<?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-1884791025709969752</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:30:04.024+08:00</updated><category term='1Malaysia Political Strategy Accusation Stupid'/><category term='Justin Bieber Envy Funny'/><category term='Studying Love Relationship Distance Relationship'/><category term='iPhone 4 8GB Samsung Release Cheaper'/><category term='nazirul fariq twitter Facebook flikr'/><category term='Malaysia Hari Ini is bullshit'/><category term='Tangkap Melayu Minum Arak Malaysia Negara Islam'/><category term='Gogetlife Epidemic Bangang'/><category term='Joe Jonas Ugly'/><category term='Cool shoes Supra Adidas Nike New Balance'/><category term='Coca Cola Coke Informations'/><category term='Twitter Blogger Blogspot Nazirul Fariq'/><category term='Perfection in Human Ideology of Perfection'/><category term='Says.my Malaysian Social Media Questionnaires Polls'/><category term='copycat no idea what to write'/><category term='Facebook National Unfriend Day'/><category term='Being Single Motivating'/><category term='Malaysia heritage ONE 1Malaysia different races diversity'/><category term='Smoke Menthol Informations'/><category term='performs pc faster boost performance'/><category term='Story Yesterday Song The Beatles Paul Mccartney John Lennon Nazirul Fariq'/><category term='Flawed Democracy Freedom of Speech Malaysia'/><category term='google+ attached photos of our blog careful'/><category term='Famous Bit Torrent utorrent informations'/><category term='Blogging Writing Diary'/><category term='Mat Rempit Shallow Minded Outspoken'/><category term='Nazirul Fariq nazirulfariq nazirul fariq'/><category term='coldplay nazirul fariq things cannot understand strange'/><category term='Relationship Old Woman Girl MILF'/><category term='KTM service'/><category term='Esquire Magazine August Issue'/><category term='internet tough guy twitter keyboard warlord melayu masa kini'/><category term='funny rules Malaysia IPTA nazirul fariq'/><category term='Kebodohan Sesetengah Indonesia Otak Sempit'/><category term='Social Networking Changing Trends Blogging Aging'/><category term='9spot Power Root'/><category term='Mods Party KL 2009'/><category term='Kata Ganti Diri Bahasa Melayu Sekarang'/><category term='Scheme'/><category term='KTM Orang Melayu'/><category term='Blogging Boring Tiz Zaqyah ABP 2011 Reading Inspiring'/><category term='The Beatles MA Beatles Studies Interesting Course nazirulfariq'/><category term='Anti-Malaysia Anti-Indonesia Peace Everybody'/><title type='text'>Trashed &amp; Scattered</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8573146350935576262</id><published>2011-12-08T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:12:12.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny rules Malaysia IPTA nazirul fariq'/><title type='text'>The Rules are Shitty but We're not Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am again forcing myself to express. It seems that I'm having many irons in the fire this final semester and of course I can't always say NO even if it's not pleasing. RULES. I don't know if I ever mention this topic in my blog but I know I haven't shitted it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES - the application is only applicable to me when it makes sense. When it's not, I guess nothing much I can do. I just wanna talk about WHERE THE RULES ARE ENFORCED TO ABIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i) SMOKING AREA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you wonder why are some local IPTA under MOE are not allowing the students to smoke in the campus area whereas the Government itself are selling it? They keep suing the students like forever which we all in this world knows that the rules can never be followed. It's like there's no lesson to learn. Many cases happen like every seconds of it. To educate? Then why not apply it to the whole country? Ban from selling it? Not gonna do that right? Trying to make money from 'the ticket you give away', don't you? Why don't the Management provide a smoke area/room in campus if they aren't allow to do that in public?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8kBZlZM_DE/TuCKQTxzlcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UO5tewiFWVQ/s1600/090707%2BSmoking%2BArea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8kBZlZM_DE/TuCKQTxzlcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UO5tewiFWVQ/s320/090707%2BSmoking%2BArea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683694742533281218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ii) TOILET (?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very amusing. Why they built toilets beside the classes and put there 'KAKITANGAN SAHAJA'? Okay, where's the logical to make? Yes, there's a toilet for student but it takes time to get there which is why most students tend to use a toilet nearby(where the door has been put a joke). When the students been caught by the staff for using it, they will punish them users. Out of the campus, in RnR for example, is there a specialty? Yes, only for OKU. The rest, WE ARE JUST EQUAL! Unless....err never mind. It's just so funny funny funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvBJNjz1Cfw/TuCMYDAOetI/AAAAAAAAA2g/axmFD-aXJNE/s1600/toilet-sign-18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvBJNjz1Cfw/TuCMYDAOetI/AAAAAAAAA2g/axmFD-aXJNE/s320/toilet-sign-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683697074492570322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;iii) SEPARATION BETWEEN MALE &amp;amp; FEMALE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In campus? I mean from the hostel of course la. But, at a place to eat? Why? Is there any cases that a couple ever been caught kissing there? I mean come on the students come to the University to study and everything. Make assignments together. One day, we have to accept the fact that male and female will work as a team in the office until late. The youngsters aren't matured enough? They don't have mind to think? Do adults make a right thing ALL THE TIME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9XWJqlE90/TuCLZCgxBdI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u4zLI4VKrbg/s1600/389932285-copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9XWJqlE90/TuCLZCgxBdI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u4zLI4VKrbg/s320/389932285-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683695992028857810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, when the students graduate. They still bound under a legal and moral obligations. So, Y YU NO DO IT IN MY UNI? Why the students are been treated like a way far standard from the staff? Why I feel and see the students feel like they're fugitives trying to escape holes that filled with lava? *running to the bed and sobbing*&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/1884791025709969752-8573146350935576262?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8573146350935576262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8573146350935576262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8573146350935576262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8573146350935576262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/12/rules-are-shitty-but-were-not-kitties.html' title='The Rules are Shitty but We&apos;re not Kitties'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8kBZlZM_DE/TuCKQTxzlcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UO5tewiFWVQ/s72-c/090707%2BSmoking%2BArea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-6278345629980909673</id><published>2011-10-17T21:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:56:29.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay nazirul fariq things cannot understand strange'/><title type='text'>Things I Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask yourself what are things that you don't understand. Not five or six, it could be infinity! (Is it?) There are must be things that you can't really understand in this world even with help of 'Mr Jiggle' or in other case, you just lazy to find it out because you think it's fun when such things playing on your head. Ok, it's me talking to the mirror.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand why when someone nears you yawning, you'll be yawning too&lt;/b&gt;. This question been sitting at the corner of my frontal lobe for so long. I've read this article and it said that it happens because it's a natural reaction when we see someone's yawning near us we'll be automatically do the same thing. I don't really agree with that because it happened before to me when I was yawning in class and at the same time I was turning to my friend who sat beside me and I saw that he's yawning BIG too. Well, I didn't even look at him before that happen. I guess I wanna keep wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lig-pUvGutI/Tpxmt4ax7CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lnqKBjQoxgU/s1600/demotivational-posters-boredom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lig-pUvGutI/Tpxmt4ax7CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lnqKBjQoxgU/s320/demotivational-posters-boredom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664515369750096930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Second :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand why 'babi' is a foul word to say&lt;/b&gt;. When I think slightly deeper, it just like when we use 'monyet' instead of 'beruk' which I also don't know what's the different between them actually haha. Why must babi? I wanna know who started this first! I saw the article in Malaysian Digest with a title 'Gila khinzir' and I started to think of its meaning and I was like "ohh, it's gila babi" which I think that sounds better? Haha. Whatever it is, I can't stop the water from flowing through the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dt5PmSLdqA/TpxncTFfqAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/O3DQHh-X4x8/s1600/total-pig-demotivational-poster-122.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dt5PmSLdqA/TpxncTFfqAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/O3DQHh-X4x8/s320/total-pig-demotivational-poster-122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664516167182559234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand why deja vu can happen&lt;/b&gt;. Every time it happen I run from thinking of all the why's. Sure if I Jiggle, there are countless of links that mentioned about this. So, if I go to the links one by one the doctrine of deja vu will definitely collide. I don't wanna know deeper about it. Maybe later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hukPAKG6kYc/TpxoHX2z9DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DDJQgeH3kJI/s1600/deja-vu-demotivational-poster-1283973767.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hukPAKG6kYc/TpxoHX2z9DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DDJQgeH3kJI/s320/deja-vu-demotivational-poster-1283973767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664516907197527090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Fourth :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand how can wee see things in color&lt;/b&gt;. I sometimes wonder how if I see blue and others see them red(for me)? While actually they call it as a blue. Can you get to it? Tell me who can prove that we see all the colors same as others see it? Okay, that is how I wrap up that we all have a different favorite color. If blue is a really beautiful color, why other choose red as their favorite. Don't we all normally like what we see. It's not like a different between iPhone &amp;amp; Blackberry. I mean it is a color and what could be a detail of it? Blue is ocean, green is nature, red is fire, hot and etc. Is it how it goes? I really hope all who read this can understand what I chalk on the blackboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-of2xHdIiSBk/TpxoUXZNsnI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DSwAtiBhVE8/s1600/i_wonder_how_this_would_look.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-of2xHdIiSBk/TpxoUXZNsnI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DSwAtiBhVE8/s320/i_wonder_how_this_would_look.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664517130411684466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Fifth :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand why some music listeners are into hardcore or metalcore or whatever they actually call it&lt;/b&gt;. I can't fathom how can they put their emotions along that kind of music. It's not a judgement but it's a strange preference that I would want to take meaning. If worst comes to worst I still can apprehend why beliebers are born but not to this kind of follower. The song actually comes with lyrics but when the music's playing I can't catch a single word. I sometimes get my ears kind a bit of hurt when I listen to some songs that we all normally listen, you know, I don't know what happen if I stick the eardbuds for a whole day listening to this kind of music. My ears literally crack I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XLMJC7TMhQ/Tpxopkh7dII/AAAAAAAAA04/B8XpIR9_MgQ/s1600/Heavy-Metal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XLMJC7TMhQ/Tpxopkh7dII/AAAAAAAAA04/B8XpIR9_MgQ/s320/Heavy-Metal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664517494715151490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take my advice, it'd be easier if someone ask you and you can't really answer it, just say "it's a miracle". At least, you come up with something, right? Okbye.&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/1884791025709969752-6278345629980909673?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/6278345629980909673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=6278345629980909673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6278345629980909673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6278345629980909673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-dont-understand.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lig-pUvGutI/Tpxmt4ax7CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lnqKBjQoxgU/s72-c/demotivational-posters-boredom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5422441797215106163</id><published>2011-08-24T15:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:03:10.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone 4 8GB Samsung Release Cheaper'/><title type='text'>iPhone 4 8GB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlhFKCaVqvk/TlS5Dl2xvEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tikJCkc8ars/s1600/iphone-4-top-new-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlhFKCaVqvk/TlS5Dl2xvEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tikJCkc8ars/s320/iphone-4-top-new-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644339704354683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bunyi tajuk da macam aku nak jual iPhone, hehe. Entri kali ni cuma nak berkongsi lah. Sekarang ni Apple sedang dalam proses pembuatan mengeluarkan iPhone 4 dalam spesifikasi yang lebih rendah iaitu 8GB. Tanpa kenyataan penganalisa pemasaran, kita sendiri boleh tahu lepas ni Apple akan meraih lebih Keuntunggan. Siapa tanak pakai telefon pintar, betul? Sekarang, mereka fokus kepada mereka yg berpendapatan rendah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PENILAIAN MEMBABI #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang naik kerete BM-dabel-yu lepas ni pun terasa 'low level' bila tengok matrep pakai iPhone 4. Woooooo ! Takleh jadi, kena cari yang lagi canggih eh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau nak ikutkan syarikat mana yg mengetuai bahagian pembuatan macam misteri. Tapi utk iPhone 4 8GB ni diberikan kepada syarikat di Korea. Nama? Pun tidak mahu dikemukakan oleh Apple. Biasa lah, bukan buat biskut raya boleh bagi resepi kat orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PENILAIAN MEMBABI #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tak pelik lah kalau kita tengok Samsung, Toshiba, HTC dan sesetengah syarikat yg mampu membuat telefon pintar yg boleh tahan gempak! Mana taknya, Samsung antara salah satu pengeluar utk Apple punya 'video chip processor'. Kontraktor mereka pula kebanyakan daripada Taiwan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila keluar? Dijangkakan keluar lagi beberapa minggu, mungkin berbulan kalau nak dipasarkan dekat Malaysia. Jadi, apa tunggu lagi? Pergi lah menabung untuk beli telefon pintar ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PENILAIAN MEMBABI #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nati orang pakai tuh, cemburu. Lepas tu sanggup tak makan pagi petang siang malam sebab nak telefon baru. Sikit-sikit tukar telefon. Kaya betul korang ni. Tapi takpa, sebab bukan aku yg keluar duit utk telefon baru korang, hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir sekali, kebanyakan daripada kita tahu yg Apple akan mengeluarkan kenyataan yg dijangkakan gempak tentang iPhone 5 pada 7 haribulan September. Kita hanya dapat tengok kemajuan orang saja la nampaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila aku tengok dari segi pemasaran Apple, memang takda cacat celanya, macam semuanya lancar mengikut perancangan. Memang kita semua boleh belajar cara mereka yang mengadaptasi daripada keadaan semasa, walaupun kita tak dapat menandingi kehebatan teknologi mereka.&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/1884791025709969752-5422441797215106163?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5422441797215106163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5422441797215106163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5422441797215106163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5422441797215106163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/08/iphone-4-8gb.html' title='iPhone 4 8GB'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlhFKCaVqvk/TlS5Dl2xvEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tikJCkc8ars/s72-c/iphone-4-top-new-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-2450727513479686558</id><published>2011-07-31T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:35:04.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esquire Magazine August Issue'/><title type='text'>Esquire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wonder what to blog about today and I have this weird idea to take a start of my every sentences with a first word of each contents in the magazine that I read. So, here how it goes :&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I've learned&lt;/b&gt; today is we must contemplate every matters that happens. We can't treat this life as how we try to fight for a case, living in this world is not like how we're in a court. Doesn't mean life gives you shit, we need to throw out some shit too. Feel me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.Ramlee&lt;/b&gt; isn't a founder of Ramlee Burger. Wait, or is he? Haha. Okay, what I know he's a real entertainer, film maker, song writer, and entertainer. I'm not really his fan but I adore his songs really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Fernandes&lt;/b&gt; bought Air Asia for Rm1. Besides, I know that he's a great local entrepreneur. One day when he retired, he should release his own book and again, he makes money haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A women we love&lt;/b&gt; is always someone who made who we are today. My super mom who raised me up and my girlfriend who made me realized about a lot of things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before we begin&lt;/b&gt; something big. We must put believe on ourselves. Whether we success or not, we should keep it for a final story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny jokes from a beautiful woman&lt;/b&gt; are sometimes sound so serious. Well, it is a serious thing of course, until someone will laugh at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Digital man&lt;/b&gt; doesn't have to be a nerd ones always. Because it's not wrong to be passionate on these technological stuff. Maybe it's alright if you at least know what's happening around you. Don't be so ignorant, okay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt; is like a universe. It's beyond imagination, various kind, and sometimes words can never define. I hope someone with kind-hearted will explain to me why does that five-years-old painting is hanging on the wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu_1WaFLQEY/TjVNRN4vkII/AAAAAAAAAyk/-iENXJ-vmCM/s1600/rubiks_mirror_cube.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu_1WaFLQEY/TjVNRN4vkII/AAAAAAAAAyk/-iENXJ-vmCM/s320/rubiks_mirror_cube.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635495466904817794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S - Esok puasa, puasa tau? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-2450727513479686558?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/2450727513479686558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=2450727513479686558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2450727513479686558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2450727513479686558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/07/esquire.html' title='Esquire'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu_1WaFLQEY/TjVNRN4vkII/AAAAAAAAAyk/-iENXJ-vmCM/s72-c/rubiks_mirror_cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-6057329936836091505</id><published>2011-07-31T14:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:29:02.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia heritage ONE 1Malaysia different races diversity'/><title type='text'>What Unites Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Local products/Invention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tell in what sector we does not penetrate into? From banking and finance we have Maybank Berhad, Public Bank. Telecommunication we have Celcom, Digi and Maxis. Sime Darby which monopolizing many sectors, just name it. In construction we have YTL which is familiar with producing cement and etc. Fashion? Padini Holdings and BONIA. Not to forget, Proton and Perodua. You know, we can list over 100 brands that made in Malaysia. Aren't we proud for that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Anthem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel proud and I get a goosebumps when I sing &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagu_Negaraku"&gt;Lagu Negaraku&lt;/a&gt; together with the rest. We can see how we're in different kinds living in Malaysia. Still in peace unlike in other countries. Negaraku made me feel like we are all as ONE. I never wanted we fall to pieces one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an official national language. You know what's the funny thing that I notice is happening among us? Let's say there's a two men talking, Chinese guy and Malay guy. I know that chinese guy will talk in bahasa with their dialect, the funny thing was I noticed many Malays will follow their dialect/accent too (when talk to Indian fellas also)! Hahah. We can see how we all wanted to sound as ONE. So, keep it up to make each understand no matter in what way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of a main reason why we are proud to be Malaysian right? Who's the world top ranking in Badminton and Squash? Is there more that missing here? You tell me! Remember how we watched a football match supporting Malaysian Team - In stadium, in mamak stall, or even watching it together at home? I've seen how we all wanted to be in ONE picture, ONE dream together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tradition/Cultures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you feel happy that we have lots of PUBLIC HOLIDAY to celebrate together? That was fun for every one of us. What are the others? There are countless of things! Food, traditional clothes, medicals, performing arts to enjoy, architectural design and many other things that it could take forever for me to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School memories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;To remind of our school memories. Patriotism, how we blend with the rest such a memories that we will never forget. There's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkMpYKdT3T0&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/a&gt; that I interviewed my classmates when I was in final year of high school. When I watch it, surely I miss those times - silly classmates, fun teachers. Waa..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlEfDI5307E/TjVkYWEb8WI/AAAAAAAAAys/0rthUlyHXkE/s1600/our-heritage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlEfDI5307E/TjVkYWEb8WI/AAAAAAAAAys/0rthUlyHXkE/s320/our-heritage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635520878127870306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Pictures taken from : &lt;a href="http://notapopinjay.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://notapopinjay.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, do we really want all of these things disappear from our country? If not for us, then why don't we keep the experience that we had last time for our coming generations, right? Let's love each other, let's protect this country. &lt;i&gt;Macam dalam khutbah Jumaat yg aku dengar dulu, "kita semua kena ada sifat kepahlawanan untuk menjaga negara daripada tangan penjajah"&lt;/i&gt;. No matter in what ways we gonna do it. Do it for our beloved country. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUKufQERZ64/TjVla9SUOKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/f57S92WdWpU/s1600/2_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUKufQERZ64/TjVla9SUOKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/f57S92WdWpU/s320/2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635522022526433442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This entry was meant to remind all of us that today, 31st of July is Hari Pahlawan Negara. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-6057329936836091505?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/6057329936836091505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=6057329936836091505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6057329936836091505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6057329936836091505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-unites-us.html' title='What Unites Us?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlEfDI5307E/TjVkYWEb8WI/AAAAAAAAAys/0rthUlyHXkE/s72-c/our-heritage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5005595942107956330</id><published>2011-07-29T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:40:08.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copycat no idea what to write'/><title type='text'>Guna otak. Jangan ikut bontot orang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tak kesah la, kau nak &lt;i&gt;copy-paste&lt;/i&gt; blog aku ke, nak guna gambar aku ke. Lantak hang la tapi kenapa mesti nak &lt;i&gt;copy-paste&lt;/i&gt; blog aku yg camni? Kt mana &lt;i&gt;standard&lt;/i&gt; kau? Aku yang takda&lt;i&gt; standard&lt;/i&gt; punya &lt;i&gt;bloggge&lt;/i&gt;r pun kau nak tiru ke? You know, I admit some of my blog was inspired from some articles but to COPY-PASTE every of each words? Never in here! You know, be shameful of yourself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I mad and do not want to share things with you. But, it is wrong when you do that. I try every possibilities to share some thoughts that I have through my blog, really. I want people to know every single thing that I know in this life if I could do that. Seriously, I enjoy to do that and PLEASE, I'm not trying to be at center of attention when I do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sama la juga macam kita bersedekah, Allah akan balas balik setiap amalan kita. You know I got this theory, I'm still searching for Hadith or Surah that contained things like - lagi banyak yang kita akan tahu dalam dunia ni, kalau banyak yang kita ajar kt orang. Err aku da macam terlajak daripada topik je? Hahah. And beg your pardon for my 'bahasa rojak'. Da la, bye. Aku nak balik keje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmpgiCzz-sk/TjJ8GktfNeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wk5EHQyBgm8/s1600/korek-hidung1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmpgiCzz-sk/TjJ8GktfNeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wk5EHQyBgm8/s320/korek-hidung1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634702536169436642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku tak tawu la kenapa aku suka guna gambar budak kecik dalam blog aku ni, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5005595942107956330?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5005595942107956330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5005595942107956330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5005595942107956330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5005595942107956330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/07/guna-otak-jangan-ikut-bontot-orang.html' title='Guna otak. Jangan ikut bontot orang!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmpgiCzz-sk/TjJ8GktfNeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wk5EHQyBgm8/s72-c/korek-hidung1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-6596915767269639218</id><published>2011-07-29T09:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:51:50.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Hari Ini is bullshit'/><title type='text'>You're not even in Malaysia. So, you don't know what's happening here!</title><content type='html'>You know what is the thing that made me pissed off this morning right now? BIG NAME BIG PEOPLE BIG EVERYTHING is hypnotizing us Malaysians mind to hate this and that person. You know what I hate the most in internet? BLOGS of some unpatriotical fellas that tries every possibilities to make partition between we all Malaysians. Bravo, we're ruptured kind abit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-6596915767269639218?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/6596915767269639218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=6596915767269639218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6596915767269639218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6596915767269639218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-not-even-in-malaysia-so-you-dont.html' title='You&apos;re not even in Malaysia. So, you don&apos;t know what&apos;s happening here!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-786417545957612874</id><published>2011-07-24T02:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:52:23.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google+ attached photos of our blog careful'/><title type='text'>WHERE'S THE PHOTOS, DUDE?</title><content type='html'>Maybe some of you might be thinking where the photos in every each of my posts. You know what, first time I was in Google+, there's an album which contains all the pictures of my blog. Without ask even a thing, I deleted that album. Just now, when I went to see my blog, I was shocked! It's quite sad when it's gone. Until here. I'll update when I'm free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-786417545957612874?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/786417545957612874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=786417545957612874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/786417545957612874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/786417545957612874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/07/wheres-photos-dude.html' title='WHERE&apos;S THE PHOTOS, DUDE?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8465262203042409524</id><published>2011-06-27T11:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:43:14.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performs pc faster boost performance'/><title type='text'>Laptop/PC anda lembab macam udang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What's the use of internet if you don't really use it, right? Here's a way to make your computer performs faster. I thought everyone knows about this product but most of the time when I mock around to someone's laptop, it is so sluggishly snailike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my hard disk almost get to the limit. But it's not crawling like yours. &lt;i&gt;Bila lambat buat kija apa pun tara syiok!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.tune-up.com/products/tuneup-utilities/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; and download. (this is version of 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, that's for 15 days trial then you need to purchase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get a product key just Google. &lt;i&gt;Need to teach you meh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Otherwise, just email me. - nazirulfariq@gmail.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-HZb-KRsA/TjId5yI80ZI/AAAAAAAAAog/nVOTr7Fg-Fc/s1600/Untitled.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-HZb-KRsA/TjId5yI80ZI/AAAAAAAAAog/nVOTr7Fg-Fc/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634598962342973842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Status &amp;amp; Recommendations&amp;gt;Start-1 Click Maintanence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;It takes some time for the process to undergo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;It also can be used to detect what your pc needed for better performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Explore this yourself, can you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqiswm5sEkE/TjId5ngXxHI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wzwAhlgXhJM/s1600/logon%2Bscreen.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqiswm5sEkE/TjId5ngXxHI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wzwAhlgXhJM/s320/logon%2Bscreen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634598959488418930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;To customize your logon screen - side functions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Customize Windows&amp;gt;Logon Screen&amp;gt;Create New&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This entry just meant to share things that might be useful for you. Bye-bye!&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/1884791025709969752-8465262203042409524?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8465262203042409524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8465262203042409524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8465262203042409524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8465262203042409524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/06/laptoppc-anda-lembab-macam-udang.html' title='Laptop/PC anda lembab macam udang?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-HZb-KRsA/TjId5yI80ZI/AAAAAAAAAog/nVOTr7Fg-Fc/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7670379128127041139</id><published>2011-06-20T09:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:45:56.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KTM Orang Melayu'/><title type='text'>One Fine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me do a very quick entry since I've nothing to do in the office. Just in case if you wondering, I'm currently doing my practical training in one of the consultant firm at Kota Kemuning. So, here's quite a story life of mine that I wanna share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It happened yesterday at KTM station when there was nobody charge at the ticket counter. I have RM10 note and the machine rejected maybe because of its big difference amount to correlate with RM3.60 of the price ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I asked to this guy which he seemed like waiting for someone whether he got change of RM5x2. He said no and how much do I need. I answered and told him it's okay because I'll buy the ticket when I get to KL. He went missing suddenly. I didn't think to much about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Few minutes after, he came back and 'Nah, RM3.60 kan?'. I stunned lol. Seriously, I was hesitated to accept but he said 'Takpe takpe, aku tunggu orang je ni'. Then, dengan jiwa rock gua(padahal mcm tak tahu malu), aku pun ambil jela. Then, we're chatting while I was waiting for the train. He staying around and he seemed a nice guy to compare on how he dressed up and hairstyle which really looked like a 'rempit'. He even shared to me about his life back then in school which was quite dejected and now at least he's got a fine job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm not insulting him for that. Okay, so be open when I just try to picture. Don't be lame ass come with your contradiction. Even he told that he barely got friends around, you know, there's a long story if I tell. He kept telling me that family is a top priority. It's good to hear a stranger talking sometimes. I see things better with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, the message is not a boring &lt;i&gt;don't judge a book by its cover. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just remember, &lt;i&gt;Be thoughtful of others and you will not be shy, for they are incompatible addictions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9IdO9RX4lI/TjIfNYXxb5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/ujSgajBrVIA/s1600/helping-hand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9IdO9RX4lI/TjIfNYXxb5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/ujSgajBrVIA/s320/helping-hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634600398534832018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7670379128127041139?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7670379128127041139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7670379128127041139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7670379128127041139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7670379128127041139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-fine-day.html' title='One Fine Day'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9IdO9RX4lI/TjIfNYXxb5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/ujSgajBrVIA/s72-c/helping-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7158868260539937866</id><published>2011-06-04T14:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:55:52.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet tough guy twitter keyboard warlord melayu masa kini'/><title type='text'>Melayu memang suka heboh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is my title can create any speculations? Problem? You mad? Just because I'm not Dr. M, that doesn't mean I can't say things that I see and things that I myself think is reality! When it comes about personal life of someone, people on a dime swarm to it. Yes, you maybe can say I'm a kind of it too. Not that worst I surely think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I say about a famous 14 years old who was the one in trending topic of worldwide in Twitter, who you might think she is? I bet you know. I went to her fake fan page in Facebook, there are many minie more of harsh words been thrown. Speaking like a bloody holy being divine messenger. Well, if that's the way she is, then let her be, take it as a salt of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words like 'kau ni perangai mcm sial, tolong la berubah' or 'tuhan tak suka orang mcm kau ni, memalukan agama je' and even like this never-looked at the mirror words 'mari berdebat dgn aku kalau kau tuh betul, dgn ilmu yg aku ada, aku nak berdakwah'. I wonder, who would take advice if :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are no good intention of doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are no soft tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are no such soft good words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;A thing that I'd like to highlight, why must all bad things are always spreading fast instead of good things? Why today I don't hear anyone updating in status or tweet about :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 30th, debaters of UiTM won in final Great Serdang Debate Championship 2011 against UKS(Universiti Kebangsaan Singapura).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;31st of May, OKU student, Amirah Azali, 16 has been awarded as a excellent student in PMR 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Isn't it something that we should be proud of as Malaysian? (see, I got goosebumps when I'm telling this). Yes, I'm happy, proud, or at least feel better to know such good thing that happened around. Condemning on others makes me quite annoyed and suddenly I forgot who's in a faulty shoes! I think, when we look at our faults, we'll find so many faults that we won't have time to look for other people faults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZtqXwfABFw/TjIgF0-YG_I/AAAAAAAAAow/yXGUCB39LSY/s1600/look-in-mirror.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZtqXwfABFw/TjIgF0-YG_I/AAAAAAAAAow/yXGUCB39LSY/s320/look-in-mirror.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634601368285617138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all alike, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7158868260539937866?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7158868260539937866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7158868260539937866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7158868260539937866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7158868260539937866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/06/melayu-memang-suka-heboh.html' title='Melayu memang suka heboh!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZtqXwfABFw/TjIgF0-YG_I/AAAAAAAAAow/yXGUCB39LSY/s72-c/look-in-mirror.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3716971214700557689</id><published>2011-05-24T06:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:55:56.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles MA Beatles Studies Interesting Course nazirulfariq'/><title type='text'>Gogogogoood Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder that someday IPTA in Malaysia will offer programme as MA in P.Ramlee studies? Sounds odd isn't it? But, there's a woman graduated in Masters degree in Beatles studies from Liverpool Hope University. Among first 12 students that signed up, Mary-Lu Zahalan-Kennedy from Ontario, Canada was the first in the world to graduate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She learnt how the society and culture influence by their songs, how Liverpool influenced on the music, the composition of the music and etc. Pretty interesting for me! Then people ask, what would you do with that MA? It's not even a real course? Well, I wish myself could ask Mike Brocken who is the founder of the MA. Obviously, the MA holder will become an expert in musicology and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EK1nli56NI/TjIg5xu6qpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WiFbek7V9L0/s1600/the-beatles-rooftop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EK1nli56NI/TjIg5xu6qpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WiFbek7V9L0/s320/the-beatles-rooftop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634602260768664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Final performance at the roof top of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Apple's headquarters (Savile Row)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, this news came out early of this year and I found that I already summarised some of this story. Only this time I decided to finish all my unfinished entries hehe. So, this is it, just another Beatles trivia I would like to share. Later. (to be cont)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3716971214700557689?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3716971214700557689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3716971214700557689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3716971214700557689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3716971214700557689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/05/gogogogoood-job.html' title='Gogogogoood Job!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EK1nli56NI/TjIg5xu6qpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WiFbek7V9L0/s72-c/the-beatles-rooftop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5862062769328796950</id><published>2011-05-21T01:11:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:03:25.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter Blogger Blogspot Nazirul Fariq'/><title type='text'>Just the way you are lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, if there's anyone to blame, blame Twitter for me being idle in Blogger. It's like everything ever crossed, Twitter been a dump site for me to throw. Now let's back to the playground where I used to say like a give-no-fuck guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, you can hate me as I am or like me as I am. Still, I ain't getting blah blah about my story. To get straight, I just wanna tell you about a fool. Like a fool on the hill in Beatles' song? Kinda! It's about how a person that you hate the most, someone that you actually know personally but you hate him/her. Maybe you really banned that person because of his/her sick attitudes. I don't know, every people with different stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y46Y4ylvBqc/TjIillX2JDI/AAAAAAAAApI/o0uLQxtLn7I/s1600/50-cent-justin-bieber.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-y46Y4ylvBqc/TjIillX2JDI/AAAAAAAAApI/o0uLQxtLn7I/s320/50-cent-justin-bieber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634604112876545074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it just because of his hair? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it easy, think of someone that you know in person but in the mean time you hate him/her. Now, think why you never be a closed friend to that someone. Tell me what of his/her attitudes that you don't like. If you say that he/she still can never change at all(the attitudes that you dislike) then don't waste your time trying to change it. Because that's him! That's her! So, let it be. If you still wanna befriend with, then fabricate your perseverance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that will befriend or get close with to him/her is someone that is willing to accept his/her flaws. Someone that understands about unexistence of perfection in human nature. My last words, never lose a friend that willing to get into trouble-shit-some for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrgwOl-t1aA/TjIildZrc5I/AAAAAAAAApA/orPIMEuJapY/s1600/Pig-Face-Girl-and-Friend-on-Laptop--61624.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrgwOl-t1aA/TjIildZrc5I/AAAAAAAAApA/orPIMEuJapY/s320/Pig-Face-Girl-and-Friend-on-Laptop--61624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634604110736749458" /&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/1884791025709969752-5862062769328796950?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5862062769328796950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5862062769328796950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5862062769328796950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5862062769328796950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-way-you-are-lah.html' title='Just the way you are lah!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y46Y4ylvBqc/TjIillX2JDI/AAAAAAAAApI/o0uLQxtLn7I/s72-c/50-cent-justin-bieber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7421587025414849139</id><published>2011-04-08T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:08:20.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Says.my Malaysian Social Media Questionnaires Polls'/><title type='text'>Youthsays? Oh, Its now Says.my</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Every time I'm on this website, my friend will surely ask, "kau main apa tuh, bu? (Abu is my called in campus lol). And every time also I will have to explain to them about it. Now I'm going to define &lt;a href="http://says.my/nazirulfariq/invite"&gt;Says.my&lt;/a&gt; in my own words. Let me tell briefly.This is the place where you can share your opinion about current issues and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can give out your questions here and see how Malaysian is going to answer them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently the users has reached 304k and still counting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is very useful for data collection. You can create polls, make survey and etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can give shoutouts just like Timeline in Twitter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can share your campaign here and get update about what some NGOs is upto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rewarded from this website. &lt;a href="http://says.my/nazirulfariq/invite"&gt;Join up&lt;/a&gt; and you'll get what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Facebook can be flooded by our local people, why can't make this thing more interesting?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 3 days celebration of &lt;a href="http://says.my/nazirulfariq/invite"&gt;Says.my&lt;/a&gt; 3rd anniversary and they are giving away prizes. So why don't you guys join this up and try out your luck? Why am I promoting this? Because I just think this website is quite cool. Local product what, so why don't we just support. Aren't you tired mucking around with your computer sending wallpost, tweeting? Try out something else. This could be something new FOR YOU ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB3HWCRtwKY/TjIj2MMYnQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/gSpc_HntC_w/s1600/saysmy-11.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB3HWCRtwKY/TjIj2MMYnQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/gSpc_HntC_w/s320/saysmy-11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634605497686990082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current campaign. Click on the picture if you're keen to get details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on &lt;a href="http://says.my/nazirulfariq/invite"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; to sign up! Then, you just click on Facebook logo written "sign in to Says.my". Fill it up and Wallaa! start active. Bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7421587025414849139?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7421587025414849139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7421587025414849139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7421587025414849139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7421587025414849139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/04/youthsays-oh-its-now-saysmy.html' title='Youthsays? Oh, Its now Says.my'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB3HWCRtwKY/TjIj2MMYnQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/gSpc_HntC_w/s72-c/saysmy-11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1841444603687486830</id><published>2011-04-04T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:10:31.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Boring Tiz Zaqyah ABP 2011 Reading Inspiring'/><title type='text'>Jas rhendem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides I had a funny moment with my girl, like seriously it’s very warming here in Sri Iskandar, even at night! Phew! I don’t know if there’s anyone follow my blog, you guys must be curious with this rapid update. I just de facto feel like writing even there are quite a few delayed assignments I haven’t done yet hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seems that blogging isn’t sound exciting anymore. Some said “I don’t know what to write” “Who gonna read them anyways?” I admit blogging isn’t something that we can do just like that, unless, you update something about your daily routines and stuff. I can do that in every hour if you want lol. Now I wonder how the Twitter’s account will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fact how can I continue to write is because I do reading. It’s defo boring I know! But, I just feel like sharing that’s all. But, believe me this entry isn’t inspired by any of readings. It’s just tingled in my mind and I’m bored to death. Shit, I don’t know where am going to right now! Haha. So OK lah, until here. Those in Sri Iskandar too, drink alot of ‘sirap ais’ okay, don’t let your body overheating all and don’t get sick because exam is coming! So long and goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXJsUQit0s/TjIkfM1E_dI/AAAAAAAAApY/SKebuf8pJYw/s1600/tiz-zaqyah.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXJsUQit0s/TjIkfM1E_dI/AAAAAAAAApY/SKebuf8pJYw/s320/tiz-zaqyah.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634606202232307154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's okay, awk tak menang masa ABP 2011 tuh pun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sy tetap sokong awk ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1841444603687486830?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1841444603687486830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1841444603687486830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1841444603687486830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1841444603687486830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/04/jas-rhendem.html' title='Jas rhendem'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXJsUQit0s/TjIkfM1E_dI/AAAAAAAAApY/SKebuf8pJYw/s72-c/tiz-zaqyah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8628773878349378009</id><published>2011-04-03T00:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:12:45.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazirul fariq twitter Facebook flikr'/><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Ok, it’s pretty hard to transform it into words. I’m actually trying to discuss about how high the ‘radiation’ rate can go after explosion of social media’s reactors across our planet. I no longer amazed when I see kids using technology. World could be boring when every communication we make is through all these social media webs. This thing merely not just a fad, but it’s here to stay and probably will ‘make it worse’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how you and your boyfriend/girlfriend got together? : A) Facebook B) Twitter C) Flikr D) At the playground. Now I came with idea to create a poll about this lol. Get the picture? For example, when you see this girl that you might have interested to hook up with, do you just : A) Try to get her name and search it on Facebook B) Find a way to talk to her straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m not being a naysayer that this is wrong and right. I just sometimes noticed that some people does not balance their online and offline lives. There are some who would just hang out together only when the Streamyx bill are not yet paid. REALLY! So, okay la, I know in the end people will say to me “everybody has their own way to enjoy their lives”. I sometimes heads-down glued to a laptop screen too! With purpose of : A) To do assignment B) To update world news C) To stalk on people’s life. lolssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAatvwUhh3w/TjIlCbD13lI/AAAAAAAAApg/AcVqvYvnRjk/s1600/article-1106663-0236EF8900000578-661_468x350.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAatvwUhh3w/TjIlCbD13lI/AAAAAAAAApg/AcVqvYvnRjk/s320/article-1106663-0236EF8900000578-661_468x350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634606807347748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8628773878349378009?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8628773878349378009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8628773878349378009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8628773878349378009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8628773878349378009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/04/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAatvwUhh3w/TjIlCbD13lI/AAAAAAAAApg/AcVqvYvnRjk/s72-c/article-1106663-0236EF8900000578-661_468x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7565965229657084301</id><published>2011-03-09T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:14:27.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Yesterday Song The Beatles Paul Mccartney John Lennon Nazirul Fariq'/><title type='text'>HELP! I NEED SOMEBODY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZzkadRPY4/TjIleiBOstI/AAAAAAAAApo/ITJzgswBdOE/s1600/3983667401_c8cf284f4d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZzkadRPY4/TjIleiBOstI/AAAAAAAAApo/ITJzgswBdOE/s320/3983667401_c8cf284f4d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634607290252178130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jane Asher &amp;amp; Paul McCartney (ended 1968)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im going to make a short story about a song that is one of the most recorded(cover) song in the world, Yesterday by ‘The Fab Four’. One morning, Paul woke up and went straight to a piano and started playing. “It was just all there,” he said. Since it’s like so complete, he afraid that the tune might have been plagiarized from other songs.  So, he went round to people in music business whether they had ever heard it before (for a month). It’s like you found a million cash and you hand in to the police right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how the lyrics of “Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away” before? It was like this, “Scrambled eggs, Oh you’ve got such a lovely legs” In about four weeks, Paul been playing this Scrambled Eggs song on the stage (that time Beatles were shooting for Help! in studio). Until Dick Lester (the director) got annoyed and said “If you play that bloody song any longer, I’ll have the piano taken off stage! Either finish it or give it up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, John Lennon never wished that he had written it, he did admit that it was a beautiful song with good lyrics. Basically, the song was about someone wanting to turn back the clock, to retreat to a time before a tragic event. It does not apply for just a love relationship, cause the application is universal. There are some speculations and stories behind this song, but na’a, Im not your bedtime story teller. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist : The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Album : Help! (August 1965)&lt;br /&gt;Song : Yesterday / Songs &amp;amp; Lyrics : Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ms65JQTBCcQ"&gt;CLICK HERE TO LISTEN!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7565965229657084301?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7565965229657084301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7565965229657084301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7565965229657084301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7565965229657084301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-i-need-somebody.html' title='HELP! I NEED SOMEBODY!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZzkadRPY4/TjIleiBOstI/AAAAAAAAApo/ITJzgswBdOE/s72-c/3983667401_c8cf284f4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8072512235807086805</id><published>2011-02-23T23:49:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:16:14.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flawed Democracy Freedom of Speech Malaysia'/><title type='text'>"Lu cakap banyak, wa saman!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Apart from Malaysia remains a democracy, they said Malaysia is a free speech country. A reasonable man would definitely understand its meaning. But, I very doubt about how effective it is. Rules are meant to be followed, YES! But, never put consideration aside. Because that is how people will cogitate on you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I don’t care how high your position at or level that you’re standing. You may think that you can get respect from others but with the power you have, selfishness run through your veins, people will just pretend like they do. Everyone would do the same thing to possess their priority HAHA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;“Every person has the right to express his thoughts and beliefs so long as he remains within the limits prescribed by the Law. No one, however, is entitled to disseminate falsehood or to circulate reports that may outrage public decency, or to indulge in slander, innuendo, or to cast defamatory aspersions on other persons”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; - Article 12.a of the Universal Islamic Declaration of Human Rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIHHOUQY-k/TjIlzCo2kcI/AAAAAAAAApw/pI6FMzHRcdU/s1600/WATERBOARD512.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIHHOUQY-k/TjIlzCo2kcI/AAAAAAAAApw/pI6FMzHRcdU/s320/WATERBOARD512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634607642605687234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Sometimes, people know that they were wrong or speaking in manner that they misunderstood situation of the event. Then why do we disregard the truth? You feel jeopardized by lower class, lower level or whatever shit you may called? Don't tell me that you enjoy to see things get rarified. Cause this world has already complicated as it can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8072512235807086805?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8072512235807086805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8072512235807086805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8072512235807086805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8072512235807086805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/02/lu-cakap-banyak-wa-saman.html' title='&quot;Lu cakap banyak, wa saman!&quot;'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIHHOUQY-k/TjIlzCo2kcI/AAAAAAAAApw/pI6FMzHRcdU/s72-c/WATERBOARD512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3643355475966387315</id><published>2011-02-22T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:23:06.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazirul Fariq nazirulfariq nazirul fariq'/><title type='text'>Black Undershirt &amp; Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the day with so much things tingling all over me. I can’t fathom myself sometimes. The dreams are still fading in my head. I understand how people hate to do and to listen the same things every day.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For whatever level we at right now, I certainly sure that people will get more apprehend when they get through the experience itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;If we fall into the latitude where you see is something wrong, will just go correct it? Or will you just let it be a natural scene? I don’t think I’m special, I don’t think I’m better. I’m far to be known as a good speaker. Maybe, I’m just another whore with sensitive spirits. I should have known that I’m not a god to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Do you believe that you were born to accomplish something before you die? So is that why you are dreaming becoming like that? Arghh I don't know how to tell it directly. I even barely know what I’m saying sometimes, but it’s not meant to just fill this shithole for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTMaEzQwb5c/TjIncPNLUiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Vvt3cYHuXH8/s1600/tumblr_lj7n0mGZoY1qaeuf1o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTMaEzQwb5c/TjIncPNLUiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Vvt3cYHuXH8/s320/tumblr_lj7n0mGZoY1qaeuf1o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634609449865531938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken : twoheartsforlove.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3643355475966387315?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3643355475966387315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3643355475966387315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3643355475966387315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3643355475966387315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-undershirt-jeans.html' title='Black Undershirt &amp; Jeans'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTMaEzQwb5c/TjIncPNLUiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Vvt3cYHuXH8/s72-c/tumblr_lj7n0mGZoY1qaeuf1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1462700294617396600</id><published>2010-12-31T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:23:17.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1Malaysia Political Strategy Accusation Stupid'/><title type='text'>Im sick of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPXLIaooCpQ/TjIngvy1_JI/AAAAAAAAAqI/waakDUvMU84/s1600/1_malaysia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPXLIaooCpQ/TjIngvy1_JI/AAAAAAAAAqI/waakDUvMU84/s320/1_malaysia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634609527332928658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure some people are aware of the impracticable theory by the Selangor exco who banned the logo of 1Malaysia in Selangor. He claimed that it is a political agenda which based from 1Israel. The fuck uncle? You might not see that this country is getting worse with racism and discrimination. You must be living under a rock if you not know this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this lame statement came up, I really thought that this was meant to unite the diversity, the races together in of course a good way. Its a very shameful to claimed the advertisements were the political message. While they kinda ruining the drift of 1Malaysia, they seem to demoralize people with their unhealthy persuasions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I want to cry aloud to people, even if a NOBODY construct the idea of 1Malaysia, as long as it is good for country. What else matter then? You see, it's hard to decide which one to believe. They play games, they machinate us with invisible deceptions that only god knows the truth. Im not good and dont give a damn (yet) to this political stuff. So, what I do is I better think logic and practical as I can. Bye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1462700294617396600?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1462700294617396600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1462700294617396600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1462700294617396600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1462700294617396600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sick-of-you.html' title='Im sick of you!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPXLIaooCpQ/TjIngvy1_JI/AAAAAAAAAqI/waakDUvMU84/s72-c/1_malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8399417368740839600</id><published>2010-12-28T02:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:27:28.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti-Malaysia Anti-Indonesia Peace Everybody'/><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYrMQanpJf4/TjIolPQxRhI/AAAAAAAAAqY/A8ROiNcBoKw/s1600/text_graffiti_all_you_need_is_love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYrMQanpJf4/TjIolPQxRhI/AAAAAAAAAqY/A8ROiNcBoKw/s320/text_graffiti_all_you_need_is_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634610704011052562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malas sebenarnya nak tulis pasal ni but day by day, Facebook and Twitter penuh pasal anti-Malaysia la anti-Indonesia la. This is not a new born issue. Im actually sick of it. I don't have to make my own theory here about how and where it started and stuff cos it's all over the internet (sucks). Those who owns the pages, I beg you to remove. Together we listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4p8qxGbpOk"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; and try to feel it peace out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8399417368740839600?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8399417368740839600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8399417368740839600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8399417368740839600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8399417368740839600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYrMQanpJf4/TjIolPQxRhI/AAAAAAAAAqY/A8ROiNcBoKw/s72-c/text_graffiti_all_you_need_is_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3182549013901050925</id><published>2010-12-03T07:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:27:00.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mat Rempit Shallow Minded Outspoken'/><title type='text'>Hi, nak tumpang tunggang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I tend to heed on something insignificant, the thing that people won't waste time to debate. If you can see my face now, it looks like I don't give a fuck at all. Cause its my blog, I write what I want and speak as the mind beholds. So, can you tell me an individual who participates in illegal street racing and perform crazy stuns for fun is define as what? (Wiki) Think think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's it! Thus, why the hell for you label people ride on motorcycles(kapcai especially) as a Mat Rempit as well? It shows how 'green' you are, like there's a blockage in your brain when you so easy judging on someone. No, I don't get offended for this judgement cause I don't even have a license, yet. Then you know lah what I mean lol. Basically, I'm just telling you what I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember this funny moment when my friend was on the bike getting ready to go home. Then some girls came to the stall and this friend of mine quite familiar with some of them. Suddenly, he was dashing off and I asked him why. "Malu do aku naik 125, nati dia ingat aku mat rempit" as he answered. Haha why man, why should be that way? I mean you don't use it for circus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now would you mind to change the mindset? Cause you kinda bit of callow joker in my eyes. I think that's enough, I won't write any further as long as you get my idea. Let's drink and drive or ride or whatever haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfN3he_eBDw/TjIoa-dQkWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DlAOnut8-So/s1600/rempit-shahalam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfN3he_eBDw/TjIoa-dQkWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DlAOnut8-So/s320/rempit-shahalam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634610527701340514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;"Bye, cayew nak anta awek cyew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;bayek cha'alam dluw!" Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3182549013901050925?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3182549013901050925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3182549013901050925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3182549013901050925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3182549013901050925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-nak-tumpang-tunggang.html' title='Hi, nak tumpang tunggang?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfN3he_eBDw/TjIoa-dQkWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DlAOnut8-So/s72-c/rempit-shahalam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8496847411191423721</id><published>2010-11-23T05:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:33:10.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Bieber Envy Funny'/><title type='text'>JUSTIN FIEVER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I don't have a plan to make it into this way but this could be fun lol. I actually don't get the situation of people get annoyed by the music of BIEBER, yeah JUSTIN DREW BIEBER (got that on Wiki hihi). First of all, what am I going to write is basically from what I've seen, cause it's funny indeed if I do research about him lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was randomly linked to his video while I was streaming on Youtube and I watched him singing songs in acoustic version. Yeah that was the second time after that baby-baby-ohh song. I can't deny that he's got a good voice. No wonder people got blew away by him (no matter in good or bad way haha). I just don't get it, what is so fuss about him? Until like 'God, please give us back Kurt Cobain, and you can take Justin Bieber'. Really, it's really hilarious to me. How can people got disturbed by this 16 years old kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't envy this poor little kid who is actually a big-money-maker celebrity. Except of the part he took pictures with many famous celebrities, I jealous with that really. Maybe because I listen to my preferences music that I download through my iPod instead of listen to the radio which mostly playing the latest songs and stuff. That's why, I just don't bother haa. I could say million more words but I don't wanna make fuss either lol. So, cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeYms_QglLw/TjIpZTa-shI/AAAAAAAAAqg/r8i4xyB54Ww/s1600/63523_132420496805810_102596476454879_185342_273603_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeYms_QglLw/TjIpZTa-shI/AAAAAAAAAqg/r8i4xyB54Ww/s320/63523_132420496805810_102596476454879_185342_273603_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634611598480814610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she didn't tell, The Rock could just love the song, huh? (ROFL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S - In my doctrine of music, I think people don't have to bother in people's choice. Say whatever to my favorites. Hell, I'm still gonna enjoy it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8496847411191423721?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8496847411191423721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8496847411191423721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8496847411191423721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8496847411191423721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/11/justin-fiever.html' title='JUSTIN FIEVER !'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeYms_QglLw/TjIpZTa-shI/AAAAAAAAAqg/r8i4xyB54Ww/s72-c/63523_132420496805810_102596476454879_185342_273603_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8568696645851466151</id><published>2010-11-19T18:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:38:25.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook National Unfriend Day'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons on Why They Should Be Removed !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F59Jvm7mb2M/TjIq8TsWndI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8_61GMVHN0s/s1600/facebook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F59Jvm7mb2M/TjIq8TsWndI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8_61GMVHN0s/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634613299360734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm such a selfishly bastard, you name it. I don't want to say anymore. Let's just unfriend them in your Facebook, the ones you just don't need in any rates. Who's gonna be that person? &lt;b&gt;THEY ARE!&lt;/b&gt; Just in case if :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) THEY'RE YOUR PARENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;You don't want them to call you and ask you about that inappropriate post on your wall, don't you? I bet you would like them to stay out of your life sometimes lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2) THEY'RE YOUR 'SO-CALLED STEP PARENTS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Sometimes your parents could be so quite understanding. But, maybe not your teachers, uncle or your aunt. They can be kinda gabby about what your life regarding on what you posted. Bahh so not good !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3) THEY'RE YOUR PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Not so many can agree with staying friends with ex. Remove them if you don't wanna get hurt or you think you can hurt them by your 'victory'. You may be called petty, but who cares anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4) FUCKIN' STRANGYEAHH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I don't have any idea either why I accepted and added them at the first place lol. After all, you might think that you just don't need them. Popularity? It's got into your mind now, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5) YOU WON'T SAY HI IF YOU MEET THEM IN REAL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Yeapp it's so unnecessary to have them in your 'online life' if you would never say hi if you bump into them in the street. It's like you being friend with aliens in your own fantasy world bahh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6) THEY SEND YOU EVENT INVITATIONS THAT YOU WOULD NEVER GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Most of the time they invited you and the rest of their friend list. They may be really wanted you to be there or maybe they just want their return profits? Naa it could be worst when you're just a space filler lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7) SO LOVINGLY COUPLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;You probably just broke up or single person that desperately looking for someone. You don't want your news feed full of the things, you know. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8) THEY'RE A TOTAL BRAT-ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;A pussy that keep blabbing and talk rubbish all of the time on your wall. The ones that keep you down like most of the time is so need to be removed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9) KEEP SENDING YOU GROUP, GAME AND QUIZZES INVITES 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Do I need to explain further?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10) THE ONES THAT INVADING YOUR SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Sometimes you just don't want your colleagues, teachers or 'media-teller' to know what you're up to in Facebook. It's only you who knows the reason why and you just don't need them privy to your life. I don't have to make a why's list, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG0OiinfoOg/TjIq8B-DXhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TxMGY7f1IsE/s1600/National_Unfriend_Day_nov17news.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG0OiinfoOg/TjIq8B-DXhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TxMGY7f1IsE/s320/National_Unfriend_Day_nov17news.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634613294603132434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we celebrate it, alright? :)&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/1884791025709969752-8568696645851466151?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8568696645851466151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8568696645851466151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8568696645851466151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8568696645851466151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-reasons-on-why-they-should-be.html' title='10 Reasons on Why They Should Be Removed !'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F59Jvm7mb2M/TjIq8TsWndI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8_61GMVHN0s/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-808541910813960588</id><published>2010-11-18T04:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:43:52.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9spot Power Root'/><title type='text'>Cup of Joe or Red Bull?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without referring to any reports of research, it's obvious that younger demographic consume energy drinks like Red Bull or 100 Plus instead of coffee. But for me, I'll just cut in with coffee as a starter drink for a day. Why coffee is not popular among teenagers? Maybe I've seen much of big marketing on isotonic drinks that aligned with sports and stuff that's popular among the younger generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we don't care that much, but coffee companies do. When this thing got to my head, I suddenly thought of Power Root Company which everyone knows that they're familiar with products involving coffees. Seems that they have taken step to the next level when they came up with the new product of Isotonic drinks, known as 9spot. I can't deny when it happens to be my favorite of isotonic drink compare to 100 Plus and Revive (7up) which taste like yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, it doesn't matter which one to choose. Both can give us side effects (when we take more than a normal daily amount), present of caffeine, as a boost energy and 'chipsmore'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seBSnWpop0o/TjIsCp_ArqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qQFEcJRgv_E/s1600/6a00d83451db4269e200e553be438f8833-200wi_0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seBSnWpop0o/TjIsCp_ArqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qQFEcJRgv_E/s320/6a00d83451db4269e200e553be438f8833-200wi_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634614507935411874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! ANYTHING AND WHATEVER lah kan! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-808541910813960588?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/808541910813960588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=808541910813960588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/808541910813960588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/808541910813960588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/11/cup-of-joe-or-red-bull.html' title='Cup of Joe or Red Bull?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seBSnWpop0o/TjIsCp_ArqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qQFEcJRgv_E/s72-c/6a00d83451db4269e200e553be438f8833-200wi_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-247400115255905094</id><published>2010-09-21T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:44:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a pamphlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKKPeWM4_Hw/TjIsjYiPRpI/AAAAAAAAArA/LaJfa7CRQ30/s1600/rten74l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKKPeWM4_Hw/TjIsjYiPRpI/AAAAAAAAArA/LaJfa7CRQ30/s320/rten74l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634615070187013778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How Einstein we are, how articulate and good do we speak, how high the place we're standing, you can never be a judge, you're not that honor, you're not forever a fucking dictator. So, what's the point of talking? You're not unblemished born baby, you living with past mistakes, you living with past sins, you living as wrongdoer endlessly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sound harsh, this may just empty words. Maybe we're too sensitive or maybe I'm just cynical. We were born in so many different ways. You could be positive, negative, or we're just neutral? Why do we get the chance of living? So, what are you becoming then? A doctor? Lawyer? An engineer? Fucking psycho-killer? Fucking ass rapist? Or you may die when you're still a lawless baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just so complicated. Out of words to define, out of mind to imagine, out of sight to fantasize. Some with anger, some with hatred, some with vengeance, some just thinking about how to love. But, some never had a chance. It's pathetically pitiful to see when a wound would eventually leave you scar.  So, let's gamble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-247400115255905094?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/247400115255905094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=247400115255905094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/247400115255905094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/247400115255905094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-pamphlet.html' title='Just a pamphlet'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKKPeWM4_Hw/TjIsjYiPRpI/AAAAAAAAArA/LaJfa7CRQ30/s72-c/rten74l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3708972090673635642</id><published>2010-09-14T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:46:16.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Biscute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UWMxwiLsPs/TjIs4juKwVI/AAAAAAAAArI/cqVzvROmO6g/s1600/010-winner-bohrtaag.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UWMxwiLsPs/TjIs4juKwVI/AAAAAAAAArI/cqVzvROmO6g/s320/010-winner-bohrtaag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634615433967092050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa da lama sangat da nih aku tak hantar apa-apa kt blog aku nih. Rindu tak? Hehe. Well, it's 5th day of Syawal and I think it's not too late to wish all Muslims SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI ! It's all about forgiving and letting go the past behind. Could everybody just do it with heartfelt? NO of course, how did I know? Duhh, don't you have Facebook lol? Anyways, just have a good raya alright ! I don't know when am I gonna update this blog, sorry for those who's been waiting. I just need time and the right mood to do it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3708972090673635642?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3708972090673635642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3708972090673635642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3708972090673635642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3708972090673635642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-me-biscute.html' title='Call Me Biscute'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UWMxwiLsPs/TjIs4juKwVI/AAAAAAAAArI/cqVzvROmO6g/s72-c/010-winner-bohrtaag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-572055529392496586</id><published>2010-06-29T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:49:50.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Report Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I let it slip off my mind, I better start writing. As you maybe have already known that I was working at the Soda's Counter in Voir, Subang Parade. I've met some people. There's a nice, terrible, weird, funny, white, black people lol. There's a guy, Jamal and if I'm not mistaken, he's 22 years old. He's been working here for 3 years and he said I'm his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;bondhu&lt;/span&gt;(a friend) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, he's a Bangladeshi people and a cleaner there. He's very cheerful. Never seen him in doldrums. Maybe because he knows that he's going to be a big boss one day or maybe because his life is not involving any WOMEN? (as I been told) When I asked him why, he said they are boisterous and marries a man chiefly for material gain lol. I think I can't amaze you with the story that I'm going to tell as I was amazed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a simple question for you, how long can RM500 last in your wallet? You need to pay for house rent, for cars, bills and many other things. Well, it's not even enough to buy you a cloth I think? But, Imagine when people in Bangladesh can survive with that amount of money for almost 2 months. Not surprise? Sure it does when it can actually supports 5-6 family members. So, any women up for Bangladesh? We could have very lotsa kids lol! It's hell saving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E860Ovr3Qnc/TjItjTMkiRI/AAAAAAAAArY/WV8SCxZy7ME/s1600/thowing-away-money-prev1206613446sW9279.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E860Ovr3Qnc/TjItjTMkiRI/AAAAAAAAArY/WV8SCxZy7ME/s320/thowing-away-money-prev1206613446sW9279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634616168265582866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He claimed that he's gonna be working here for another 2 years for the sake of money. Is it really worth separating with family and friends? How if another 5 years you can own a business which can guaranty upkeep your livelihood until the end of your life. It cost 129000 Taka (RM6000) to construct few units of house to be rented. That's what he's going to do, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"duduk saja tunggu duit masuk"&lt;/span&gt; was what he said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So, be a just cleaner for some years and you can drive some Benz's. Could it be simple as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even if it's not true, isn't it strange that they are still coming here with burdensome they carry just to be a cleaner? Don't ignore when it might be a fact that one day, when the one you spit a spittle to, will be scattering you a puddle with their BMW lol. Whatever it is, RM800-RM900 a month is considered as a real good money to them. By the way, as long as they are not sweeping in our houses too, then I think it's okay lol. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-572055529392496586?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/572055529392496586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=572055529392496586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/572055529392496586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/572055529392496586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-report-part-2.html' title='Holiday Report Part 2'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E860Ovr3Qnc/TjItjTMkiRI/AAAAAAAAArY/WV8SCxZy7ME/s72-c/thowing-away-money-prev1206613446sW9279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4330791137943556426</id><published>2010-06-18T03:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:51:16.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Time (Part. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, ignore the title cause it's not gonna be that way lol. Now let's get it straight. Do you ever feel curious why not all the races in this country can't get along?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; I don't know meh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;maybe because my father hate Malay one, so I oso hate them lo. Maybe, ketiak diorang banyak smelly lah, cannot tahan edi. Or maybe aa, they cannot speak english you know, my Bahasa not so good dey. So, I only talk English la. Tada bole ka?&lt;/span&gt; Cannot you fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtHZS9g8mpI/TjIuBIBLurI/AAAAAAAAArg/LN3fbjK5cvY/s1600/buythis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtHZS9g8mpI/TjIuBIBLurI/AAAAAAAAArg/LN3fbjK5cvY/s320/buythis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634616680661105330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so rude for me when the situation of sitting in one table, and some of us converse in what-fuck language that others could not understand. Especially, in a very loud sound. You feeling me? Not everybody for sure. I'm not the judge to say what's right and what's wrong. Does farting out loud in public is a wrong thing written in laws? So, we all just know it is rude, right? No, it's aggravatingly funny actually.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQrZqu9XD0Y/TBqNZ8GLYOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/W3fDoHVh-PQ/s1600/CatGun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a first time meeting and you so smart to act that way, I believe that second time would be so hard for that people to make appear. Why? You know why :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That particular person will get boring and will start to think (other useful matters that he/she could do if are not there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit, they must be talking bad about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She will feel purposeless to be around&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banyak cantik nak lagi satu point. Dah habis dah lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;....Suddenly, there was a voice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come, Love, I will take you&lt;/span&gt;. It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who Helped me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was Time&lt;/span&gt;, Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time?&lt;/span&gt; asked Love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why did Time help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-4330791137943556426?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4330791137943556426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4330791137943556426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4330791137943556426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4330791137943556426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-and-time-part-2.html' title='Love and Time (Part. 2)'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtHZS9g8mpI/TjIuBIBLurI/AAAAAAAAArg/LN3fbjK5cvY/s72-c/buythis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4228574304129235571</id><published>2010-06-16T07:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:54:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here we go, a very fast writing! First of all, I'm sorry for the delay. I didn't fulfill the promise I made. I just had so much problems in doing so. Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have things to write. I always do but it's hard to make focus right now. I'll be keeping on this crap just to make you guys know that I'm still living, lol. So, what's the material for today? You tell me yeah! Geez it's not that easy to blog, I need something to mood altering myself. I don't know how to tell but it's not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q07QskHzMbU/TjIumH5fJjI/AAAAAAAAAro/bOoQGvXzNyE/s1600/try-hard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-q07QskHzMbU/TjIumH5fJjI/AAAAAAAAAro/bOoQGvXzNyE/s320/try-hard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634617316283983410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, now I'll be random. Think, think, think! (almost 5minutes passed) - I feel like talking about how we work things out. About how we go after to something we really want. How we let go of something we ever wanted. About how we get forget the things that we wanted before. It could be anything. Your dreams, your position target, your goals, your love. Maybe, sometimes we let yesterday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will work hard to buy this diamond ring"&lt;/span&gt; and today, you let if off-lying being just a dream. Life's difficult. I don't have it coming about this ever since I am just nobody. Who would know my name and who would listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make you go 'blablabla' while reading this. But, I just want to tell you, everything that we want is possible. Once we fall, that's absolutely not the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;finish line.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Thomas Edison was interviewed by a young reporter who boldly asked  Mr. Edison if he felt like a failure and if he thought he should just  give up by now. Perplexed, Edison replied, "Young man, why would I feel  like a failure? And why would I ever give up? I now know definitively  over 9,000 ways that an electric light bulb will not work. Success is  almost in my grasp." And shortly after that, and over 10,000 attempts,  Edison invented the light bulb&lt;/span&gt;. (Sorry, I just want to tell something what my Physics teacher ever said when I was in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's just a balderdash, you won't lose a single penny to make believe. It's just you, you need to become the Rules Player in doing it. Don't let others affect your showdown. And yeah, in love, it takes two to tango. If you want, I know you can make it, and if you don't.. Erghh I just remember this Malay quotes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak seribu daya. Taknak seribu&lt;/span&gt; err.. okay that's corny. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bila hati mahu, tak penat kau cuba tangkap. Bila tak nak, lagi macam-macam kau cakap"&lt;/span&gt;. You choose. I mean, that thing you wanted. Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-4228574304129235571?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4228574304129235571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4228574304129235571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4228574304129235571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4228574304129235571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-train.html' title='Last Train'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q07QskHzMbU/TjIumH5fJjI/AAAAAAAAAro/bOoQGvXzNyE/s72-c/try-hard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3174369614725332154</id><published>2010-05-20T01:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:58:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Read it if you'd like to know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I just got a new inspiration to blog from someone that I don't really know, bless her. I have tons to write but I can't really focus on which topics to be highlighted. Tell you what, I just can't stand from this feeling of sleepiness, my eyes are heavy and that makes this entry to be called as "Holiday Report Part 1" haha. I will update this blog on Friday about the topic that I seriously DON'T KNOW right now. See you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHhdjNPRGGM/TjIvjVLrtgI/AAAAAAAAArw/RPRE332ZzPI/s1600/salary-man-sleeping-on-the-subway11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHhdjNPRGGM/TjIvjVLrtgI/AAAAAAAAArw/RPRE332ZzPI/s320/salary-man-sleeping-on-the-subway11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634618367821985282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S - My blog is seemingly boring with the old same design. Let me know if there is cool layout for me, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3174369614725332154?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3174369614725332154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3174369614725332154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3174369614725332154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3174369614725332154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/05/read-it-if-youd-like-to-know.html' title='(Read it if you&apos;d like to know)'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHhdjNPRGGM/TjIvjVLrtgI/AAAAAAAAArw/RPRE332ZzPI/s72-c/salary-man-sleeping-on-the-subway11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7570059408701692115</id><published>2010-03-15T16:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:05:54.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gogetlife Epidemic Bangang'/><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, here's another story, A break up with B for C. That ingenuous C then trusted A fully. Don't you think it is dumb? If you C, put your place at B, do you want your girlfriend or boyfriend left you like that. Sucks isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that am I going to write lol. Do you have enemies, you know someone you hated without sensible reason? If you do, you are dealing with Gogetlife Epidemic which is common disease that many people mostly girls are affected. Do you think it is funny? No its not. try to google up to find out the methodical studies about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a) These kind of lifeless person has a tendency of making up bad story about someone that they barely know. They are really having a ball while the disease is arising. Scientist are still going on some experiments to create the vaccine for this affection. It is such a pity for the patient for suffering this funny stupid disease. They don't seem have any better things to do. As add on, these affected people are meant to be named by the scientist as Bangang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Jealousy are the primer reason that scientist can conclude so far. They even love to influence the third party to be like them, it is like a hunger. That is so ill-mannered things that the affected people could do. What do they get for doing it? Satisfaction? Dishonor people in that way are so unacceptable. It's like, they never done any wrongdoings to this Bangang, but Bangang keep making up story about some innocent people. Unfair, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3bsH48Iz0/TjIxik_0s9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ahzVdLoSfuk/s1600/pig-ugly-woman-fat-face.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3bsH48Iz0/TjIxik_0s9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ahzVdLoSfuk/s320/pig-ugly-woman-fat-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634620553910596562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person who's at a critical stage&lt;br /&gt;are known as Queen of Bangang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further information, especially to Bangang, you can call this number to undergo some treatment. 1-800-4UCK-YOUR6ELF. The government is now fabricating The Retardation Centre for these helpless people, good news right? May you rot in your own living hell that you have created. So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7570059408701692115?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7570059408701692115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7570059408701692115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7570059408701692115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7570059408701692115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3bsH48Iz0/TjIxik_0s9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ahzVdLoSfuk/s72-c/pig-ugly-woman-fat-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4961556990906724743</id><published>2010-02-13T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:49:47.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budaya Apa Sajalah</title><content type='html'>Budaya barat budaya kita, tiada lagi yang berbeza.&lt;br /&gt;Istilah 'budaya barat' tidak patut diguna pakai.&lt;br /&gt;Lapuk kan saya katakan.&lt;br /&gt;Apa di barat yang kita tiada? Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budaya barat tidak patut dicontohi, hakikatnya itu senario kini.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan tak sedar diri, cuma membetulkan bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;Macam kurang ajar, tapi peduli apa, blog aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budaya kita semua? Budaya kini? Budaya apa lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Namakan saja, kan tiada yang berubah.&lt;br /&gt;Dunia, kan sampai penghujungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang kena? Mak bapak? Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Diri kau lah, kan otak terletak, akal diberi.&lt;br /&gt;Salah sendiri, fikir sendiri. Sibuk salahkan yang lain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-4961556990906724743?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4961556990906724743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4961556990906724743' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4961556990906724743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4961556990906724743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/02/budaya-apa-sajalah.html' title='Budaya Apa Sajalah'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-9093651355214250041</id><published>2010-02-09T20:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:07:18.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networking Changing Trends Blogging Aging'/><title type='text'>Hit the ball more if you refuse to take a lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And this is my first entry for 2010. Its aging, I've been layin down of this mainstream activity for quite sometime. Even when I go online I dont have time for writing. I could blog everyday but who would read them if its just like a diary. Still, people dont find reading that fun. Unlike, 4-5 years ago, people will consistently maintain their blogs. Now, the scenario has totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ya think, sending email is sexy? But, social networking is taken place as a new addiction among internet users. Not something shocking anymore when you go to cyber cafe and seeing a bunch of primary school students on Facebook and MySpace. Duhh, I still remember that I created my MySpace account when I was in form 2. Now I feel that I left behind, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z12FiUWRUR8/TjIxynH89LI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Wy944AZb8WA/s1600/internet_troll.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z12FiUWRUR8/TjIxynH89LI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Wy944AZb8WA/s320/internet_troll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634620829359469746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont have any points to highlight actually. Just randomly bullshiting, ya know, since Im way too free I presume. Eventhough, Im having a test tomorrow, haha. So, I'll do reading after this. Then, I will continue with some other works, tett! I will fall asleep while reading normally, dont blame me. Its a hell boring thing we both know that, hehe. Eh, I suddenly wonder about my twitter account, I still dont find that microblogging thingy is exciting like other people do. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-9093651355214250041?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/9093651355214250041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=9093651355214250041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/9093651355214250041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/9093651355214250041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2010/02/hit-ball-more-if-you-refuse-to-take.html' title='Hit the ball more if you refuse to take a lesson'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z12FiUWRUR8/TjIxynH89LI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Wy944AZb8WA/s72-c/internet_troll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1207837341022128876</id><published>2009-12-26T07:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:09:25.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;As we all know, 2010 is coming right up very soon. I certain most of us are feeling thrilled and excited to say goodbye to the memorable year of 2009. I myself had so many unforgettable moments during this year. Its been a long journey for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we step on to the next year, guess what is the favorite topic? Indeed, some people will might be asking, &lt;i&gt;what's your new goals, dude? &lt;/i&gt;Somehow, its a nice try to start the conversation lol.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Speaking about a new determination that we want to achieve, what happened to the previous one? Do you still remember, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even have forgot what am I suppose to bring to pass this year, haha. Eh, but I made my way to the few things I planned, feel *cough* proud *cough* of myself, heh. But see, I noticed, there's no point of doing that. People will tend to brush it off, sooner or later. To whom I said, get overcome! Haha just joking. No, Im serious actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I always try to remind myself with some kind of to-do-list? Notes on the wall? I dont know how you name them but its working on me. I sticked some inspiring notes on my wall in my room at campus. Blergh I hate when my college mates reading it out loud. They probably think that Im such helpless? Haha. I dont care much anyway. God help those who help themselves, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, what am I trying to say here is, just kill the person that you wanna kill. Break her heart apart if you think that its alright. Run away from your house and start living on the street. Do everything that you wanna do! Life's too short to bother about what people say to you. Party like tomorrow is your funeral. Enjoy 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UxoqO50sgY/TjIyXicy9OI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ss1nOwD4ocw/s1600/bruno1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UxoqO50sgY/TjIyXicy9OI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ss1nOwD4ocw/s320/bruno1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634621463759877346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruno. An idiot of the year but the legend for fags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, see him at the bright sight haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1207837341022128876?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1207837341022128876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1207837341022128876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1207837341022128876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1207837341022128876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/12/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UxoqO50sgY/TjIyXicy9OI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ss1nOwD4ocw/s72-c/bruno1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7586921664193068845</id><published>2009-11-28T06:12:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:00:01.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool shoes Supra Adidas Nike New Balance'/><title type='text'>It's GNARLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I was so dying while looking at these ;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what's got into my list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; New Balance : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;New Balance P485 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIXWrtk-ZVA/TjJZ2j8aG3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/j9KWCjD0FI0/s1600/new-balance-p485-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIXWrtk-ZVA/TjJZ2j8aG3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/j9KWCjD0FI0/s320/new-balance-p485-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664877690329970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well, it looks so fucking attractive. I was stunned at first and was like 'is it really a New Balance' because I never seen they release something like this before. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; Adidas : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Jeremy Scott Wings (gold)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJ2q1c_loQk/TjJZ2Z6i_EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/drW0wPRmAHU/s1600/adidas-originals-jeremy-scott-js-wings-Gold.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJ2q1c_loQk/TjJZ2Z6i_EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/drW0wPRmAHU/s320/adidas-originals-jeremy-scott-js-wings-Gold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664874998168642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I remember my friend was try fitting this shoes at Pavilion, long time before. I guess there's only 10pairs circulated here in Malaysia? It's a really cool one, love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; Nike : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dunk Hi SB "GUCCI" Colorway !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vpth3bAGxE/TjJZ2YtiWeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/c-49u9C_IEY/s1600/1149102450_7403.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vpth3bAGxE/TjJZ2YtiWeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/c-49u9C_IEY/s320/1149102450_7403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664874675165666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ahha, it might look simple to you but I really like it. The one I've seen here in Malaysia though, closely looked like a China-made, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#3 &lt;/span&gt;Supra : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Skytop Dark Green !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2O9OvIY8Jw/TjJZ2PdCeeI/AAAAAAAAAso/B8y_8eIVpb4/s1600/Supra%2BSkytop%2BDark%2BGreen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2O9OvIY8Jw/TjJZ2PdCeeI/AAAAAAAAAso/B8y_8eIVpb4/s320/Supra%2BSkytop%2BDark%2BGreen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664872190048738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You see the color, ohh baby..! I've tried this before, couldn't afford it lol (RM600 just in case you wondering). So stylish isn't it! Trust me, its hard to let it go, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#2 &lt;/span&gt;Adidas : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ransom Valley (black) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO_oImsQQrw/TjJZ1y2w1PI/AAAAAAAAAsg/mlebQ-dfsu4/s1600/adidas-ransom-valley-black-1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO_oImsQQrw/TjJZ1y2w1PI/AAAAAAAAAsg/mlebQ-dfsu4/s320/adidas-ransom-valley-black-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634664864513316082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One word, classic! A brilliant design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; Supra : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Skytop II&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VWxVb6HtY4/TjJYv0AJAoI/AAAAAAAAAsY/WRFlIDeeNOk/s1600/supra-skytop-ii-2-world-tour-flyer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VWxVb6HtY4/TjJYv0AJAoI/AAAAAAAAAsY/WRFlIDeeNOk/s320/supra-skytop-ii-2-world-tour-flyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634663662230241922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This fucking hot thang? Its really impossible to get when you living in Malaysia lol. Pray that there will be more releasing out. I hate this shoes really, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29px; "&gt;#?&lt;/span&gt; Supra : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Vaider GBR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQNIG2mGRkY/TjJYWyFQJxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3UFOcjBF_9Y/s1600/vaider-gbr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQNIG2mGRkY/TjJYWyFQJxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3UFOcjBF_9Y/s320/vaider-gbr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634663232218081042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up with just this, it was a last piece, jodoh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many else that really caught my eyes, such as Nike(SB especially), Adidas, Supra, LV, ZARA, Puma and etc. You know, I can stand straight for 6hrs just looking through of them. Its kind of normal right, heh. So, did I miss anything? PLEASE LET ME SEE IT, CAUSE THAT WILL DO! Haha. Thank you for dropping by.&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/1884791025709969752-7586921664193068845?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7586921664193068845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7586921664193068845' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7586921664193068845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7586921664193068845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-gnarly.html' title='It&apos;s GNARLY'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIXWrtk-ZVA/TjJZ2j8aG3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/j9KWCjD0FI0/s72-c/new-balance-p485-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8599276474999042184</id><published>2009-11-22T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:08:48.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangkap Melayu Minum Arak Malaysia Negara Islam'/><title type='text'>Tutup Sahaja Habis Cerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Salam sejahtera kepada semua pembaca, terutamanya kepada pengikut. Maaf kerana membiarkan blog ini berhantu, heh. Maaf juga diminta jika topik ini kurang senang kepada sesetengah individu. Saya cuma ingin meluahkan apa yang terlintas, mana lagi kalau bukan sini tempatnya. Satu isu yang lapuk, tapi masih diperkatakan. Bagai menegakkan benang yang basah saja bunyinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menghalang Melayu ke kelab malam. Apa tujuannya? Populasi Malaysia kini sudah melebihi 28 juta penduduk dan majoritinya Melayu. Sememangnya Islam agama rasmi di negara kita. Persoalan yang dibangkitkan oleh sesetengah pihak ialah kenapa kegiatan maksiat diberi laluan. Betul, tapi kenapa? Demand? Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Semuanya tiada persepakatan dalam membanteras dan melakukan sesuatu, semuanya dilakukan sebab duit dan tanggungjawab&lt;/span&gt;. If you know what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apa yang cuba dilakukan oleh pihak berkuasa hanyalah mengurangkan. Mustahil untuk membanterasnya. Sibuk sana sini kes tangkap Melayu minum arak. Apa hasilnya? Ada juga yang Melayu yang minum arak, banyak kedai boleh dapat. Kenapa tak tutup sahaja kelab-kelab malam dan pub? Tutup kilang arak di Shah Alam tuh. Menghalang minuman keras masuk ke Malaysia. Bukan ke senang membanterasnya terus ke induk?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika Malaysia negara demokrasi, di mana hak individu? Haha. Okay, saya bukan nak membangkitkan isu 'kenapa Melayu tak boleh minum arak'. Saya cuma tertanya2 atas dasar apa sesetengah pihak menghalang Melayu ke kelab malam. Jika nak fikir dosa, merokok tuh pun haram kerana boleh memudaratkan kesihatan. Kenapa tidak mengenakan embargo kepada minuman keras? Ops, kita pengeluar dan yang mengeksport ke? Sudah semestinya ia tidak akan berlaku kerana ia mendatangkan keuntungan kepada satu pihak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika isu maksiat dibangkitkan, saya jugak boleh menyatakan saya ke kelab malam untuk menari dan berjumpa rakan2. Ia dalam isu beriadah, haha. Okay, cukup kelakar tapi hak individu mesti dijaga, urusan akhirat, fikir la sendiri. Saya rasa tiada sebab yang munasabah jika menghalang Melayu pergi ke kelab malam, sedangkan tempat itu sendiri bertapak di negara kita. Kata nak ikut peraturan Islam, hapuskanlah segala pembabitan yang berkenaan maksiat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Peringatan&lt;/span&gt;, saya tidak bertelegah dalam isu Islam dan saya tidak melawan apa2 juga kandungannya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mustahil kan nak tutup premis seperti ini? Tempat itu mendatangkan income kepada negara. Cukai dikenakan pada minuman keras kan? Kilang arak tuh pun berbayar kan? Bayar kat sapa? Mengurangkan pengganguran, betul. Juga merupakan lokasi pelancong2 yang datang ke negara kita. Siapa yang memerintah negara? Dan kenapa isu ini tidak pernah akan habis?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBOxCCa0HU/TjJcXSOCuLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lVaXts2IHqs/s1600/KLARC%2527s%2BFat%2BCat%2Bcartoon1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBOxCCa0HU/TjJcXSOCuLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lVaXts2IHqs/s320/KLARC%2527s%2BFat%2BCat%2Bcartoon1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634667638891395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seperti biasa, kita melihat sesuatu dari segi keburukan, dan kurang jelas tentang kebaikannya. Saya cakap ikut kepala, saya tidak meracuni fikiran mana2 pihak, saya penulis amatur katakan. Jadi, marilah terangkan jika saya yang salah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8599276474999042184?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8599276474999042184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8599276474999042184' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8599276474999042184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8599276474999042184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/11/tutup-sahaja-habis-cerita.html' title='Tutup Sahaja Habis Cerita'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBOxCCa0HU/TjJcXSOCuLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lVaXts2IHqs/s72-c/KLARC%2527s%2BFat%2BCat%2Bcartoon1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3411558950354444391</id><published>2009-09-05T08:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:11:39.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfection in Human Ideology of Perfection'/><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its 8.15am and Im still awake. After I proved my classmate that I represented my school in quatrain(haha) by creating stanza of four lines in one minute, we had some funny conversations. He even said that Im a freak because I go alone for shopping, going to class etc. I think it just him who doesnt know that most of people do that as well LOL. When he slept, I've got this theory comes to my mind again. About WHY PEOPLE CAN NEVER BE PERFECT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXIZxTmxdo/TjJc-a1j5YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/N02vhZj8-1s/s1600/blackboard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXIZxTmxdo/TjJc-a1j5YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/N02vhZj8-1s/s320/blackboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634668311219529090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the simple ideas of perfection in human.&lt;br /&gt;For the first impression, people think that you are perfect because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your looks. Whether you are beautiful or handsome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How you dress up. What kind of car you drive. Accessories that you're wearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personality. Have a great social skills. Well-mannered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are genius or smarter than your peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Do you think that you've got all of these characteristics? Think again. If the answer is YES means you are dealing with an attitude of self-conceited LOL. Differently, you try to think WHY. Why you're not perfect. You might have this thought popped up in your mind like 'WHY I AM NOT AS PERFECT AS HIM/HER'. While the person that you are pointing to is thinking of the same thing as you do. Okay, Let me try to explain this logic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get started to my points, I want you guys to know that it is just my experience and life I've been going through so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You came from the rich and great family. You could get anything with the money you have. But God has made you maybe with not good looking like your friends who are pretty or handsome, not as smart as your classmates. WHY? It probably because when you get all that you must be proud of yourself, over reacted and always degrading others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are such a smart ass in a class. But you afraid to talk to the girls or boys around you just because you dont have a good personality. Simply, you maybe lack in confidence and not as spunky as your other friends, MAT REMPIT friends especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a good looking appearance. You are pretty, adorable, handsome, thats for the first impression when people see you. But you are not rich, you living in so-so standard of life because maybe when you have all that in package you might use that to get the girls or maybe living in a bad social life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What you think is gonna happen when someone is perfect? You can think with the brain given to you right? Im not gonna go deeper to that point. I know some of you might say people are not equal based from the experiences we had. But in terms of situation of life, the challenge we face, its almost the same. The different is just our empathetic ability to confront or deal with the tricky situation. Still, we can never ran off from many problems or hard situation LOL. Get the idea? Damn, its hard to put it all into words if you try.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyMCD8NCeUM/TjJc-DdbkTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TbMOTv78Zb0/s1600/sleeping_babies_tracy_raver_16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyMCD8NCeUM/TjJc-DdbkTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TbMOTv78Zb0/s320/sleeping_babies_tracy_raver_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634668304944304434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess thats all for today. Adios.&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/1884791025709969752-3411558950354444391?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3411558950354444391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3411558950354444391' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3411558950354444391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3411558950354444391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXIZxTmxdo/TjJc-a1j5YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/N02vhZj8-1s/s72-c/blackboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5273579695299151851</id><published>2009-09-03T13:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:13:45.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over the responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why do they mad at you for the wrong-doing you not intending to head? Aren't they suppose to interpret or explain in intelligent manner so that you able to do it right/better next time? To give comment, not to &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CONDEMN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For me its a two different words. I get annoyed when this happen to me. I've been thinking why must they show that kind of manner instead of showing good judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They comment you rigorously but along with that, they tell you the correct way to solve that matter, ACCEPTABLE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling you names for the mistakes you've done and then they push you aside. They treat you bad and ignore you after it happened, UNREASONABLE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHF6ziOEYhw/TjJdeDmP8UI/AAAAAAAAAto/2BAfRPkn6Tg/s1600/no_bitching.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHF6ziOEYhw/TjJdeDmP8UI/AAAAAAAAAto/2BAfRPkn6Tg/s320/no_bitching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634668854737105218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was happened to me and some of my classmates when we've been given an assignment on drawing symbols(in construction). So, we surfed the internet and some was looking for references from the library. There are countless symbol in construction so we need to submit along the symbols(reference) together with the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my assignment, she complained that she never seen one of the symbols I drew. Yet the symbol was from the reference I had. No mark for that as what she claimed. Whaaatt thee farkkk isss wronggg withh whoree(her)? She expected to see things that she knows. What I know is,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Knowledge has no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before we proceed with the assignment, she never told us what kind of symbols we should really do. We only learned the format of drawing symbol. Its totally unfair, she never teach symbols to us and expected the first assignment to be perfect. She was so condemning us that day. Never mind though, I couldn't complain much about it. Perfection, something that we're impossible to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in mood in furthering this blog. See you another time people.&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/1884791025709969752-5273579695299151851?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5273579695299151851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5273579695299151851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5273579695299151851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5273579695299151851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-over-responsibility.html' title='Get over the responsibility'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHF6ziOEYhw/TjJdeDmP8UI/AAAAAAAAAto/2BAfRPkn6Tg/s72-c/no_bitching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5571911133613670086</id><published>2009-08-15T13:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:18:59.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying Love Relationship Distance Relationship'/><title type='text'>Like it or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back in time, I wrote something like 'best things about being single' and stuff like that. I was motivating myself to be strong and to plant the great feelings of being single. Yea, I've enjoyed enough untill one day I fell in love with this 'budak masam', entah apa entah nama dia. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's staying away from the place I study now. We started our relationship on my 3rd week study in Perak. I should have looked one in here(campus) right? Beside picking someone that miles away from me. But, love is blind, I could not make you see it....... *chuckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, we should not being in love in young age(like I said before LOL), I mean while we studying. The reason they can conclude like it will distract and minify performance in studies . Yes its true, it can be the time factor(unbalanced) or no mutual understanding between them and many others. Somehow, technically for what I felt, we can actually feel the responsibility emerged while we crazily in love. I don't know if you know what I mean. (malas nak terangkan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pEcBwg5gCA/TjJews9zxeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/R4KZqqeLqn0/s1600/Spear_36111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pEcBwg5gCA/TjJews9zxeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/R4KZqqeLqn0/s320/Spear_36111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634670274591049186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can write many other good things of being in love but you can ask yourself right? Im feeling sleepy now that's why. After all, it was not a bad idea being in love while we studying. &lt;em&gt;Kalo duk dekak asek tubek manjang susah jugok, nati dop nghindu mun tawu. Kalo kena gayo, eh caro die!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Visit &lt;a href="http://alreadyoverit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alreadyoverit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the reason of viewing this blog. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5571911133613670086?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5571911133613670086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5571911133613670086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5571911133613670086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5571911133613670086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-it-or-not.html' title='Like it or not'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pEcBwg5gCA/TjJews9zxeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/R4KZqqeLqn0/s72-c/Spear_36111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7155428465883914020</id><published>2009-07-23T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:18:03.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let It Be Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaogNC0-0A4/TjJeeYzueWI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f2CwSN2QzM4/s1600/28912_1301468893259_1126554675_30732687_2069563_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-YaogNC0-0A4/TjJeeYzueWI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f2CwSN2QzM4/s320/28912_1301468893259_1126554675_30732687_2069563_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634669959942404450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proposition : Guys would go on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comment : Its quite right, I've seen. But not all of them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7155428465883914020?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7155428465883914020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7155428465883914020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7155428465883914020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7155428465883914020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-let-it-be-love.html' title='Don&apos;t Let It Be Love'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaogNC0-0A4/TjJeeYzueWI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f2CwSN2QzM4/s72-c/28912_1301468893259_1126554675_30732687_2069563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5906851571315845831</id><published>2009-07-23T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:25:24.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kata Ganti Diri Bahasa Melayu Sekarang'/><title type='text'>Bahasa Melayu tetap menjadi kegemaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saya kerap membaca surat khabar, terutamanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;KOSMO!&lt;/span&gt; dan Berita Harian, tuh pun roomates yang beli, hehe. Timbul satu kekeliruan dalam penggunaan bahasa yang saya tidak tahu kepada siapa hendak dirujuk. Dalam kursus bahasa, UiTM tidak memiliki kursus Bahasa dan Kesusasteraan Melayu. Hanya kursus Bahasa Inggeris, Bahasa Arab dan Mandarin ditawarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu sahaja soalan yang ingin saya bentang iaitu penggunaan kata ganti diri yang ketiga, beliau. Beliau merupakan kata ganti diri yang hanya digunakan untuk orang yang terhormat. Contoh, ibu bapa, guru dan pemimpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila saya membaca surat khabar, kenapa kata ganti diri ini digunakan kepada orang-orang awam yang biasa? Pernah baru-baru ini saya membaca surat khabar melayu yang menggunakan beliau untuk penjenayah. Banyak lagi boleh saya tunjukkan sebagai bukti, nasib baik la surat khabar tuh takda kat tangan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az97M-8FrmI/TjJf-BlG0EI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NsqwN7RyZkI/s1600/kid_reading_newspaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az97M-8FrmI/TjJf-BlG0EI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NsqwN7RyZkI/s320/kid_reading_newspaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634671602974511170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mungkinkah saya yang ketinggalan zaman dalam penggunaan bahasa atau penulis-penulis surat khabar tuh yang tak reti menulis? Diharap ada yang dapat menjelaskan kekeliruan ini. Jadi, janganlah kita hanya tahu komen, sebaliknya kita perbetulkan apa yang salah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5906851571315845831?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5906851571315845831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5906851571315845831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5906851571315845831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5906851571315845831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/07/bahasa-melayu-tetap-menjadi-kegemaran.html' title='Bahasa Melayu tetap menjadi kegemaran'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az97M-8FrmI/TjJf-BlG0EI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NsqwN7RyZkI/s72-c/kid_reading_newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1432981269474553132</id><published>2009-06-24T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:29:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahead Of Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Your father gives you loads of money just like that. What do you think you gonna do with that money? Good deeds? Bullshit. When you get something easily, I don't think every people will appreciate it. Its a fact right? Yeah, this might be in your head temporary, next day you forget cause you're not experience it yourself. It can be generally about money, love and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I'm talking about my experience in love. I don't know what to say, its kinda like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;easy get in, easy get out&lt;/span&gt;. When they get something painlessly from you, I'm pretty sure they're not gonna be grateful. Now, I've been single for long. I'm looking while testifying something that you don't really need to know. Yes, I am humbly say that I am not the guy you can mess around about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to really love someone. Lesson learnt and I'm happy for the things have done. Either good or bad, I just take it and try to be nerveless. I think I'm handling problems about this very well, all the stressed can be swept over. Not all of it, but I still can make myself smile, be happy. Its a lie if I'm telling you I don't feel anything about the past, if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy14NGpoMK4/TjJhKjd0mHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ybpmCc0Nm-M/s1600/070218_moveforward.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy14NGpoMK4/TjJhKjd0mHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ybpmCc0Nm-M/s320/070218_moveforward.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634672917740820594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what's my point, actually. I think I'm here now just telling you a story? Haha. Anyway, I'm going Perak this friday to further studies in Uitm Sri Iskandar. So, Its gonna be hard for me to update my blog. Well, you know, I started blogging after my SPM which I have nothing much to do with the life lol. Now, I have a mission so, hope to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1432981269474553132?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1432981269474553132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1432981269474553132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1432981269474553132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1432981269474553132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahead-of-me.html' title='Ahead Of Me?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy14NGpoMK4/TjJhKjd0mHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ybpmCc0Nm-M/s72-c/070218_moveforward.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-6729302465682286617</id><published>2009-06-22T00:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:31:08.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kebodohan Sesetengah Indonesia Otak Sempit'/><title type='text'>Tiny Minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bodoh! Siapa kau untuk menimbang dosa orang-orang Islam? Jangan kau ingat diri kau itu orang yang suci dan tidak pernah melakukan dosa. Sekecil mana pun dosa yang kau lakukan kau masih tidak layak untuk membuat penilaian tentang itu. Pandai mencari kesalahan orang tapi diri sendiri bersuara bagaikan anjing menyalak belakang rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak payahlah kau bercakap pasal sejarah. Sejarah itu semua kisah yang lampau dan tak mungkin boleh diubah. Tambahan pula, kalau betul la kami ini suka negara kami dijajah orang asing, tidaklah kami meminta kemerdekaan secara aman dahulu kala. Haihh, aku pun tidak tahu kenapa lah aku bersusah payah menulis blog ini semata-mata nak menunjukkan lagi kebodohan kalian yang sangat terserlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog ini bukan lah satu pengisytiharan untuk berperang tapi, perlu ke semua itu? Hujah-hujah sinis itu semua untuk apa? Mengubah keadaan yang terjadi menjadi lebih baik? Itu bukan kata-kata yang kias la budak. You came here and looking for jobs. Some of you even came here illegally and without permit. Its a business what I call it. Don't be dumb. If you think that coming to Malaysia putting yourself into troubles, don't come then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau nak kata apa lagi? Negara Malaysia negara peniru? Dasar otak sempit. Malas untuk aku buat kajian tentang Batik yang kau katakan asalnya dari negara kalian, tapi kalau betul pun apa kena mengena batik di sini dan di negara kalian? As far as I know, Malaysia is doing business and notifying the world about Batik. What's the matter with that? Kalau kau kata orang yang mengutip najis-najis binatang ternakan kau tuh bodoh, kau tak sedar yang kau memanggil diri kau sendiri. How idiotic is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbIFkLdsPp4/TjJhfSje3oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z-AkCBCDyks/s1600/19951004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbIFkLdsPp4/TjJhfSje3oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z-AkCBCDyks/s320/19951004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634673273978412674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who invented car you ask me, and now what? You also wanna tell me that the industrialist from Japan, Sakichi Toyoda was a copycat of the German engineer, Karl Benz? The conclusion gonna be like 'Jepun meniru Jerman'? What an ass thinking. I admit and what I've seen they are brilliant in industrial and to retailing. They know the ideas and they make it better. Depa semua nak kutuk pun, ukur seluar dalam di punggung sendiri la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihh malas la nak berhujah panjang-panjang semata-mata nak cuba buat kalian sedar sebab korang sudah terlalu extremis menjadi anti-Malaysia. Kalian itu seperti najis yang ditanam beratus kaki di bawah bumi tapi masih berbau busuk, faham tak? Sampai disini saja ingin aku katakan kepada pemilik website &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/malingsia"&gt;SAMPAH&lt;/a&gt; ini dan sekutunya. Sedarlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-6729302465682286617?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/6729302465682286617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=6729302465682286617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6729302465682286617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/6729302465682286617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiny-minded.html' title='Tiny Minded'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbIFkLdsPp4/TjJhfSje3oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z-AkCBCDyks/s72-c/19951004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8727620273621561471</id><published>2009-06-08T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:31:53.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just had this thought again. It happens among my friends and I believe on yours too. Did you ever be carved up by your friends? They ignore you for no reason just because you have problems with one particular friend. I mean why must you be an enemy to your friend's enemy? Whereas, its just a small matter like talk behind your back, you know kids stuff lol. I have no idea why must be on that way. I dont think that Im in that kind, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hear someone says that you are fucking ass backstabber, how terrible you are, I think as long as you not making any troubles with me, I am cool being your friend. Im just gonna be more careful though. How can a smoke appear if there's no fire right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6vpvyGUIMM/TjJh1wIzOFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/HInu86uUJxc/s1600/Tiger%2BHug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6vpvyGUIMM/TjJh1wIzOFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/HInu86uUJxc/s320/Tiger%2BHug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634673659876685906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I heard you killed someone yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But, its okay baby, I love you still."&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/1884791025709969752-8727620273621561471?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8727620273621561471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8727620273621561471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8727620273621561471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8727620273621561471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/06/gang-bang.html' title='Gang Bang'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6vpvyGUIMM/TjJh1wIzOFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/HInu86uUJxc/s72-c/Tiger%2BHug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3187981097252912571</id><published>2009-06-02T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:35:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is sad sad situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Im so sad right now. I feel like there's nobody around me. Im weak and I feel like wanna cry in my bed, like I always did all this time. I couldn't ask for more cause I feel I don't deserve it. I am sucked and I will always be. HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just pretending being sad. I just had this question on my mind. Is it a human nature when people loves to see their not-really-friend stumbling down? I mean its like you were friend with this person and there's conflict happened between you and him/her. One day, you're having a hard time and you found out that this guy is so damn happy to know the situation your into, just because you are falling down. Damn suck right? What can we do then? Cause I don't know, what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say, if you think that you have loadsa haters around, just act cool. Never shows the real anger and the sadness inside. They might be jumping high out of universe when they get to know the bad news about you. Tell the whole world when you are having good times along with prideful instead of telling your sad situation. Even its abit, but still hurts, you could actually kill them slowly. Really you know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xjpWHclN2I/TjJir-RmJaI/AAAAAAAAAug/ZXmj7YWzFoM/s1600/cartoon5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xjpWHclN2I/TjJir-RmJaI/AAAAAAAAAug/ZXmj7YWzFoM/s320/cartoon5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634674591384610210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS - To my haters. You are totally a lacky ass. Actually, its nice having some kind of assholes like you around. Without you guys, my life wouldn't be interesting anymore and I'd rather kill myself lol. Keep the jokes up alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3187981097252912571?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3187981097252912571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3187981097252912571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3187981097252912571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3187981097252912571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-sad-sad-situation.html' title='This is sad sad situation'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xjpWHclN2I/TjJir-RmJaI/AAAAAAAAAug/ZXmj7YWzFoM/s72-c/cartoon5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5705387615815151686</id><published>2009-05-24T23:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:37:03.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmness Of The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I believe you guys are being burned by the current whether right. Yeah its getting hot, man. Well, cant really do anything with it. So, Now Im at my friend's place here again in Serdang. Klang is boring, I've got nomore friends in Klang and kinda wondering where they are. Thank god I've got my little baby Aimi to accompany me for this whole weekend. Damnit, cepat la awak balik! Well yeah, she's my new love, I feel so damn alive when she's around and now missing her like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Im telling you a story about a guy who had enough with some girls. He's been telling me that he's already sick being fooled by those bitches who really loves to FLIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; "Why? Aren't you like it? Its gonna be easy right for you to get them when they fooling around like that?"&lt;/span&gt; He said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Damn NO. Im not like a some fucking prat guys who thinks they are cool in every ways and play hard flirting back with those slags. I just need LOVE, for real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He constantly finds that girls aren't so smart as they conceived. Thus, this guy never fall for it. Do you ever thought that your girlfriend might actually jerking off behind your back? This guy even said he's very annoyed with this kind of girl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxrVYYzKFO4/TjJi81i1egI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XNuv0_SNodM/s1600/one_woman_many_men_picture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxrVYYzKFO4/TjJi81i1egI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XNuv0_SNodM/s320/one_woman_many_men_picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634674881098775042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dia ingat aku apa? Panggil sayang la, baby la. But in the mean time ada lelaki lain yang dia suka, and sometimes da ada boyfriend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA. I thought only guys got the guts to do that in here. Seems they are quite outranking us now. After what I've seen, we should change our mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T AL-FUCKIN-WAYS BLAME ADAMS WHEN THE PROBLEMS GET FLOAT UP IN RELATIONSHIP. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eat that shit!"&lt;/span&gt; as he claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah la dunia, saya pun makin tak mengerti *sigh Thanks for reading the story, I just made that simple. Just dont get angry, this man got the right points and he obviously not marking all the girls alright. Okay then, see you guys later. And please, be faithful to your partner lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5705387615815151686?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5705387615815151686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5705387615815151686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5705387615815151686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5705387615815151686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/warmness-of-soul.html' title='Warmness Of The Soul'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxrVYYzKFO4/TjJi81i1egI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XNuv0_SNodM/s72-c/one_woman_many_men_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-2488838981518740754</id><published>2009-05-21T16:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:40:12.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mods Party KL 2009'/><title type='text'>MODERN FLASHBACK SC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, Im just helping my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wak_doyok"&gt;Wak&lt;/a&gt; (actually dia pakcik aku lol) to promote this cool party. I heard the party was really blast like past years. I also heard they can't wait for the next mods party. Sounds magical to me when the scene is still living till today. Lets get back to 60's where people dressing very smart and smooth in their suits, also with the wicked hairstyles lol. If Im free I might be going to this party. I guess, I will get myself broke very soon or just steal my dad's old attire. Its more saving huh? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rio9f2mYCkM/TjJjW8Bn-yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ZGf31wNK-to/s1600/52045_140239489355059_100001070258774_207382_6250583_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rio9f2mYCkM/TjJjW8Bn-yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ZGf31wNK-to/s320/52045_140239489355059_100001070258774_207382_6250583_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634675329515125538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Venue&lt;/span&gt; : Changkat Bukit Bintang, KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt; : July 4th 2009 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ticket&lt;/span&gt; : RM15 (soft drink) / RM20 (beer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can contact &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wak_doyok"&gt;Wak&lt;/a&gt; (0193587610) for more details about this party. He's a nice guy don't worry lol. As written in the flyer,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SMART ATTIRE ONLY!&lt;/span&gt; See you at the party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-2488838981518740754?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/2488838981518740754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=2488838981518740754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2488838981518740754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2488838981518740754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/modern-flashback-sc.html' title='MODERN FLASHBACK SC'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rio9f2mYCkM/TjJjW8Bn-yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ZGf31wNK-to/s72-c/52045_140239489355059_100001070258774_207382_6250583_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1412179959881809238</id><published>2009-05-19T10:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:40:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid as I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Im a loser in love but always telling people about love. Good in motivating but not in practicing. Now Im single and moving on with it. How long would it be, that depends. You don't boo to me when Im falling down, cause in love matter, how many times I fall I will still hold my head up high. Im 18, guys. What should I be worried about, its a normal process in love relationship. People come and go, yeah just like that. Thanks to my man and my bff for being good supporters, without you guys, its still gonna be hard for me. *Montel! If you read this you need to know that I miss you, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life I go back to my ex girlfriends. Never! Im not trying to be cool. What was I thought just they ain't need me anymore. So, why would I go back? Fuck it right. Move on Fariq, its not the end of world living without that girl. Sounds mean? What? Are you gonna say that Im so cruel? Ok, how about Im the one who got dump? Boo again? Well, do I look like I give a fuck? To forget is easy, you just need to hate them. Im fine and yeah, What else to say? I dont know, Im just fine, heh. No such thing as 'behind this smile, got million tears' pfft. When I smile means happy. Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTzgA5yIpUI/TjJjzNFoxzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VkOxtXblLXM/s1600/barney_and_friends-10872.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTzgA5yIpUI/TjJjzNFoxzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VkOxtXblLXM/s320/barney_and_friends-10872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634675815131694898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yna, me and Kaide xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, for those who suffering from hearbroken, *hahaha Fariq acah2 nak jadi doctor love ni* set in your mind that everything's gonna be fine. Tomorrow will be different than today. Obviously, you must know that world goes circle, right? Fair and square. The misery won't last long, so does the happiness. Friends will help you to get through. DOTA will still helping as well, lol. Im such a dotard ever since I play this game. Nevertheless, Jodoh di tangan tuhan, jadi janganlah tuan hamba risau, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in the early morning I checked UiTM website for intake 2009/2010. Alhamdullilah, I've been offered to further my studies there, Diploma in Quantity Surveying for July intake. Where at? Rahsia la.. hehehe. May god bless us all. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1412179959881809238?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1412179959881809238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1412179959881809238' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1412179959881809238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1412179959881809238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-as-i-am.html' title='Stupid as I am'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTzgA5yIpUI/TjJjzNFoxzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VkOxtXblLXM/s72-c/barney_and_friends-10872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4993731940656558921</id><published>2009-05-15T07:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:44:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Publicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What are we gonna do when we're rich? As an 18 years old thinking or some called that Im thinking immaturely I'd say I'll get into business, build up a cafe or investing my money to constitute a business maybe in agriculture or in technology. I'd buy properties as well, accommodate people with a rental house of mine or get a land to build up something. To just dream is pleasing huh? To get it I've such a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we want isn't easy as we look, but still, nothing is impossible. Things are not always what we seem to be. Never expect people will treat you nice even, after you done a good deed. Yea, I GUESS people that commited suicide thought that the world responded them unfairly, like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTiST1TCIVg/TjJkv8KlrNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/d7120U8xC5E/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTiST1TCIVg/TjJkv8KlrNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/d7120U8xC5E/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634676858561080530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARE YOU GONNA SUE ME? HUH? PFFT! AGAIN I REPEAT, THINGS ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT WE SEEM TO BE! I NEVER THOUGHT MY 'PLAYGROUND AREA' MAKES ME THAT FAMOUS. WELL, NAJIB, ARE YOU THERE ALSO READING MY BLOG? AND TO BARRACK OBAMA, HEY THERE! ISA? WOW HELLO! PFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S -  If I have 3 choices, to choose money, power and respect. I'd choose respect for many reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-4993731940656558921?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4993731940656558921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4993731940656558921' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4993731940656558921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4993731940656558921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheap-publicity.html' title='Cheap Publicity'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTiST1TCIVg/TjJkv8KlrNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/d7120U8xC5E/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-2083190770392414596</id><published>2009-05-11T05:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:04:20.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risau jika..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku perlu hidup di Malaysia sampai mati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rakyat Malaysia semakin membahagi antara kaum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melayu semakin bodoh dan menjadi anjing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keadaan politik yang tidak stabil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terus dibenci negara lain seperti Indonesia dan Singapura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kekurangan pekerjaan disebab ketidakstabilan ekonomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rasuah meliar di dalam pentadbiran, pembangunan dan demokrasi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sistem penghakiman yang lemah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semua percaya bahawa ada jalan mudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hilang pemimpin yang beribawa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raja-raja Melayu hilang kuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Negara dimonopoli bangsa Cina dan India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indonesia menjadi bangsa utama di Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been so fucked up and scared I wont get better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The question is... Who's gonna make this world a better place? Is people willing to sacrifice their dignity and pride? Sorry if you find my piece of shit of thoughts offended yourself. Its a blog, people speak a lot and to REACT is still a question...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-2083190770392414596?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/2083190770392414596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=2083190770392414596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2083190770392414596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2083190770392414596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/risau-jika.html' title='Risau jika..'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1774732536168795329</id><published>2009-05-10T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:51:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana mawu pigi daa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I didn't get a place for IPTA I immediately looked up for the websites of IPTS and even private colleges. A friend of mine, Amar asked me to apply for Poly-Tech MARA because as my other friends said it might be a save net for me. So, I guess he's right. I've got the offer letter from them for Pre-Diploma in Science(Physics) in Kota Bharu. Tapi, still mengharap for IPTA cause ada buat rayuan other day. Besides, I've got offer from Unity College International for Diploma of Architectural Technology and Diploma of Civil Engineering. That was last month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnRYcbUfuTI/TjJmVkqMqgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sBz2kl4NOso/s1600/to_do_list2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnRYcbUfuTI/TjJmVkqMqgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sBz2kl4NOso/s320/to_do_list2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634678604597864962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whats on my head :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ingt klate ingt janggut, tapi sana ada encut (HAHA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what am i becoming? can i just have a superpower and save the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ohh my baby, mcmana la kalu kita lg jauh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kat rumah pun da tak terkawal, apa la aku buat kalu parents takda nati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new friends but pls no, i dont want a new girlfriend lol *of course la cause i love ya ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gosh, how am i gonna miss this stinky town if im furthering studies kt tempat org&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1774732536168795329?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1774732536168795329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1774732536168795329' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1774732536168795329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1774732536168795329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/mana-mawu-pigi-daa.html' title='Mana mawu pigi daa'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnRYcbUfuTI/TjJmVkqMqgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sBz2kl4NOso/s72-c/to_do_list2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-623833995360722514</id><published>2009-05-08T05:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:53:29.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scheme'/><title type='text'>Desperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMnzBZtHh8/TjJmwbgmq9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Z0q2zHuXBB0/s1600/comfort_zone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMnzBZtHh8/TjJmwbgmq9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Z0q2zHuXBB0/s320/comfort_zone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634679065998175186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pyramid scheme, binary system, Ponzi scheme, what the hell is it, actually?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come they could return percentage of your money in short period? Whereas, there's no mother company to support the financial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is the scheme approved by legal authorities?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened if people stop investing? Could the new investors keep getting their percentage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No products, no parent company but giving the investors assurance. What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long can the company withstand?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it a trend when a country having a financial crisis?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many people will still investing to these companies?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't there any better ways in earning money? Specifically, in legal ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it real or are we being used by those people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Im so desirable to know. You think you are good enough? Forget it. Im on my own way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - &lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2009/05/the-indices.html"&gt;THE INDICES&lt;/a&gt; by Tun Mahathir/Chedet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-623833995360722514?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/623833995360722514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=623833995360722514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/623833995360722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/623833995360722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/desperado.html' title='Desperado'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMnzBZtHh8/TjJmwbgmq9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Z0q2zHuXBB0/s72-c/comfort_zone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4753705547815720018</id><published>2009-05-04T05:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:07:17.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coca Cola Coke Informations'/><title type='text'>Coca Cola, Coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As always, I keep looking for interesting articles to read ever since I left my school life(might be coming back though, for form 6 lol). I was randomly surfing for few websites about an interesting and amusing facts. Here I am now writing again. This time is about one of the most famous soft drinks in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivBaQ5Q4EVY/TjJqGwOIvzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/PchLLKQGK9o/s1600/m_10a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivBaQ5Q4EVY/TjJqGwOIvzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/PchLLKQGK9o/s320/m_10a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634682748049866546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Invented at the drugstore in Colombus, Georgia by John Pemberton. Originally as a cocawine(the first recipe of Coca Cola). Produced by Coca Cola Company in Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It can remove stains of blood, grease and loosen a rusty bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Create exploading fountain with Mentos. Small kids also 'fuck' about this lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A gum will wipe off from your hair when you dip it into a bowl of Coke *Can the gum be removed from the clothes by this method? Well I will experience/study it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Another facts about hair, it can make your dye fades away and some claimed that it makes your hair go curly if you dip it into. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rL83AxiG9s/TjJpwr9F-DI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wBcO6nWpSeQ/s1600/coke%2Blabel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-6rL83AxiG9s/TjJpwr9F-DI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wBcO6nWpSeQ/s320/coke%2Blabel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634682368947517490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If the teeth and nails can be dissolved by it(it takes ages I think?). Supposedly, drink Coke everyday can prevent from kidney stones, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Acids in Coke make it harmful to drink, duhh its a fallacy. It contains citric acid, phosphoric acid and carbonic acid(main acids). If you study science you must know, which of them is a stronger acid compare to the acid in your stomach. So, can the strong acid neutralize the weak acid? Think logically or google it yourself lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drinking cola causes bone mineral loss in women. It is lowering the bone density of women. Fortunately, researchers didn't see it happens in men. Yea, it consumes osteoporosis to all of you, mothers. P/S - Hi there single ones *winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bDzxhsMSNo/TjJpgmdLX6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/OHomOp3szEw/s1600/Coca-Cola-Bone-Fracture-23675.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bDzxhsMSNo/TjJpgmdLX6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/OHomOp3szEw/s320/Coca-Cola-Bone-Fracture-23675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634682092593569698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-It takes about 2.7 litres of water to make 1 litre of coke. Also its been a popular mixer in alcohol. Such as LONG ISLAND(hehe) and many others *nice in rum, vodka and some whiskies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They have rivals like Pepsi. Thus they has used many famous celebrities to promote their shits. Coca Cola lost the marketing war due to 'Pepsi Challenge'. Blindfolded tasters chose Pepsi because it was sweeter *I would choose Coke since I dont really like a sweet taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soft drink will always be my favourite(especially Coke Light) although some has said that its not good to drink, what I've been heard was blablabla. Eh, everything that we drink and eat can still be harmful to our body okay. Well, thats it for now. See you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-4753705547815720018?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4753705547815720018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4753705547815720018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4753705547815720018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4753705547815720018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/coca-cola-coke.html' title='Coca Cola, Coke'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivBaQ5Q4EVY/TjJqGwOIvzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/PchLLKQGK9o/s72-c/m_10a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1468464497612901564</id><published>2009-05-02T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:08:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell Your Fucking Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They watching you drowned. Just force the hate into your heart cause they are only your friends. They want your blood so they will kill for it. Ain't worth a shit if you standing as a good person. You can't going on that way. So, just throw it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgYTEyJNRno/TjJqbiEXJtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tOSF6am3dIE/s1600/landscape_of_thorns.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgYTEyJNRno/TjJqbiEXJtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tOSF6am3dIE/s320/landscape_of_thorns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634683105028024018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its time to be more mindful. Being nice to some of you is worthless. I know I'm alone and I will always be. If you find my writing quite offensive then fuck who you are. Comment not needed for this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1468464497612901564?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1468464497612901564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1468464497612901564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1468464497612901564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1468464497612901564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/05/sell-your-fucking-soul.html' title='Sell Your Fucking Soul'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgYTEyJNRno/TjJqbiEXJtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tOSF6am3dIE/s72-c/landscape_of_thorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7119158007720470955</id><published>2009-04-24T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:12:57.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bongkak Takabur Rakus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mereka menggelar diri mereka pemimpin. Pemimpin yang membawa diri mereka dan anak-anak buah mereka kepada sifat yang sedemikian. Jangan pernah guna nama Islam, keluarga dan rakan-rakan demi KEPENTINGAN DIRI. Pandai omong dengan mengguna sunnah Rasullulah, tapi diri sendiri entah di landasan mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menuntut ilmu itu wajib, jangan pernah menghina orang yang mencari ilmu kerana kamu jauh sekali lebih hina daripada mereka. Pergi engkau ke 'jalan mudah' yang kau maksudkan, tapi jangan engkau memandang rendah orang yang berani mengambil cabaran. Setakat memiliki harta dunia dan ghairah dengan kemewahan sesaat, engkau sudah begitu gemar menindas orang bawahan? Hina sekali melihat engkau di muka bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah engkau bangga, bagi aku engkau begitu bodoh. Belum cukup ilmu di dada, sudah pandai berkata besar dan takabur. Sibuk menjadi 'luar biasa'(katanya), tapi sehebat mana pun engkau, setinggi mana kau berdiri, kalau tidak pernah berjasa, apa gunanya? Tahi yang busuk pun boleh memberi sumber nutrien kepada tumbuhan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau benar pun engkau begitu hebat, duduk lebih tinggi, perlukah engkau membangga diri dan mencaci orang? Teruskan dengan impian besar kau, halalkan cara-cara haram engkau, semogo engkau sedar di hari esok, bangsaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;" No such thing as easy money - Donald Trump "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;" Wealth is the ability to fully experience life - Henry David Thoreau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-s0gj0YE5E/TjJrEJ2-quI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YmdDc9BFAWA/s1600/polls_wrath_3848_876084_poll_xlarge.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-s0gj0YE5E/TjJrEJ2-quI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YmdDc9BFAWA/s320/polls_wrath_3848_876084_poll_xlarge.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634683802904079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im not gonna tell the world who they are cause Im here just to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speak up&lt;/span&gt;. Im not being envious to them, Im just sick of their attitudes. If Im really jealous, I'd tell my readers who the hell are they, right? Once before, I've got a chance to join them, to be a so-called-millionaire, but after I saw what are they becoming, Im not interested, at all. Even they have loaded(with money). Hey, stop recruiting people by start repairing yourself. See you all later.&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/1884791025709969752-7119158007720470955?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7119158007720470955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7119158007720470955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7119158007720470955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7119158007720470955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/04/bongkak-takabur-rakus.html' title='Bongkak Takabur Rakus'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-s0gj0YE5E/TjJrEJ2-quI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YmdDc9BFAWA/s72-c/polls_wrath_3848_876084_poll_xlarge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-3057595208540171822</id><published>2009-04-12T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:14:09.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Menthol Informations'/><title type='text'>The Nicest Flavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I used to smoke Dunhill filter but now I smoke menthol, any brands will do. People continuing to smoke because they are so stupid and don't have any knowledge about it, its a FACT. See who's talking, I know but its just me killing myself, not that Im stupid. Alright, no more essay. I found that point form is more interesting to read, FACT. Here's some shits about menthol cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Menthol flavor is more addictive than any other types. The cooling sensation and pleasant taste causes people to choose menthol as their KMA(killing-myself-agent).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Menthol cigarette have a higher rate of smoking-related ailments than smokers of regular cigarettes. How I relate them? Like I said, Its more addictive, thus smokers will inhale more tobacco smoke in each drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Extra carcinogenic substances intake by menthol smokers might be experience more smoking-related illness. This substances give rise to cancerous cells and tumors. *carcinogenic substances can be found more in food additives compare to substances in cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Its not that menthol are worse than regular cigarettes. It becomes dangerous because of the tendency difference. Because of the coolness, smokers may inhale deeper. This one just my logistic theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIUyIM4tGaE/TjJrspLSBNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rgoPdju7sII/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIUyIM4tGaE/TjJrspLSBNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rgoPdju7sII/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634684498505499858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its me talking here, asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im not some kind of biology geeks to babbling about healths, its just simple information. Whats written based on my knowledge and some references or articles I've read. So, that is it. See you people next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-3057595208540171822?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/3057595208540171822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=3057595208540171822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3057595208540171822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/3057595208540171822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/04/nicest-flavor.html' title='The Nicest Flavor'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIUyIM4tGaE/TjJrspLSBNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rgoPdju7sII/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-50759658672178931</id><published>2009-04-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:44:10.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Alone</title><content type='html'>Weh Naz. Hi Fariq. Hey you. Where are you? Kau kat mana? Well, Im always alone somewhere. Going shopping, take a walk at the weekend, grab a drink, smoking. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could find my peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mind free to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't have to be worried(about my friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can keep walking untill the end of world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can do anything I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't have to follow my friend's curfew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so on my own, adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can look at surroundings, people's today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and girls can ONLY keep the eyes on me HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On the way back home, I'll always miss all my friends, even though I know they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Orang yang hisap rokok itu kelihatan hodoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-50759658672178931?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/50759658672178931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=50759658672178931' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/50759658672178931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/50759658672178931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-alone.html' title='Walking Alone'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8969882716587996385</id><published>2009-04-08T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:17:59.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Bit Torrent utorrent informations'/><title type='text'>The world's famous BitTorrent client</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think most of you know how this software works. I frequently download my cool DVD collections through this thing. Whether it's movie, music, normally I just download the album instead of using Ares or LimeWire that enables to download 1 by 1 if Im not mistaken. Here the steps to follow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utorrent.com/" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;utorrent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; and click on download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Makesure you download the latest one, not the beta version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;run the installer&lt;/span&gt; and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;search content&lt;/span&gt; and type the movie or file you want to download. For example "marley and me" and pop! It links to your default IE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJw2H4smnu8/TjJslp2P3MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wmH3QDn4S9Y/s1600/Untitled.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJw2H4smnu8/TjJslp2P3MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wmH3QDn4S9Y/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634685477938257090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many files listed which from &lt;a href="http://www.mininova.org/"&gt;mininova.org&lt;/a&gt;(torrent site). If you look for the movie, do choose &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one with high seeds and leechers&lt;/span&gt; to experience fast download. Then, click on it and download the file(torrent file). *read the comments for good quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now, go back to the software and click on the first icon at the top ADD TORRENT and direct it to the torrent file that you just download from IE. Then? Keep waiting until it finish. Nornally it takes 2-3 days. It depends how long you keep the computer on and how much people seeding.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *TAKE NOTE never keep your computer stay on for few days if your cooling fan just NOT GOOD ENOUGH. It might burn your motherboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, you might find that this software works very slow so I did some modifications to increase the download speed. Get your ass to &lt;a href="http://www.johntp.com/2006/04/19/how-to-increase-download-speeds-of-utorrent/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; site alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest speed for a file I ever reached was 52kB/s(streamyx) and I don't think you can increase it because it fixed by your ISP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you get used to this thing, you'd know some DVDs rippers like aXXo, FXG, KLAXXON, DUQA and FXM. They are real badasses in ripping DVDs. Most of my HD collections was from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of using &lt;a href="http://www.mininova.org/"&gt;mininova.org&lt;/a&gt; as your torrent source, you can also look for &lt;a href="http://extratorrent.com/"&gt;extratorrent.com&lt;/a&gt;. This one another &lt;a href="http://www.torrent-link.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; also very useful for you to find more sources such as games, software and even adult thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, do ask me and correct me if Im giving you wrong informations. Im not an expert but I'd help if I could. Thank you and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Please do seeding the file that you have download to show your respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8969882716587996385?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8969882716587996385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8969882716587996385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8969882716587996385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8969882716587996385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/04/worlds-famous-bittorrent-client.html' title='The world&apos;s famous BitTorrent client'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJw2H4smnu8/TjJslp2P3MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wmH3QDn4S9Y/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-4866374300459585969</id><published>2009-03-31T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:19:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Dancer Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBJv9CFXhSQ/TjJs4fFhUKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9K8jo8fnnBw/s1600/Soreal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBJv9CFXhSQ/TjJs4fFhUKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9K8jo8fnnBw/s320/Soreal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634685801467039906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;SoReal Cru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why the hell dancer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;because we don't need instruments to be the best&lt;br /&gt;we have the body and soul to make us beyond ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They are very flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They perform to please the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They can get to know a girl in less than 10 seconds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;(better than buy drink for a girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Whether its raining, hot sunny, they always game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They keep going until they hit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They bring everything on the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Spontaneous and creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They alert to surrounding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They are not as delicate as they look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Their job is to make you yell and scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;They are always make their own identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%; "&gt;WE DON'T USE OUR HANDS ON YOU!&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/1884791025709969752-4866374300459585969?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/4866374300459585969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=4866374300459585969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4866374300459585969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/4866374300459585969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-dancer-pt-3.html' title='A Lonely Dancer Pt. 3'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBJv9CFXhSQ/TjJs4fFhUKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9K8jo8fnnBw/s72-c/Soreal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7191146842237176714</id><published>2009-03-27T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:21:11.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Single Motivating'/><title type='text'>A Lonely Dancer Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally, I've got the mood to continue write this entry, ngeh. There's a quote says 'never judge a book by its cover', regarding to the title. Its not gonna be a mournful stuff like that. Now Im here just to share some fun I had in life before. Excited? Lets begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me bring this thing up, to love being single *evil grins. Yeah yeahh again Im being an anti-love-relationship dude, haha. Its not actually going to be like that alright, maybe its inspiring. Well, I write what I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EI6C5PH-sT8/TjJtY86C4VI/AAAAAAAAAww/h5Vo8Npcwzs/s1600/74971_relax.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EI6C5PH-sT8/TjJtY86C4VI/AAAAAAAAAww/h5Vo8Npcwzs/s320/74971_relax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634686359227785554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you know that being single makes you mentally relaxed? Jealousy, egoistic, hatred and BEING CONTROLLED. All of these you can just put it aside. You can turn it into thrilling, empowering times of your life. Use your independence to stimulate your mind. I do read books, go to class, I love dancing, so I go to the class learning new style. Well, you can do it as well based on your interest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty and lonely, synonym words for a single person. I gotta admit that I feel it sometimes. Especially, when Im being all alone at home and listen to love songs. When it happens, I mean feeling lonely and empty part. Do start connecting yourself to the universe. Friends could help you overcome those 'tak best' feelings, look for single and favourite ones for hang out. Otherwise, he/she will keep texting with gf/bf while you talking. They will always distract the feelings to good ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, yourself and awak. You only need to focus on yourself, man. You can do everything you want, hooking, bagging and etc. Change your hairstyle, no ones will bother. Watch movies, dress to wear all these things you can fully decide on your own. Your life, live it your way. Someone's approval are not needed, at all. Enjoy your moment and decision you make. So, SET YOURSELF ON FIRE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, enjoy the beauty of single life. Take a time and look at yourself. Is the boobs big enough? Begin the journey to explore your aesthetic side. Figure out who you really are, what you desire without limitation. You might not have this chance while you in relationship. Try to think of something without hearing any other thoughts. You are now a dictator of your world, rule it to the max.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7191146842237176714?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7191146842237176714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7191146842237176714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7191146842237176714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7191146842237176714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-dancer-pt-2.html' title='A Lonely Dancer Pt. 2'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EI6C5PH-sT8/TjJtY86C4VI/AAAAAAAAAww/h5Vo8Npcwzs/s72-c/74971_relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-1534295594274921888</id><published>2009-03-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:05:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>When I get thinking of what people thought about me. Blogger is just the playground area, for me. Untill now, let me continue thinking =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-1534295594274921888?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/1534295594274921888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=1534295594274921888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1534295594274921888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/1534295594274921888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-2931374204163447698</id><published>2009-03-15T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:22:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>Im having my last sweet stick and a cup of coke. Well yeah, still at my friend's place. Inspirations for blogging keep coming to me while Im smoking, I feel good now indeed. What am I gonna write now is all about me, confessions. I just need love from a girl. I aint ask for anything, just someone to hold me tight, to be with me through ups and downs. Understanding one would be perfect for life. Im sincere in this matter, no kidding. One of my dudes said to me, 'why you so care? Its not like you gonna marry her in future, you're young and go ahead, have fun with them'. After he said, I realized that Im easy to fall in love, shit *death of my lovely last stick*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1-FY6JYGU/TjJtrBwpDVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/s4tJawQwWq0/s1600/_Weed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1-FY6JYGU/TjJtrBwpDVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/s4tJawQwWq0/s320/_Weed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634686669768166738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody believes in perfection, but idiot does. Yeap, about my past blog, people's changing. Maybe someday I wont be faithful but a fool. Well, I've got no reason to change, yet. Ahh fuck, I need a stick, just a stick for this entry. Sorry, I cant do it.. Guess this is goodbye!&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/1884791025709969752-2931374204163447698?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/2931374204163447698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=2931374204163447698' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2931374204163447698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/2931374204163447698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1-FY6JYGU/TjJtrBwpDVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/s4tJawQwWq0/s72-c/_Weed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5426887347984954088</id><published>2009-03-15T02:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:24:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me anything, motherfuckers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;An Inspiration comes from a stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A stick that could kill us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Occupied no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;About what the dogs ever barked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Someday the grave will be the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You yourself choose your own path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;To die in peace, or in lame ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Not to insist, but just to speak up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Not to beg, but just lend a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Am I a bad person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Cause I never been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Where the innocents use to play hide-and-seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;You must always listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But let you the only one to react&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8geBiWvh_k/TjJuEH70qGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MKKTD0McpBc/s1600/Smoking%2BGirl%2B1024X768%2BSexy%2BWallpaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8geBiWvh_k/TjJuEH70qGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MKKTD0McpBc/s320/Smoking%2BGirl%2B1024X768%2BSexy%2BWallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634687100922407010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5426887347984954088?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5426887347984954088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5426887347984954088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5426887347984954088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5426887347984954088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me-anything-motherfuckers.html' title='Call me anything, motherfuckers!'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8geBiWvh_k/TjJuEH70qGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MKKTD0McpBc/s72-c/Smoking%2BGirl%2B1024X768%2BSexy%2BWallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-34473178480320879</id><published>2009-03-03T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:29:22.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship Old Woman Girl MILF'/><title type='text'>A Woman vs Pink Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am, try to write something for my first March entry. I hope you guys find it interesting. Actually, I wanna talk about young guy older woman relationship. Its pretty fun topic for me and the title are just meant to caught your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone hear about this kind of relationship, they surely say that the woman is just his sugar mummy or his MILF. Well, I agree if you say older women has good financial compare to younger ones. Hence, it is one of the reasons why does a young man attracted to older woman. Hm, Im not gonna elaborate this part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older woman are so hot, they got confidence, experience in sense of love, caring and lots more. Me myself like older woman ever since I found that some older women are just hot, hehh. Another reason younger guy attracted to them is because they are more independent, has career and a life. Unlike some younger women. So, it is strong reason to date older women, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on some articles I randomly read, if you decide to marry, you have a greater chance of living out your lives together since men tend to die younger than women. I strongly agree with that. There are several cases happened when they married with a peer guy or older than her itself, their sexual urge is dying down! Some says it is a natural process when sexual urge of a women is die down when they reach 40's. After I read some threads in forum almost all women has disagreed about that. I guess, it is matter who they are with and whats going on in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQI6eBzqh0/TjJvPNr1LDI/AAAAAAAAAxI/EKrcYN69EW4/s1600/istockphoto_6255026-wilted-flower-in-vase.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQI6eBzqh0/TjJvPNr1LDI/AAAAAAAAAxI/EKrcYN69EW4/s320/istockphoto_6255026-wilted-flower-in-vase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634688390956133426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its not a wrong thing to get relationship with older woman. I even cant blame those whos got crushing on older women since they are way better(hot baby hot) than younger women, haha. Yeah maybe there are many reasons to date with younger women too, its just Im not interested to talk about that topic. So, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-34473178480320879?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/34473178480320879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=34473178480320879' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/34473178480320879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/34473178480320879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/03/woman-vs-pink-pussy.html' title='A Woman vs Pink Pussy'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQI6eBzqh0/TjJvPNr1LDI/AAAAAAAAAxI/EKrcYN69EW4/s72-c/istockphoto_6255026-wilted-flower-in-vase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5351705430938738247</id><published>2009-02-28T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:29:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Let me just tell you what I've seen. Here's the shit, I just had enough, enough with some craps, some melodramatic stories. Some people just not know that everybody can read minds. So, let we just careful with our words next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Do you ever asked your girlfriend or a girl that you're into, why she likes you? And do you satisfy with her answer? Well, lets find out something. Cinta itu buta, ohh thats so fucking lame words. How can you love someone with just a blink. Some girls, might answer you with 'I dont know, I just like you'. Enough for that, you better dont hope anything from her. Because when she says like that, she's got no idea what kind of shit she's saying to you, so poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I think that they just confused, trust me they wont admit it, lol. They just want you to stick around for a moment. They dont actually need you. There's still bunch I wanna say, but I guess its not a good topic, kinda boring one huh. My advice, never hope to that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think this is the lamest stuff I ever post. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5351705430938738247?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5351705430938738247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5351705430938738247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5351705430938738247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5351705430938738247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-doubt.html' title='No doubt'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5612060232213036552</id><published>2009-02-25T03:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:30:44.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KTM service'/><title type='text'>Keretapi Terlambat Masa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kerajaan sibuk suruh pengguna naik kenderaan awam. Nak elak trafik sesak la katanya, oww katanya.. Peruntukkan sana, peruntukkan sini, tapi perkhidmatan macam ta? Hi.. Bukan nak mengumpat, tapi hakikat. Tak percaya? Tanya pengguna tetap KTM dari Pelabuhan Klang ke Sentul, train tuh like always DELAY! Malaysia buleyy? Buley tahi depa la! There was one time train delay to Sentul more than 50minutes(23rd Feb 08). Ada sorang african girl ni, daripada nyanyi lagu Alicia Keys elok2, terus rap apa ntah maki pasal KTM lambat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYRcn2kOl2Q/TjJvjpcc-SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yDZsWS7wopc/s1600/waiting.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYRcn2kOl2Q/TjJvjpcc-SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yDZsWS7wopc/s320/waiting.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634688742005209378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kalau perkhidmatan macam ni, baik bagi PERCUMA la! Tak fikir ke orang lambat masa nak pergi kerja ke, pergi dating ke? Tak fikir? Kalau kadang2 tuh its totally fine, but it happens almost for 7days a week! Maybe time aku je kot? Banyak la hang! Tapi, ntah laa.. Orang suruh aku ambil license aku cakap malas, haa amek hang, naik la mung punya KTM kesayangan, adohaii! Tujuan tulis blog ni sebenarnya nak orang tahu, KTM service sucks, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tak kira, nak FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lepas tuh aku mula la pengaruh rakan sebaya jangan beli tiket, haha. Sampai satu masa mereka2 tuh pun kena kompaun RM15 untuk yang tak bertiket, RM10 untuk yang tiket tak sah(beli satu stesen pnye, haha). Kompaun sebenarnya RM300, tapi ntah la, nasib depa baik. Tang situh pandai pulak spotcheck sorang2 check tiket, mengalahkan servis lima bintang, malu la weh mintak duit orang awam, sedangkan servis pun harek! Kalau kena tangkap, buat la muka comel masing2, cakap tiket tercicir, takda syiling cos counter tutup and whatsoever, bila lagi nak berlakon drama live, haha! Takut tak lepas, let RM1 kat wallet, the rest u guys hide it dalam spender or bra, cakap nak bayar kompaun takda duit, boleh jugak, lepas punya jangan risau, Aiman da penah buat, hahaha! I suggest everybody never bought a ticket okay? Because it aint worth a shit. You will just wasting your money, your time, and your girlfriend/boyfriend's time. Thank you and harap bersabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-5612060232213036552?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5612060232213036552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5612060232213036552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5612060232213036552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5612060232213036552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/02/keretapi-terlambat-masa.html' title='Keretapi Terlambat Masa'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYRcn2kOl2Q/TjJvjpcc-SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yDZsWS7wopc/s72-c/waiting.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-7785757658415935418</id><published>2009-02-21T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:33:24.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Jonas Ugly'/><title type='text'>I fall in love again, but what about my girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate to talk about eternity love, it wont be happened at the young age. Well its true, people's changing, they wont stay in place, me myself now start to smoke, its kinda awful. Because of that, I've got sore throat and followed by fever. How can it happened after 17years I never smoked(and there's other bad things I done). The fact is, people can change even from intimate friend to a freaky someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnR_JejOrUk/TjJwQGlU7BI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xHRiaTgcGiU/s1600/tomcruise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnR_JejOrUk/TjJwQGlU7BI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xHRiaTgcGiU/s320/tomcruise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634689505741302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you still marry me, baby?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argghh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Im trying to say here is, just be who you are. Its a normal process of life. People of today are not like yesterday. We gotta deal with it. Today, your girlfriend is like so care about you, but do ya know that she might dump you on the next day? So, fidelity in love is kinda bullshit to me(Im talking about puppy love). Dont ever tell me, I love him forever and whatsoever. Cause it sounds corny at all. Eventhough I did that sometimes, lol! Sorry, this is my blog, my fucking territory. Hee, I hope I wont get caught by ISA for saying that, woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not some kind of anti-love dude. I just wanna tell you guys what has been playing on my mind. I guess that is why Im not some kind of truehearted in love, cause Im afraid to live in that world. Its not the time yet for me to do that. Im young, and its time to have fun. But I will be serious in relationship, REALLY! To prove that, I even got dump by one of my ex's. Hence, im not a player, indeed! Am not like some kind of person that very mind about their 'reputation'. My real point is, dont be scared to get close to me, girls. I will treat u nice HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-7785757658415935418?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/7785757658415935418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=7785757658415935418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7785757658415935418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/7785757658415935418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fall-in-love-again-but-what-about-my.html' title='I fall in love again, but what about my girlfriend?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnR_JejOrUk/TjJwQGlU7BI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xHRiaTgcGiU/s72-c/tomcruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-5585364744595556219</id><published>2009-02-12T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:35:07.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Writing Diary'/><title type='text'>Blogging or writing diary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I start blogging, I do some check out to others. I've seen many of them been doing stuff about what they had gone through. Just like a DIARY! Isnt that suppose to be your privacy? Well well, are you famous enough to publish them? Who would care even if you had a night with Paris?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9mUUMbamkA/TjJwdUBIGVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/m8VqbX8j5oM/s1600/4115-Confused-within-decisions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9mUUMbamkA/TjJwdUBIGVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/m8VqbX8j5oM/s320/4115-Confused-within-decisions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634689732685863250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BLOG + DIARY = BLOGGARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I think some of you might not be noticed about this. Even if you misuse this website. What can I say though? Its your fucking blog man, its your fucking space to bullshit on! So, its up to ya for sure, feel free to write your journals, descriptions or even your personal stuff. Chiaozz.&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/1884791025709969752-5585364744595556219?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/5585364744595556219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=5585364744595556219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5585364744595556219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/5585364744595556219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-or-writing-diary.html' title='Blogging or writing diary?'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9mUUMbamkA/TjJwdUBIGVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/m8VqbX8j5oM/s72-c/4115-Confused-within-decisions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884791025709969752.post-8342987142057085700</id><published>2009-02-10T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:35:03.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I get started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello peeps, how are ya? Duhh.. Sounds so lame isnt? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright here's the thing, av made this account long time before and only today I get my time for it. I guess because of the SPM I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................... (its been few minutes, i dont know what to write, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Okay before I get started, I just want ya to know tat this blog was made up to bring some shits out of me. I like to think, but to make it into words, its a hell problem, so im here just wanna try something. Blogging might be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e-4mf0lK8/TjJwlQgp4yI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4OykfItAlIw/s1600/l_b929653c17504c2e8230946a961678a9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e-4mf0lK8/TjJwlQgp4yI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4OykfItAlIw/s320/l_b929653c17504c2e8230946a961678a9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634689869183312674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got my own BLOG !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1884791025709969752-8342987142057085700?l=nazirulfariq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/feeds/8342987142057085700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1884791025709969752&amp;postID=8342987142057085700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8342987142057085700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1884791025709969752/posts/default/8342987142057085700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazirulfariq.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-get-started.html' title='The day I get started'/><author><name>Nazirul Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212948336638153709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAV7JUoQMc/TlTE1-6FmWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u2BxeZMBoCs/s220/DSC_0939%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e-4mf0lK8/TjJwlQgp4yI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4OykfItAlIw/s72-c/l_b929653c17504c2e8230946a961678a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
