the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Yells,"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honey,I'm home after a long day of gay sex!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Says he got rear-ended but the car looks fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-1782403977809358975?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1782403977809358975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-should-be-funny-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1782403977809358975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1782403977809358975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-should-be-funny-but.html' title='Are You F***ing Kidding Me???'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Se4hOGQQwWI/AAAAAAAAALE/nsUxzLR7ZXs/s72-c/msj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1794853071749234789</id><published>2009-04-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:54:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly Active</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,sorry. Haven't updated my blog since like FOREVER. I'm a bit busy with my life. &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Current mood : ACTIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; KL. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dengan misi dan harapan yang besar&lt;/span&gt;. Persuade my Dad to buy me self a futsal shoes. I'm currently having financial problem(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;orang pinjam duit,lambat bayar&lt;/span&gt;). I arrived home on Saturday,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tup-tup&lt;/span&gt; Kak Maznah was there. She's getting married soon(CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY) and asking for help from my parent(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jamuan&lt;/span&gt;,invitation cards etc). Anyway,on Saturday me and my Dad went to SACC Shah Alam looking for shoes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sesampai terus menjengah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Al-Ikhsan&lt;/span&gt;. There it is. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adidas ABSOLADO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Bloody hell,kasut futsal paling smart penah aku jumpa&lt;/span&gt;. The price was RM239."Emm,reasonable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,there's no stock for it. They have size range from 8 till 10 only. F***,I'm dissapointed. Went home and went to Bangi's Al_Ikhsan store and looking for that GodDAmn shoes and found one.Again,&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAKDE SIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bomb has gone down directly on me. I can't complain. I can't do anything about it. F*** it,bought myself a NIKE shoe instead.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SetA6H_VIOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7U0XD-ckN1I/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SetA6H_VIOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7U0XD-ckN1I/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422351617007842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-1794853071749234789?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1794853071749234789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprisingly-active.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1794853071749234789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1794853071749234789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprisingly-active.html' title='Surprisingly Active'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SetA6H_VIOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7U0XD-ckN1I/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2884446352814713395</id><published>2009-03-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:50:39.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tercapai Sudah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Benda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; yang aku dambakan selama ini berjaya dimiliki. Setelah bersusah-payah untuk beberapa bulan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ses4XlyzXZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MCwRvmQISHM/s1600-h/nokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ses4XlyzXZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MCwRvmQISHM/s200/nokia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326412962229083538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanted since the first day I saw the commercial "Pump up the volume,pump up the volume(it's theme song). So I start &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ikat perut&lt;/span&gt; and save money like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gegiler punyer&lt;/span&gt;. It cost me more than a thousand ringgit,but then again it worth every cent of it. With latest applications and functions. Have Wifi and it is called 'IPhone Killer' by some phone magazine. And the quality of the sound,pergh. Crystal Clear. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Belila,aku memang sokong korang beli ni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Am I satisfied with it?&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"AKU PUAS."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2884446352814713395?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2884446352814713395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tercapai-sudah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2884446352814713395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2884446352814713395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tercapai-sudah.html' title='Tercapai Sudah'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Ses4XlyzXZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MCwRvmQISHM/s72-c/nokia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-542549902160436068</id><published>2009-03-24T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:48:39.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by LALA</title><content type='html'>1) What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Money,other than that friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My God,haven't thought about that yet.Emm,don't know&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haha,obviously not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's confidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Restoran Sri Ampang,KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot Magazine,Issue 118.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muhammad Muzakkir Syah bin Mohd Khalil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Both of them,can't actually picture me without them by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A lot la,can I put a list of them?&lt;br /&gt;- Nur Akmalis (know her from MySpace,called before,and she sounds nice)&lt;br /&gt;- Adam Mukhriz (adore rambut die sesangat)&lt;br /&gt;- Aliph J (his blog is the best)&lt;br /&gt;- Chin (friend of Ady,she sounds fun)&lt;br /&gt;- Jim Sturgess&lt;br /&gt;There is a few more actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Christina or Britney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Britney!!!She is one hot mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aaa,I'm using washing machine.Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;StripHouse? Wait,I want to go to Hugh Hefner's house.Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How about kneeling and snogging. That sounds a lot more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) 8 things I am passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Babes&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Fashions&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Gadgets&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) 8 things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF??&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;WTH??&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sarcastic,I hurt people's feelings.BOO HOO.Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;That all I can remember &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la.Apa yg aku cakap semasa separa sedar&lt;/span&gt;,only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) 8 books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have only read two books,Twilight and A Walk to Remember(thanx Pidot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) 8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Staring At The Sun by Rooster&lt;br /&gt;Something by Jim Sturgess&lt;br /&gt;Hold On by Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;The Fear by Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;About A Girl by The Academy Is&lt;br /&gt;Rainism by Rain(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dance step die aku dah hafal&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;Love Sick by FT Island&lt;br /&gt;After Love by FT Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) 8 things I learned last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;- Lecturers have dark side of them&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Jangan buat&lt;/span&gt; assignment last minute&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perempuan berambut pendek tersangat la comel&lt;/span&gt;(I adore them,okay)&lt;br /&gt;- My family are the best&lt;br /&gt;- Save &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;duitla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Ady&lt;br /&gt;- Syabil&lt;br /&gt;- Aliph&lt;br /&gt;- Alin&lt;br /&gt;- Noma&lt;br /&gt;- EilaZila&lt;br /&gt;- Firdaus Tajuddin&lt;br /&gt;- Kak Mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-542549902160436068?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/542549902160436068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-lala.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/542549902160436068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/542549902160436068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-lala.html' title='Tagged by LALA'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4486134269053384707</id><published>2009-03-23T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:10:39.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Shariff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sced8FOLySI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5OiU51F-Dms/s1600-h/klcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sced8FOLySI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5OiU51F-Dms/s400/klcc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316391540653541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to KLCC. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nak sambut pemergian Shariff dari kolej tercinta. Shariff nak berenti belajar cos dia nak fokus pada bisnes dia. Sekarang dia dah&lt;/span&gt; start &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;main saham. Yang pasti kitorang akan merindui kereta Viva dia lebih dari kitorang&lt;/span&gt; miss&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kan dia sendiri.(Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perkara yang menakjubkan semalam ialah kitorang dapat buat Ijat keluar dari rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. Bukan senang nak pujuk dia ni keluar. Nak ajak&lt;/span&gt; lunch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pun suruh orang tapau&lt;/span&gt;. But the man of the hour &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;semalam Shariff la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll be missing your curses la,haha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Semalam&lt;/span&gt;,I was planning in buying a cellphone but then again I don't have enough money. So I have to hold my need for a couple of days &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. IPhone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pun dah keluar&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a bit torn,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tak tau nak beli&lt;/span&gt; which one. IPhone or Nokia 5800 Express Music or Nokia N97. Any opinion???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/ScekGjvJRsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y2mhDBBTFks/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/ScekGjvJRsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y2mhDBBTFks/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316398317713311426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4486134269053384707?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4486134269053384707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell-shariff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4486134269053384707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4486134269053384707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell-shariff.html' title='Farewell Shariff'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sced8FOLySI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5OiU51F-Dms/s72-c/klcc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3030633532915024495</id><published>2009-03-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:14:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortoise ke Turtle???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceYh283dfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/omJfj8frNy0/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceYh283dfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/omJfj8frNy0/s320/turtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385592588072434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought an animal(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kura-kura ke labi-labi,aku pun tak tau sebenarnya). Kalau tak silap jantan&lt;/span&gt;. Any suggestion &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tuk nama kan dia..?&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan nak panggil dia kura-kura je. Kalau ada&lt;/span&gt; suggestion &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tuk nama,komen je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-3030633532915024495?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3030633532915024495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tortoise-ke-turtle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3030633532915024495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3030633532915024495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tortoise-ke-turtle.html' title='Tortoise ke Turtle???'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceYh283dfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/omJfj8frNy0/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2881633837839412710</id><published>2009-03-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:09:55.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka Me Ha Me Ha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceO03uCKfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l8rbPaTzlAI/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceO03uCKfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l8rbPaTzlAI/s320/jj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316374924095531506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the first time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku naik bas kolej ke&lt;/span&gt; Jusco Seremban 2. It was quite okay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing much to expect from it. Aku,Amin,Azhar,Hafiz,Mirul and Lisma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;je yang keluar&lt;/span&gt; that day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cadang nak tengok wayang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kesian kepada mereka yang kena halau dari bas kerana tak cukup&lt;/span&gt; seat. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nasib baik ak bangun awal dapat la &lt;/span&gt;1 seat specially for me. At that time I was loaded,(thank God). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sesampai je kitorang terus cari tempat makan&lt;/span&gt;(I was starving&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;). KFC was the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kitorang&lt;/span&gt; went straight to the ticket counter. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cadang nak tengok&lt;/span&gt; Watchmen,but the ticketeer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tu cakap&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ticketeer&lt;/span&gt;:Betul dik.Cite ni banyak cakap. Dragon Ball lebih banyak aksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt;:Seriousla. Betul ke. Kalau camtu bagi Dragon Ball 6 ye. Seat nak dekat-dekat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceTEAuYMVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_QJHxOJZVU8/s1600-h/dragon-ball-evolution-f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceTEAuYMVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_QJHxOJZVU8/s200/dragon-ball-evolution-f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316379582257443154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The story line was quite okay. But the script,HAMPEH!!! As a die hard fan of Dragon Ball,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku berasa sungguh kecewa&lt;/span&gt;.(Terima Kasih ye Barat). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Die punye &lt;/span&gt;jokes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;buleh la buat aku gelak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ada satu&lt;/span&gt; scene &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tu die sebut pasal&lt;/span&gt; Planet Nameck. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagi aku benda tu sangatla kelakar. Aku gelak sengsorang dalam wayang tu. Segan nye&lt;/span&gt;,only God knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wards, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kitorang berangkat pulang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aku ada gak la beli&lt;/span&gt; some stuff. I bought Broadband Modem. Celcom,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pelan yang paling murah je. Maklum la,saya kan pelajar kolej swasta,duit pakai banyak&lt;/span&gt;. We went home by college bus and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; two girls &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ni yang membawa pulang&lt;/span&gt; Big Apple &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nyer donat. Bau penuh satu bas&lt;/span&gt;,and at that time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kami tersanagtla lapar&lt;/span&gt;. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2881633837839412710?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2881633837839412710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ka-me-ha-me-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2881633837839412710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2881633837839412710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ka-me-ha-me-ha.html' title='Ka Me Ha Me Ha!!!'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SceO03uCKfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/l8rbPaTzlAI/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-76629575788708605</id><published>2009-03-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:12:44.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Tag EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello,ak dpt tag dri &lt;a href="http://lalayawyaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;LALA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;First time lak tu. So ak xtau nak wat ape.&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.buat senarai apa yang anda mahu untuk hari jadi anda&lt;br /&gt;2.senarai tuh mesti dalam 10 angka&lt;br /&gt;3.pastu berikan pada 10 orang kawan anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,my birthday dah lepas but it's okay la klu nak bagi awal for next year. Okay,this is my wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfujwF_liI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mbcfNirAL6U/s1600-h/nokia-5800-and-plectrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfujwF_liI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mbcfNirAL6U/s200/nokia-5800-and-plectrum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311976583479662114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Nokia 5800 Express Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfvXMZ2rcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/st2cPZ1Nq78/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfvXMZ2rcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/st2cPZ1Nq78/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311977467252485570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Mazda RX8&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(ape-ape jenis kenderaan beroda empat pun takpe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfwDXGKFFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sYkjPbQv4ZI/s1600-h/11518511890463bgB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfwDXGKFFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sYkjPbQv4ZI/s200/11518511890463bgB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978226036905042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Natsumi Okumura(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KAWAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfxGS6QbhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVDtbKTXax8/s1600-h/hugo%2Bboss%2Bselection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfxGS6QbhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVDtbKTXax8/s200/hugo%2Bboss%2Bselection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979375964483090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Hugo Boss SELECTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfxmscdDwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ekm-wma5koo/s1600-h/31K0jx1LuFL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfxmscdDwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ekm-wma5koo/s200/31K0jx1LuFL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979932574617346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Armani Exchange Modern Blazer(muat ke? Xkira nak gak!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,that's all what I wish for. Happy family and more friends also. Haha,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tak cukup sepuluh,lantak la. Aku tak reti mengira&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm,who should I tag next. I know.&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my beloved followers,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You've been Tagged&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/2699996718034473874-76629575788708605?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/76629575788708605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-tag-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/76629575788708605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/76629575788708605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-tag-ever.html' title='1st Tag EVER!!!'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfujwF_liI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mbcfNirAL6U/s72-c/nokia-5800-and-plectrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-314266454536164396</id><published>2009-03-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:54:48.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starts of New Semester,Fresh And Juicy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfpnmCg-NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NV0gukAdIAc/s1600-h/blog+reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfpnmCg-NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NV0gukAdIAc/s320/blog+reg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311971151942056146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester has started, and my last sem pointer was above the average. "CONGRATS TO ME". This sem, I have 5 subjects,all of them are '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;killer subject&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Subjek yang senang bwat ko gagal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-: Statistics And Probabilities&lt;br /&gt;-: Technical English&lt;br /&gt;-: Engineering Drawings&lt;br /&gt;-: Dynamics&lt;br /&gt;-: Material Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that I have to suffer for a few month of countless assignments and test. Pergh,bosan siot. No more onlining,not stop entirely la, but I have to reduce the tendency of using internet. Got to be busy now. Blog maybe akan selalu lambat update. Sorry sesangat.&lt;br /&gt;Now times to transform. &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;"CHANGE to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GEEK&lt;/span&gt; Mode"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfseIlOFOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F6J32zsPw5M/s1600-h/magicalschoolsux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfseIlOFOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F6J32zsPw5M/s320/magicalschoolsux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311974287950615778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;Setuju sesangat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-314266454536164396?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/314266454536164396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/starts-of-new-semesterfresh-and-juicy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/314266454536164396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/314266454536164396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/starts-of-new-semesterfresh-and-juicy.html' title='Starts of New Semester,Fresh And Juicy'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SbfpnmCg-NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NV0gukAdIAc/s72-c/blog+reg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-7184679097204652864</id><published>2009-03-03T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:26:44.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Different In So Many Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0PUO53NYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aUfGh_FH_sk/s1600-h/berbeza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0PUO53NYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aUfGh_FH_sk/s400/berbeza1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308916376012273026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this post aku nak menceritakan passal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perbezaan&lt;/span&gt; aku dan adik aku.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Muhammad Raffiq&lt;/span&gt;. Disebabkan aku dah lama gile tak balik rumah(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a'ah aku memang tak suka balik umah&lt;/span&gt;)aku tengok adik aku dah lain.Seriously. One thing for sure die dah semakin tinggi(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha,bolehla zaman ko dah ada Appeton TeenGrow&lt;/span&gt;). Dulu aku boleh ketuk2 kepala die,skang ni agk susahla.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara die pun dah berubah. Footbal skills die dah meningkat,(dah boleh rampas bola dari aku),jerawat pun sudah ada(it's okay,later I'll teach him how to groom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia ni pelik skit in a good way,maybe because of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Discovery Channel&lt;/span&gt; ke ap ke aku pun tak tau. He's into Physic and Mathematics big time. Aku dulu pun tak camtu. Tapi die ni memang pandai dari akula(I think,cos aku tak penah lagi berlawan IQ ngan die,hopefully aku menang),now he's studying at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Bandar Tun Hussein Onn 2&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully,he will turn out to be okay in the future. Cos nowadays,social skills is as much as important as academic. Last semester break aku balik umah bolehla berborak ngan die pasal 'Chicas',keta,bola,dance(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ouh,he's a shuffler btw&lt;/span&gt;). Ko dah cukup umur nanti aku bawak ko merata kelab. Tapi takpe,aku lebih bergaya,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0Sg4YXNQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5_D-YAL4xuY/s1600-h/berbeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0Sg4YXNQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5_D-YAL4xuY/s400/berbeza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919891839366402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-7184679097204652864?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7184679097204652864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-different-in-so-many-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7184679097204652864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/7184679097204652864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-different-in-so-many-ways.html' title='We&apos;re Different In So Many Ways'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0PUO53NYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aUfGh_FH_sk/s72-c/berbeza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2911411666962956166</id><published>2009-03-03T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:28:39.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenduri Kendara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0JSNCsydI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KKMtWAl8QbA/s1600-h/mps+seremban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0JSNCsydI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KKMtWAl8QbA/s400/mps+seremban.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308909744082962898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunday,1st March&lt;/span&gt;- Hari ni pergi kenduri kahwin sedara. Tiada apa yang menarik pun cume kenduri ni agak jauh la. Diorang buat kat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dewan Majlis Perbandaran Seremban&lt;/span&gt;. Pengantin perempuan asal Seremban kot cos setahu aku pengantin lelaki orang Perak. Anyway,aku memang malas nak pegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Malas la nak pegi,dahla jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;:Kang kau kahwin takde sapa nak datang,mak tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huish,sounds threatening&lt;/span&gt;. Yela,yela orang ikut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoyai,meaning that marriage is something that you hope people would return your favor. In this context means,kalau &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku pegi kenduri ko,ko kena datang kenduri aku nanti&lt;/span&gt;. Waa,sounds fairla,really I don't mind,haha. Aku &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; konsep ini.&lt;br /&gt;Then after majlis itu,my parent send me back to hostel. Yes,aku dah kembali ke kolej. Bolehla aku menatap buku after few weeks menatap kaca TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2911411666962956166?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2911411666962956166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/kenduri-kendara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2911411666962956166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2911411666962956166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/kenduri-kendara.html' title='Kenduri Kendara'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0JSNCsydI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KKMtWAl8QbA/s72-c/mps+seremban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2704551261115293050</id><published>2009-03-03T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:37:34.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0GNMpmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xzZ8vpj5g6E/s1600-h/250220091991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0GNMpmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xzZ8vpj5g6E/s400/250220091991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308906359543459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wednesday,25th Feb&lt;/span&gt;- Yeah,today's my father's birhday. Ingat nak gi buat surprise kat die. Bawak kek,and then pegi gerai die buat surprise.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,and for those yang tak tau. My dad baru bukak kedai makan. Bebetul dekat ngan area umah aku. There's a range of food, thai food,western and local.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak harga murah cakap la korang kenal aku,haha(buleh dapat ke). Eceh,promote kedai dia lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,yang plan nak surprise tak jadi cos everyone was tired espcially me nak menuggu sampai pukul 12,huhu(sorry dad). Last-last, sume bangun awal keesokkannya nak wish and celebrate his birthday before he went to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0HbeVqUwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/co5Cq1t2O_U/s1600-h/gerai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0HbeVqUwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/co5Cq1t2O_U/s400/gerai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308907704321463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2704551261115293050?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2704551261115293050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2704551261115293050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2704551261115293050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!!'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/Sa0GNMpmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xzZ8vpj5g6E/s72-c/250220091991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1450494595796735421</id><published>2009-02-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:50:44.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Before You Leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZb-7683A9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iSsnVllns-o/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZb-7683A9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iSsnVllns-o/s400/v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302705916665594834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah,comes that time of the year again. Valentine's Day. This year would be my first Valentine without anyone besides me. &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Mak,nak ikut Wan jejalan tak? Wan drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;: Ape hantu masuk ko ni nak bawak mak jalan-jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ala,Valentine. Jomla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;: Tanya ayah ko dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation I have with her on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoyai,luckily I wasn't home. I stayed back at the hostel and went outing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. This year is totally awkwardla. Last year I'm with someone,last two years pun with someone. This year is 'peculiar'(ha,boleh ke aku pakai ayat tu??). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I concerned, I think I'll be out of '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;' for a long time. Why? The last girl I've been with,she thought me some valuable lessons. I treasure that.(Thanks ye)&lt;br /&gt;And,I won't be surprised if she's back in dating with someone else. She deserves someone better than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Look before you leap&lt;/span&gt;. Ever heard that before? But in my case,it is more to "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Think Before Declaring&lt;/span&gt;". I was naive back then, not thinking about the consequences of me being with her. Yeah,sure first few month I am in heaven. I won't be wishing to be somewhere else without her. But now,things change, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; see clearly now. This the best option &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I chose. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Separate Ways&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-1450494595796735421?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1450494595796735421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-before-you-leap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1450494595796735421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1450494595796735421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-before-you-leap.html' title='Look Before You Leap'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZb-7683A9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iSsnVllns-o/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-648011078119914187</id><published>2009-02-13T10:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:26:46.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Shores = Tepi Pantai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW9lDeSChI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MqSK7T33ZTg/s1600-h/pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW9lDeSChI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MqSK7T33ZTg/s400/pd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302352580583754258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni pegi laut. Woohoo,ada makan-makan disana yang diwajibkan pergi. Dak-dak sini ramaila jugak yang pegi. Naik keta je dah berapa buah. Tu belum kira yang pegi naik motor. Huh,excited giler nak jumpa '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sedara-mara&lt;/span&gt;'. Bukan senang nak berkumpul camni. They all busy with their own life kan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ngan memember yang lain gerak satu keta. Singgah Terminal One Seremban jap,amik Bard. Rindu giler ngan ko. Suruh datang taknak. Hakeem pun ade kat situ. Dia baru balik dari hospital teman member dia kat situ. Moga-moga dia okay.Amin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZXB5Q_CumI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YTrcQhBu2oU/s1600-h/pd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZXB5Q_CumI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YTrcQhBu2oU/s320/pd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302357325854718562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for others to arrive,kitorang ber'pitcha'. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosan kot menunggu orang. The thing I hate the most is menunggu orang. Dahla time consuming."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weyh,masa aku bukan emas la. But gems tau&lt;/span&gt;". Time ni la kitaorang bwat self reflection kat diri masing-masing. Catch up balik ngan Bard. Die dahla jarang ada. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orang lain duk risau pasal ko la&lt;/span&gt;. Tup-tup Kecik ngan Ayep datang ngan MYvi. Mirul sampai ngan Kancil dia. Kitorang sume dah berkumpul, and then gerak konvoi. Chubby ni cam tak sedar ni keta sewa,dia bulehlak tekan minyak cam nak race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz dah menjerit&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seringgit,dua ringgit,tiga ringgit&lt;/span&gt;" tiap kali Chubby tekan minyak nak cucuk angin. Mengingatkan Chubby berapa nilai minyak yang terbakar tiap kali dia push keta tu tuk gerak laju. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry there's no picture during event because of it's a private event.&lt;br /&gt;Naa,I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZXExm5K9EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/S7TZp7BEhhU/s1600-h/pd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZXExm5K9EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/S7TZp7BEhhU/s400/pd2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302360492831601730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-648011078119914187?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/648011078119914187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/sea-shores-tepi-pantai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/648011078119914187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/648011078119914187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/sea-shores-tepi-pantai.html' title='Sea Shores = Tepi Pantai'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW9lDeSChI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MqSK7T33ZTg/s72-c/pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-4183429828969861134</id><published>2009-02-13T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:24:06.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to IPD Seremban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW25iQbj0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YskAgEkiROw/s1600-h/ipd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW25iQbj0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YskAgEkiROw/s400/ipd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302345235863146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu,me and couples of my friends nak pegi IPD Seremban. Visiting friends yang kena tahan dalam lokap because of misunderstanding. Senang cakap kes gaduhla. Yang pegi aku,Chubby,Hafis,Mus and Marul. Kitorang gerak pukul 12.30 then pusing -pusing area Seremban because honestly none of us tahu kat mana IPD Seremban tu. Kitorang sampai kat IKP Seremban. Thought IPD Seremban and IKP Seremban as the same place la kan. Kitorang sampai,Marul tanye Pak Guard(opps,silap.Pegawai Polis Tambahan). Tuan tu pun cakap IPD Seremban kt Seremban 2. Lol btul la,kalau kat Seremban 2,letak la 'IPD Seremban 2'. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adoyai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW4mYjfBjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YJxsBlgrbOk/s1600-h/ipd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW4mYjfBjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YJxsBlgrbOk/s400/ipd2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302347105864451634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at 1 something and then kena tunggu giliran tuk jumpa pegawai. Aku dah la tak pernah pegi balai sebelum ni. Mus dah boleh buat lawak kat situ. Aku kat situ dok tahan gelak je. "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seksa ko tau menahan gelak time ko bwat lawak..&lt;/span&gt;". Just imagine la,ada officers ni bawak M-16,"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bang,ada peluru ke tu..?Cam mainan je...&lt;/span&gt;". Dia tegur polis tu ngan ayat camtu. Ko kena tinggal aku tak tanggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai giliran kitorang,Inspektor tu cakap jumpa tahanan time 2.30 nnti. Oh,tak kisahla. Lagi berapa lama je lagi,kitorang gerak makan kat Restoran Selera Batu Pahat kat area tu. Pergh,owner dia friendly and ramah giler. Aku respek ngan Pak Cik tu. Sambil menunggu tu kitorang bergambar lagi. Aduh,ini balai polis kot. Buleh la nak ber'pitcha'. I'm just going on with the group.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW72c4ra7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_NqlmVleHig/s1600-h/ipd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW72c4ra7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_NqlmVleHig/s400/ipd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350680439876530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards,dah pukul 2.30 kitorang gerak balik balai tapi kempunan nak jumpa mereka. Tetiba je Inspektor tu membatalkan our right to see them. Cause at that time nak wat kawat cam. Hek eleh,berapa minit sangatla kan kawat cam tu. Aku dah belikan '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bekalan&lt;/span&gt;' tuk diorang a.k.a rokok. Aku paham camne sengsaranye mereka tanpa rokok. Just like watching Baywatch without Pamela Anderson. Or Sutera Maya without Faezah Elai. Sengsara siak. "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weyh,Inspektor aku tau la nama kau,cari ko kat MySpace,tak nak add ko,haha.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start at that moment aku agak '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kurang percaya&lt;/span&gt;' dengan Pasukan Keselamatan Polis Malaysia. Mereka cakap pusing-pusing. Terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-4183429828969861134?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4183429828969861134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-ipd-seremban.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4183429828969861134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/4183429828969861134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-ipd-seremban.html' title='Trip to IPD Seremban'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZW25iQbj0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YskAgEkiROw/s72-c/ipd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-1408905688314779467</id><published>2009-02-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:02:08.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearance Can Be Deceiving</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows I set my MySpace messages to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;. Cause malas nak layan. Then a couple days ago one of MySpacers ask me to change the setting because he wants to ask 'personal question'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell la kan. I don't mind. Aku pun tukar setting,and then he send 'the' messages.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZM1itG3rSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wdSu0mhTsPE/s1600-h/mesej1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZM1itG3rSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wdSu0mhTsPE/s400/mesej1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301640056685440290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mother of God. Why in the world he asked me that question. Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm straightla. I have only one key for a door,why should I need another key.(Sorry Aliph,I'm using your words)&lt;br /&gt;I forgive him because of his curiosity but apparently one of his friend yang cakap aku 'Homo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt; Don't talk like you knew everything about me. Just because I wear clothes,talk,and smell like '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;'. It doesn't mean I'm one of '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;'. I do mingle with '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;' because they fascinate me and I'm being polite. Nothing more than that. Don't have anything against '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you guys&lt;/span&gt;',yet. I'm really pissed because I heard a rumour saying 'I Like A Guy'. That's even worse. To him(I think I knew who),"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weyh,tolongla. I'm not interested in guys. Ko pegila cari orang lain yang boleh menerima kasih ko tu,okay..?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah ke lelaki menjaga penampilan diri. Perlukah seorang lelaki berkumis sepanjang masa tuk menunjukkan dia tu seorang lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;Lu pikirla sendiri. Thinking about this making me tidak senang duduk. Rasa cam nak pindah kolej je. Nasib baik Khamis Awang pujuk aku tuk stay,haha. To all who felt offended by this post. I'm sorry so much,leave comment kalau ada pape ye. I'm just being honest and this post was written time mood aku cam ngantuk gile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-1408905688314779467?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1408905688314779467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/appearance-can-be-deceiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1408905688314779467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/1408905688314779467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/appearance-can-be-deceiving.html' title='Appearance Can Be Deceiving'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SZM1itG3rSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wdSu0mhTsPE/s72-c/mesej1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-3394374119082398717</id><published>2009-02-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:21:51.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan + Friends - Duit = HANG OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYbLcRULP7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5ALCUmF0mWw/s1600-h/cvx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYbLcRULP7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5ALCUmF0mWw/s400/cvx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298145698192768946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special today,hanya keluar berjalan-jalan ke Danau Kota,saje usya-usya awek,haha...&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly ada something kat sana,aku dah siap bawak &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alat tulis &lt;/span&gt;lagi. Tup,tup takde. And then kitorang gerak balik Mantin,but before balik kolej kitorang singgah Rest'1 jap. Restoran mamak paling popular di Mantin,"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weyh,aku promote kedai ko ni.Komisen la sikit..:p&lt;/span&gt;" Aku,Syidi,Hapis,Kecik dengan Mirul satu kenderaan. When i say kenderaan meaning van la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby drive cos die ade pengalaman drive van. Aku sumpah tak berani cos die punye steering keras. Nak amik corner bapak susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kecik&lt;/span&gt;:Along ngan sume mane..?&lt;br /&gt;                   Bile nak sampai&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Myroll&lt;/span&gt;:Diorang on the way. Jap lagi sampaila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along datang ngan 1 lagi keta,diorang naik keta Mirul. After a few minutes,nasi pun dah abis Diorang pun sampai sekali ngan Ayep and  Hakeem. So kitorang pun bergosip la skali ngan mamak-mamak kedai tu pun join skali. Mirul pun start bukak cite pasal jalan kat highway Lekas,pergh tempat tu cam sial. Tak nak banyak lak '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;benda&lt;/span&gt;' bertenggek kat divider jalan and kat pokok-pokok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirul siap dapat amik gambar lagi. Aku dh buat bodoh je all the way to Danau Kota time tu. Others leh la tegur-tegur '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bebenda&lt;/span&gt;' ni. Amik ko,benda tu ikut sampai balik Mantin. Abis bergosip kitorang pun balik kolej. Sumpah malam tu aku tak leh tido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-3394374119082398717?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3394374119082398717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/makan-friends-duit-hang-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3394374119082398717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/3394374119082398717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/makan-friends-duit-hang-out.html' title='Makan + Friends - Duit = HANG OUT!!!'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYbLcRULP7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5ALCUmF0mWw/s72-c/cvx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699996718034473874.post-2565805897690489909</id><published>2009-01-29T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:15:37.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What!!? I'm driving..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIKLFdlI2I/AAAAAAAAADY/yqOlWECmQKM/s1600-h/290120091778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIKLFdlI2I/AAAAAAAAADY/yqOlWECmQKM/s400/290120091778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807297302209378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh,today I skipped my Statics class(sorry Mr.lecturer whatever your name was).I had to because I'm going to SEREMBAN!!! Wohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plan memang nak keluar tapi tak tau nak gi mane. Huhu,aku ni dah la jenis yang jarang keluar rumah. "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zack,ko kena ikut gak.Kitorang takde lesen,ko je ada...&lt;/span&gt;"haha,senang je diorang pujuk aku. Padahal memang nak follow pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYINJXOmb6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ix4SY4EN-Fw/s1600-h/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYINJXOmb6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ix4SY4EN-Fw/s320/DSC00062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296810566246363042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a kind of driver yang cermatla jugak kan. Haha,aku still taknak ngaku aku bawak keta agak slow. Cuak kot,lesen percubaan buleh digantung,if you've been in accidents. In your 2 years probation. Haha,kitorang keluar pukul 1.30 and then sampai dalam pukul 2 ke Terminal One Seremban. Bosannye tempat ni takleh nak cakapla kan. Takut tersinggung 'Oghang Nogri'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,nevertheless I am studying in Negri Sembilan. What do you expect. Takkan everytime nak enjoy je kena gerak KL,hey taste the varieties and diversities la sikit. Anyway,kitorang kat Terminal tu pun cos Azhar nak bayar bil Maxis die,after that it was Azhar's turn to drive. Kitorang pun gerak Jusco kat Seremban 2. "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huish,at last some proper entertainment&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIPP8NE41I/AAAAAAAAADo/6NoodjZqf_o/s1600-h/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIPP8NE41I/AAAAAAAAADo/6NoodjZqf_o/s320/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812878274552658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai je sane, kitorang terus gerak tempat rekreasi. Amin terus capai kayu snooker,"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jomla,ape lagi.Kite main tembak telur setan&lt;/span&gt;" Mak aih,aku dah tak reti main menatang alah ni. Tapi berkat kesabaran Amin die ajar aku main,"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sekarang aku boleh main 2 belah tanganla...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished our 'little' game,we went to silvery shop. Kecik wants to buy silver necklace. Ala,yang otai-otai selalu pakai tu. Havoc sial keluar dengan bebudak ni especially Amin,selalu kacau aku time drive.Gile betul. Nasib baik la aku &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tidak mudah panik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIUSf-5FgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PZFD-xIyKtQ/s1600-h/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIUSf-5FgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PZFD-xIyKtQ/s320/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296818419796612610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah beli barang sume,gerak McD. Huh,aku memang dah lame mengidam Chocolate Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Beli tadi,aku rase cam nak menjerit cam kanak-kanak dapat duit raya.&lt;br /&gt;After that jalan jap dalam Jusco,and "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMG,Giordano ade collection baru&lt;/span&gt;."(thanks to Ady yang membawa aku ke alam &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;World Without Strangers&lt;/span&gt;) So,masuk je duit nanti aku nak pegi and pampered myself with good quality shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYN7SemWQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2coLe3Ra6xc/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYN7SemWQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2coLe3Ra6xc/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297213144099603394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699996718034473874-2565805897690489909?l=muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2565805897690489909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-im-driving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2565805897690489909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699996718034473874/posts/default/2565805897690489909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzakkirsyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-im-driving.html' title='What!!? I&apos;m driving..?'/><author><name>Muzakkir Syah®</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/S29WtfSwvKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/okfOJqYc4oo/S220/l_3d46b1bdb8b74d60a23d16dbf5d220fa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bPVCIPWFk-M/SYIKLFdlI2I/AAAAAAAAADY/yqOlWECmQKM/s72-c/290120091778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
