<?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-1095151075673594527</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:17:29.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan terindah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-6844893952797296757</id><published>2010-04-03T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:22:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SANGUINE!</title><content type='html'>Strengths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine's Emotions&lt;br /&gt;-Appealing personality&lt;br /&gt;-Talkative, Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;-Life of the Party&lt;br /&gt;-Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;-Memory for color&lt;br /&gt;-Physically holds on to listener&lt;br /&gt;-Emotional and demonstrative&lt;br /&gt;-Enthusiastic and expressive&lt;br /&gt;-Cheerful and bubbling over&lt;br /&gt;-Curious&lt;br /&gt;-Good on stage&lt;br /&gt;-Wide-eyed and innocent&lt;br /&gt;-Lives in the present&lt;br /&gt;-Changeable disposition&lt;br /&gt;-Sincere at heart&lt;br /&gt;-Always a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine As A Parent&lt;br /&gt;-Makes Home Fun&lt;br /&gt;-Is liked by children's friends&lt;br /&gt;-Turns disaster into humor&lt;br /&gt;-Is the circus master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine At Work&lt;br /&gt;-Volunteers for Jobs&lt;br /&gt;-thinks up new activities&lt;br /&gt;-Looks great on the Surface&lt;br /&gt;-Creative and colorful&lt;br /&gt;-Has energy and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;-Starts in a flashy way&lt;br /&gt;-Inspires others to join&lt;br /&gt;-charms others to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine As a Friend&lt;br /&gt;-Makes friends easily&lt;br /&gt;-Loves People&lt;br /&gt;-Thrives on compliments&lt;br /&gt;-Seems exciting&lt;br /&gt;-envied by others&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't hold grudges&lt;br /&gt;-apologizes quickly&lt;br /&gt;-Prevents dull moments&lt;br /&gt;-Likes spontaneous activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine's Emotions&lt;br /&gt;-Compulsive talker&lt;br /&gt;-Exaggerates and elaborates&lt;br /&gt;-Dwells on trivia&lt;br /&gt;-Can't remember names&lt;br /&gt;-Scares others off&lt;br /&gt;-Too happy for some&lt;br /&gt;-Has restless energy&lt;br /&gt;-Egotistical&lt;br /&gt;-Blusters and complains&lt;br /&gt;-Naive, gets taken in&lt;br /&gt;-Has loud voice and laugh&lt;br /&gt;-Controlled by circumstances&lt;br /&gt;-Gets angry easily&lt;br /&gt;-Seems phony to some&lt;br /&gt;-Never Grows Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine As A Parent&lt;br /&gt;-Keeps home in a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;-Forgets children's appointments&lt;br /&gt;-disorganized&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't listen to the whole story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine At Work&lt;br /&gt;-Would rather talk&lt;br /&gt;-forgets obligations&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't follow through&lt;br /&gt;-Confidence fades fast&lt;br /&gt;-Undisciplined&lt;br /&gt;-Priorities out of order&lt;br /&gt;-Decides by feelings&lt;br /&gt;-Easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;-Wastes time talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanguine As a Friend&lt;br /&gt;-Hates to be alone&lt;br /&gt;-Needs to be center stage&lt;br /&gt;-Wants to be popular&lt;br /&gt;-Looks for credit&lt;br /&gt;-dominates conversations&lt;br /&gt;-Interrupts and doesn't listen&lt;br /&gt;-answers for others&lt;br /&gt;-Fickle and forgetful&lt;br /&gt;-Makes excuses&lt;br /&gt;-Repeats stories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-6844893952797296757?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6844893952797296757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6844893952797296757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sanguine.html' title='I&apos;M SANGUINE!'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3083284391566670158</id><published>2010-04-03T07:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:46:45.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;Well, Akma's glory didn't last. Here comes a new hero - MUCUS BOY! His real name is Ammar Altintop. The best friend of Shit Boy. His powers are gloop-thrower and green goop. He once helped a boy getting his mucus out of his nose but of course Mucus Boy put into his own nose after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mucus is so powerful. He is specialise in freezing people as the mucus is so sticky. Gradually, people will die as it will prevent them from breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucus after mucus he let go at Akma. Eventually, he managed to freeze Akma. Akma tried to give as many jokes as possible but it only made the situation worse. When Ammar laughed, more mucus flew at Akma. He then died of the mucus drowning him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ammar is the new hero but he bring diseases into the world. Spreading virus to everybody. People don't acknowledge him as a hero alone but a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came doctor Raju saying, "I think you need an MC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ammar could reply, the ground shook. The floor started to crack and split resulting the tall buildings to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the end of the world!" screamed doctor Raju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought 2012 is 2 years away!" cried Mucus Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man! I haven't sit for my olevel yet." exclaimed Syed a.k.a Perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahidding couldn't accept the fact that he mut leave his maths. He cried greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofiy just kept quiet and stared blankly. He was confused with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a new story began. A more fantastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genius biologist name Najib came. He explained to the people that he had built a huge ship made of titanium. It as built 8 years ago when he discovered about the judgement day. Suddenly, the gloomy face of the people changed. Their faces filled with hopes to live. They can be saved. BUT! There is one problem with the ship. IT CAN'T BE MOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need a physicist to do the job," a distant sound was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, a bright light suddenly appeared and lighted the dark place. people started to squint their eyes as te light was too bright. There lies a man running towards the people. He was Nazirul. He then asked laboriously what was the commotion all about. Najib told him about the immobile ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Najib is a biologist, Nazirul laughed at him as Najib used human organs to build the huge ship. Wires were replaced with blood vessels and the engine was replaced with hearts of whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazirul said, "there is only one thing left, the SWITCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought that they had been given a chance to live. They thought that it was that easy to escape death. They thought that everytime the world is dying, they could just move to another planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERE THEY RIGHT? DO THEY REALLY GET TO ESCAPED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3083284391566670158?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3083284391566670158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3083284391566670158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/04/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5585509426683217599</id><published>2010-04-03T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:46:13.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;To their shock, the ship still can't be moved. When Nazirul installed the switch, They couldn't find it. The switch was situated in a mini-room. The hope then faded away. The sky then became dark. But then, someone squeaked. It was mini-boy, Irfan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have the ability to squeeze in small places. I can o the job and go to the mini-room to switch on the switch," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashraf then say, "Everyone! mini-shout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOORAY" "HOORAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was a brilliant scientist name Alvin. He is the leader of Alvin and the chipmunk. He was good in bio technology. He ad invented a new machine that can help te world by killing more people to produce more chipmunks. There was also a hero named spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing the incident about the crisis, Spiderman was happy as he likes to eat chipmunks. Alvin didn't know about this. Sufi Ridhwan tried to stop him by dancing irritatingly by shaking his butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhufar died again the next day (No link. HAHA) Everyone from all over the world cried. The tears were rolling on their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly syed start to sing, "We are the world. We are the children. We are the one that an make a brighter day so lets start giving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the people shed their tears not becaue of Zhufar but because of the tragedy which happened in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they did not know that the tragedy was just a prank so tat people would donate. They will use the money to buy ice-creams to eat. Haha. Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice-creams were sold by the students in Pre-U 1A in Aljunied. They always promote their ice-creams by saying out loud "WALLS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng. Suddenly, the air-con spoilt nd melted all the ice-creams. Crisis had landed the Pre-U 1A students. Because of it, the economy in Singapore went down. Malaysia's economy went up a bit. S$100 = 233 RM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this problem, the school had to call the repairman. When the repairman came, Ashraf was told to speak with them. But, he was so rude. He told him to fix the air-con instead of spoiling it. The repairman felt angry and wanted to trash it out. Ashraf was also dissatisfied that he wanted to sue him. How stupid was Ashraf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, Shit Boy and Mucus Boy came back alive to solve the dispute. Te repairman said to them that he is 30years old nad married. How can he accept when a boy talked to him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so agitated that he repaired vigirously. He banged all his tools making the air-con worse. ashraf was so shocked that he called his lawyer to solve the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit Boy and Mucus Boy just stood still eating garbages and piciking his nose respectively. They didn't notice that suddenly the air-con fell and turn into trishaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came mustafa with his jokes. "WHY DID THE COW JUMP?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This story is created just for the sake of entertainment. Jangan amek hati tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5585509426683217599?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5585509426683217599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5585509426683217599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/04/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5112689685189030991</id><published>2010-03-30T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:46:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;There was a boy who works and study at the same time. He works at a cleaning company. Everyday, he cleans people's shits. The, the shits would be recycled to produce clean water - New Water. Even though he likes to recycle waste, he eats nothing but garbage. For your info he had graduated from SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one brisk morning, the weather was fine and the atmosphere was chilly. The smell of the air was so fresh until a sewage pipe burst. Shits then scattered around and flew in various directions. As a result, all of the workers died except him as he had the ability to fight and withstand shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, a Chemistry teacher passed by, carrying chemicals on a tray. He stumbled upon something and the test-tube carrying the chemicals fell on some puddles of shit. Gradually, it turns into a shit-monster. It smells like garbage. The smell made the boy hungry. Due to his hungriness, he wanted to eat it and ignored the fact that it was a monster. The boy was safwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight the monster unconditionally, he farted and farted until the monster became unconscious. He open his mouth and swallow the monster without even chewing. BURP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without him noticing, Akma came. He is the father of all villains. Not civilians. His jokes can cause people to laugh until their eyes became swollen, getting stomach ache and most importantly, get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhufar died the next day by the bus stop near Victoria St when a car dashed amd crashed into him (no link! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second, Akma is getting more and more evil. Laughter could be heard all over the world. It's the laughter of pain. The shit boy tried to stop him but akma was too strong and too big for him to handle. Akma released his trademark finisher and made the shit boy laugh until the shit boy gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the hero was defeated! The question is who can stop Akma? And how can he be stopped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking on the street, Akma felt scorching hot. It was as though he was in hell. The heat was caused by a hot guy. Akma then approached the guy and asked, "WHY DID THE THERMOMETER GO TO THE UNIVERSITY?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot guy kept mum and only shook his head while flexing his muscle. After hours of thinking, he gave up and demanded the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akma answered, "TO GET A DEGREE!" hahahahahaha. He laughed menacingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stay tuned as the story continues AFTER A BREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5112689685189030991?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5112689685189030991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5112689685189030991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/03/shit-boy.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7787176566666094174</id><published>2010-03-30T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:19:56.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroes in trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;"Teruna! Beri patik semangkuk darah sebelum darahmu patik korbani!" Raja Permata menjerit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ampun tuanku, inilah darah yang tuanku mahukan," Teruna menjawab dengan senyuman yang berseri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha! Nice joke Teruna! Kau bagi aku hati ayam eh?" Raja tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha! Pandai tuanku," jawab teruna sambil ketawa tersipu-sipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh kau nk trick aku eh? Ambil ini!" Hiyaak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, perdana menteri masuk lalu menjerit "Tuanku! Perang sudah tiba! Semua orang sudah tidak boleh membuang air. Sakit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menerima khabar itu, Raja Permata pun SMS Spiderman supaya menolong mereka. Malangnya, sedang Spiderman menghayun dirinya dari satu bangunan ke bangunan yang lain, dia disambar petir lalu jatuh ditimpa tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman tidak sanggup lagi untuk menyambung amanah Raja Permata kerana dia mengalami cedera parah di kelengkangnya akibat disambar petir lalu tersangkut di celah-celah anak tangga. Dia pun mengambil keputusan untuk meminta pertolongan kawanya. Batman dipanggil untuk menyelesaikan masalah Raja Permata. Batman pun bergegas untuk menolong dan menyambung amanah yang diamanahkan raja. Tetapi, Batman terlupa untuk memakai tali pinggangnya yang mengandungi alat-alat mempertahankan diri. Dia tidak boleh berbuat apa-apa malah, dia dibaling taik kelawar tepat ke mukanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita itu telah sampai ke Hang Tuah. Dia mengamuk lalu menggambil shotgun dan menunggang basikalnya - ala-ala basikal 80-an. Dalam perjalanannya, sebuah lori mainan telah melanggar roda belankangnya. Hang Tuah pun jatuh tergolek dan di hadapannya terdapat durian yang timbul secara tiba-tiba lalu menusuk kedua tangannya dan dia ditewas dicucuk duri durian itu. Masalah Raja Permata masih tidak dapat diselesaikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7787176566666094174?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7787176566666094174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7787176566666094174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/03/superheroes-in-trouble.html' title='Superheroes in trouble'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-363629150291870774</id><published>2010-03-16T09:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:56:47.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a help from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="361"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=52981703&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=52981703&amp;width=1337" height="361" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52981703/"&gt;Help Me&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://izva.deviantart.com/"&gt;izva&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;i was reading my email when i stumbled upon this short story. well, im just putting it here to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the  Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other  Islamic literature.&lt;br /&gt;     This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with  their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;     The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'&lt;br /&gt;     His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'&lt;br /&gt;     Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'&lt;br /&gt;     The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'&lt;br /&gt;     Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'&lt;br /&gt;     Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'&lt;br /&gt;     His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'&lt;br /&gt;     'Thanks, Dad!'&lt;br /&gt;     And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going  door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.&lt;br /&gt;     After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He  stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.&lt;br /&gt;     Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang  the bell, but nobody answered..&lt;br /&gt;     He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;     Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him  there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.&lt;br /&gt;     Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a  smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just  want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet  which will tell you all about God, the  real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'&lt;br /&gt;     With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;     She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'&lt;br /&gt;     Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers,  the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say  anything?'&lt;br /&gt;    Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker. &lt;br /&gt;    'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been  here before.  You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.&lt;br /&gt;    So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a  rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and  broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.&lt;br /&gt;    I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....&lt;br /&gt;    I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck  and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;    When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and  angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!' &lt;br /&gt;    Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;    As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I  went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.&lt;br /&gt;    You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet,  I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'&lt;br /&gt;    There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.&lt;br /&gt;    Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....&lt;br /&gt;    He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;    Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more  filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-363629150291870774?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/363629150291870774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/363629150291870774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/03/fate-from-god.html' title='a help from God'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-6909863777249242471</id><published>2010-03-12T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:20:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;well, acad's cas were last wk and alhamdulillah i passed all (:&lt;br /&gt;even though the marks weren't good. im grateful. &lt;br /&gt;but, idk what happened to my grammar -.-&lt;br /&gt;klah nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-6909863777249242471?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6909863777249242471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6909863777249242471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/03/cas.html' title='cas'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-6305612790016560943</id><published>2010-02-28T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:25:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving our parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;fuh. long time didnt upload this blog.&lt;br /&gt;well, been busy. of course. olvl (:&lt;br /&gt;full of tests. i could do it actually eventhough i didnt study much.&lt;br /&gt;but the marks i got also the same with my effort.&lt;br /&gt;this week is the academic test week. &lt;br /&gt;i hope to ace all. trying hard. FOR THE WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my speech the other day.&lt;br /&gt;it went well, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;it goes like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have heard sermons about loving Allah subhanahu wataala,&lt;br /&gt;loving our beloved prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam.&lt;br /&gt;so today, im going to talk about loving our parents.&lt;br /&gt;the one who sacrificed alot just to bring us into this world.&lt;br /&gt;the one that provides us our needs when we needed it.&lt;br /&gt;the one that will support us regardless whoever we are, whatever we've done.&lt;br /&gt;wanting the best from us, hoping for us to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;do you love your parents? of ourse you will reply YES, OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, we never express this feeling to them.&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the last time you said 'I LOVE YOU' to them?&lt;br /&gt;i reckon not. and i believe that you used it to your friends everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, you are reluctant to say it to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;as we grow older, we will start to neglect them. giving them excuses; &lt;br /&gt;busy with sch works, busy with friends, tired.&lt;br /&gt;thus, our relationship will start to driften apart. how sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;the one that brought us up from small deserve this? shame on us.&lt;br /&gt;one day, we will become a parent too. we wants our child to love us.&lt;br /&gt;so love you parents and insyAllah our child will love us too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i actually put in point form when i delivered my speech. but that was the flow (:&lt;br /&gt;wasallam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-6305612790016560943?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6305612790016560943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6305612790016560943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-our-parents.html' title='loving our parents'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4328878262538948136</id><published>2010-02-02T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:39:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;cmon nazirul. you can do it. 260 days left to olvl. &lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIN. do it for Allah. pray for me guys.&lt;br /&gt;and forgive me if i ever done or will do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and all the best to everyone. study SMART not HARD. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4328878262538948136?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4328878262538948136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4328878262538948136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2010/02/cmon-nazirul.html' title=''/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3561884231354329954</id><published>2009-12-17T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:40:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;fuh! penat sey. hari2 abes rehearse kol 11.&lt;br /&gt;smpi rumah kol 12. hish. naseb ade bus haha.&lt;br /&gt;niari last pastu the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;and reival of NADY. nk gi ke tk?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. k da tkd idea nk ckp ape. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3561884231354329954?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3561884231354329954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3561884231354329954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-ness.html' title='tired-ness'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-1265254231153749973</id><published>2009-11-24T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:10:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;eh aku blm buat hw amaths haha.&lt;br /&gt;besok klas. nk kasi alasan ape eh? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;penat ah nk buat =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1265254231153749973?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1265254231153749973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1265254231153749973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/amaths.html' title='amaths'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5531436026544613559</id><published>2009-11-23T07:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:22:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;whats up with changes?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. well, ive been thinking about next yr.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon it's going to be tougher than sec4.&lt;br /&gt;with 4 additional subs and olvl.&lt;br /&gt;just scared that i might not be able to cope man.&lt;br /&gt;even though its been easy for me &lt;br /&gt;for the past 10 yrs in aljunied.&lt;br /&gt;and next yr most probably everyone's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were in p6 we didnt study&lt;br /&gt;nor take PSLE seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but now, olvl everybody started to study&lt;br /&gt;memorising. sharing notes.&lt;br /&gt;in p6, we played with ea other;&lt;br /&gt;catching, police nd thief which tightens our bonding&lt;br /&gt;but now everybody is too busy with their own life.&lt;br /&gt;we used to tease and make fun of people in love.&lt;br /&gt;now everybody's in love. and cant control their lust.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old times. but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;what if in the future we're all working?&lt;br /&gt;no more seeing ea other?&lt;br /&gt;my father once told me that now we are having fun with frens.&lt;br /&gt;but later, we wont be having any time for them&lt;br /&gt;we got our own family and work. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;hmm. God knows the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5531436026544613559?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5531436026544613559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5531436026544613559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-782620835378296839</id><published>2009-11-15T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:28:14.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5CmqC1E-Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5CmqC1E-Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5CmqC1E-Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5CmqC1E-Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XunezwEKHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XunezwEKHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2fez0IKAyw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2fez0IKAyw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;he's retarded haha. but funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-782620835378296839?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/782620835378296839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/782620835378296839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/cartoons.html' title='cartoons'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4615936424442420885</id><published>2009-11-15T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:28:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;DOE, a deer, a female deer&lt;br /&gt;RAY, a drop of golden sun&lt;br /&gt;ME, a name I call myself&lt;br /&gt;FAR, a long, long way to run&lt;br /&gt;SEW, a needle pulling thread&lt;br /&gt;LA, a note to follow Sew&lt;br /&gt;TEA, a drink with jam and bread&lt;br /&gt;That will bring us back to DO (oh-oh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnkB1fWcxyY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnkB1fWcxyY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4615936424442420885?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4615936424442420885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4615936424442420885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-notes.html' title='music notes.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7431401041621538110</id><published>2009-11-12T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:44:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;heh. went to sch just now.&lt;br /&gt;alone. my sisters didnt tag along as they were tired.&lt;br /&gt;and and. helped teacher khairani just now.&lt;br /&gt;took care of p5 girls and went for RC.&lt;br /&gt;fuh tired. then, went to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;i hated it so much that i went there.&lt;br /&gt;haha. my frens asked me along.&lt;br /&gt;so why not? but i dont fancy watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;i hated it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;2012 wasnt tht bad.&lt;br /&gt;but total fake haha. like the impact isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;i mean for me. idk about others.&lt;br /&gt;its about doomsday. it should be more haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah at least kn? &lt;br /&gt;and i thought they were planning to go to space.&lt;br /&gt;as tey built SPACEship.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, the ship is a ship haha. get it?&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping for mars or moon. or even SUN! hee&lt;br /&gt;and i spent like nearly 3 hrs there.&lt;br /&gt;shivering. it was damn cold! &lt;br /&gt;i dont even on my fan when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like im having fever.&lt;br /&gt;and tomoro got amaths.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchr samaniah : see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;me : idk la cher. im scared.&lt;br /&gt;tchr samaniah : scared? of wat?&lt;br /&gt;me : nothing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grr! phy brought my grades down.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i scored A2 for chem and &lt;br /&gt;why must u pull it to B3?&lt;br /&gt;and maths. its been years since i got an A.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i got it this yr.&lt;br /&gt;but, my mid yr marks pulled it down to 69.6&lt;br /&gt;0.4 only. pathethic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;nvm la. i let it go.&lt;br /&gt;and lily was asking about my results.&lt;br /&gt;she was happy. kanak2 riang.&lt;br /&gt;olvl dabes katekn haha.&lt;br /&gt;she said that at the rate im going, &lt;br /&gt;im going to ace my o's.&lt;br /&gt;i hope so. but my marks are pathethic. not like hers.&lt;br /&gt;smart wad. haha. klah ngntok ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7431401041621538110?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7431401041621538110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7431401041621538110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='anything'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3626057799484188608</id><published>2009-11-09T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:30:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;oooo. got my results just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was okey i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;let me write here. &lt;br /&gt;but i think i flunk in a few subjects.&lt;br /&gt;like faraidh, fiqh and eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem    : p1 &lt;u&gt;15/20&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;          p2 &lt;u&gt;45.5/65&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          practical &lt;u&gt;13/15&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths   : p1 &lt;u&gt;51/80&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;          p2 &lt;u&gt;72.5/100&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng     : p1 &lt;u&gt;31/60&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;          p2 &lt;u&gt;29/50&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;          oral &lt;u&gt;35/40&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faraidh : &lt;u&gt;41/50&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiqh    : &lt;u&gt;63.5/100&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tafsir  : &lt;u&gt;32/50&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insya'  : p1 &lt;u&gt;22/30&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;          p2 &lt;u&gt;60/100&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it. i hope i'll get promoted to preu 1/1&lt;br /&gt;insyAllah. amen. having my malay olvl tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;gonna study later on. so good luck to everybody :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more news, &lt;br /&gt;tchr samaniah ask me to go amaths this friday.&lt;br /&gt;should i go? last chance i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about it. for now i need to think about tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3626057799484188608?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3626057799484188608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3626057799484188608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/results.html' title='results.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-8037497339667831298</id><published>2009-11-08T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:10:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire in wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;yesterday zuhaili, amir and i went to jemputan.&lt;br /&gt;ustaz ahmad's niece is marrying.&lt;br /&gt;we we went there to help.&lt;br /&gt;wash the dish actually.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we just sat at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;haha. before that, ustaz asked us to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;so we went on to take the rice.&lt;br /&gt;then, the lauk. zuhaili was the first to take it.&lt;br /&gt;upon lifting the cover, he bang it and the fire went out.&lt;br /&gt;and burnt the table. amir and i were like blowing.&lt;br /&gt;and the fire kept spreading. fuh!&lt;br /&gt;the table was covered by plastic. &lt;br /&gt;i can feel the heat man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, the people there were nice. &lt;br /&gt;haha. lucky zuhaili. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then he went on and on. &lt;br /&gt;"aku tknk dtg ah besok. nnt terbakar"&lt;br /&gt;haha. so, this tuesday gonna have my malay olvl.&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning. tired man. &lt;br /&gt;i havent revise peribahasa sey.&lt;br /&gt;doing it later i guess. &lt;br /&gt;then 20nov report book. &lt;br /&gt;ouh gosh im scared. what if i fail? &lt;br /&gt;o man! 60% is a lot. &lt;br /&gt;just received my results for phy p1 and practical.&lt;br /&gt;2nd highest for both =P 16/20 and 11/15&lt;br /&gt;still low haha. BUT&lt;br /&gt;i didnt study well u know. and my ammeter was spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;k im boasting haha. =P &lt;br /&gt;but i doubt paper2 gonna be this way.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt do it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;didnt study everything. &lt;br /&gt;i thought electricity was the major one. &lt;br /&gt;so just studied that.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me. dang! thats it i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-8037497339667831298?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8037497339667831298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8037497339667831298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/fire-in-wedding.html' title='fire in wedding'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4425897641008052780</id><published>2009-11-05T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:18:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;don’t be too surprised at what you see.&lt;br /&gt;for TROUBLE never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE hung around me since i was just a boy—&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE was the closest friend i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE made my home a wreck and made my sister cry.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE followed me to school — just wouldn’t stay away—&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE always stayed there with me by my side.&lt;br /&gt;i could never escape TROUBLE though i tried.&lt;br /&gt;i never looked for TROUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;but TROUBLE always seems to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE always stayed right with me — never leaving me alone&lt;br /&gt;until one day old TROUBLE set us free.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget how strange it felt when TROUBLE left our home—&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE has always been way of life for me.&lt;br /&gt;as without it, i wouldn't learn about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend told me this.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLE are like washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;they TWIST &amp; KNOCK us around.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we come out brighter &lt;br /&gt;and better than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HtJdmgzPw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HtJdmgzPw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;i was looking for a song and &lt;br /&gt;i stumbled upon this haha.&lt;br /&gt;what ive learnt is that,&lt;br /&gt;with trouble, we would become better.&lt;br /&gt;but dont find trouble. let it be a lesson (:&lt;br /&gt;im just so bored. nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;so i find a topic to talk about (:&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, im having trouble too.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but idk what. weird. (:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4425897641008052780?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4425897641008052780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4425897641008052780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/troubles.html' title='troubles'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2896260006679731684</id><published>2009-11-04T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:32:26.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malay and survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;salam. hmm. just changed my blog's song.&lt;br /&gt;nice? haha. relaxing song better haha.&lt;br /&gt;so for this whole week, &lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be malay intensive class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;as malay olvl is just next week. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and ive not started anything.&lt;br /&gt;and cikgu mustafa told our results.&lt;br /&gt;typical me get A2. and not many get A1.&lt;br /&gt;some even get C5 and C6. thats bad!&lt;br /&gt;he say "kalau melayu awk tk dpt A.&lt;br /&gt;maddah ape lagi nk dpt?&lt;br /&gt;maths? eng? itu lagi tk blh." &lt;br /&gt;haha. and got this one of my fren say.&lt;br /&gt;she prefer taking japanese for olvl.&lt;br /&gt;rather than malay. she says its boring.&lt;br /&gt;ade ke patot? tk patot. tk patot.&lt;br /&gt;and im soo tired. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;and hungry haha. food i want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im gonna do this survey ;D&lt;br /&gt;ITS EXACTLY WHATS ON MY MIND FIRST &amp; I DIDN'T CHANGE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You &amp; your ex – miss her. impossible.&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you listening to - halo. nice song (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should – sleep? im tired. or eat, im damn hungry&lt;br /&gt;4. I love – famous amos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't understand – myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have lost my respect for – whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;7. I last ate – mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS ME/AM I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is your hair wet? - nope.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is your cell phone right by you? - nope. its in my room.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you miss someone? - of course.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you wearing chap stick? - chap stick? ape tu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you tired? - a lot. from morning.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you wearing pajamas? - nope. i dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you mad? - mad as in angry or insane? hee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;not so. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could things get any better?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt so haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i dreamt of something weird haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today?&lt;br /&gt;i think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever crack your knuckles/ back/ ankles/ wrists/ etc&lt;br /&gt;im sure everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you date someone taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;why not? its just a date right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anything to someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes. a lot! but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a crush on anyone now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;nah. im too straightforward. bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and its slanted. need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from the song you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go outside for more than 30 minutes today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. malay intensive class. 3 hours man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what's running through your mind?&lt;br /&gt;when will i die. haha. its been lingering here for long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked a girl for advice?&lt;br /&gt;ya. my BGF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were cute?&lt;br /&gt;*blush* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;11.50 pm then accidentally slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think boys truly understand girls?&lt;br /&gt;some? not me. i cant seem understand them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one word you seem to always misspell that you know you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;usually. i always spell it "ussually" haha. double S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i watch a movie. cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song played more than three times?&lt;br /&gt;halo. its the forth time now. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to fall asleep with?&lt;br /&gt;nobody. i sleep alone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever skip class?&lt;br /&gt;totally! hehe. shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your room?&lt;br /&gt;green. plain. planning to paint it new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd you have lunch with?&lt;br /&gt;its not have. i had it with shahid and amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i cant stand it. dont know why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your ex have a job?&lt;br /&gt;nah. she's sec3. what do u expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;none. haha. dosa tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anybody in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i want it here and there and nowhere =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;why should i? haha. idk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any clothes that don’t belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like borrowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;singing? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little sister?&lt;br /&gt;yup. two of them. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Taylor Swift?&lt;br /&gt;the voice. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;long time. forgotten (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;depends. must be dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hope your children are like you one day?&lt;br /&gt;only on the positive side. good in studies like me =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take walks often?&lt;br /&gt;so-so. haha. when im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles aren't so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;ya. whats so horrible about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;br /&gt;yes! i like socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;not long nor short. hows that? ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite book that was made into a movie?&lt;br /&gt;ayat-ayat cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like tattoos and piercings?&lt;br /&gt;not interested in any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2896260006679731684?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2896260006679731684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2896260006679731684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/malay.html' title='malay and survey.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4734793905645163049</id><published>2009-11-02T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:57:39.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;ya Allah. why am i feeling like this?&lt;br /&gt;i never felt this way before.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry, faraidh.&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers left and now im feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;why? tell me. give me Your guidance.&lt;br /&gt;there's a hikmah in everything.&lt;br /&gt;but what is it? i need to know.&lt;br /&gt;havent touch my faraidh yet.&lt;br /&gt;tomoro morning maybe. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;currently, im listening to amr diab's &lt;br /&gt;and westlife's songs. such calm and relaxing songs.&lt;br /&gt;my love is the best (: i mean the song.&lt;br /&gt;and i received my maths P1 result.&lt;br /&gt;B4 -.- but havent add to my P2 - which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;klah, no mood to write long long. &lt;br /&gt;sleep better. haha. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sleep tight, &lt;br /&gt;put your worries out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;and dont let the bed bugs bite, &lt;br /&gt;so u should kick it outside. hehe. salam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4734793905645163049?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4734793905645163049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4734793905645163049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress.html' title='stress!'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-668571466133103510</id><published>2009-11-01T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:31:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relieved-NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;at last! ive managed to meorise my fiqh.&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH ;D &lt;br /&gt;so can twait to finish my exams. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;nk rest ah. jeles tgk org siang2 da rest.&lt;br /&gt;and there's something bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. hmm. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;its about amaths. idk if i want to take it or not.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to regret later.&lt;br /&gt;what should i do man.&lt;br /&gt;i need an answer. really need it.&lt;br /&gt;but, i need to commit in it.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm. its a glaring fact tht im not into it now.&lt;br /&gt;ever since the day i stop attending the class&lt;br /&gt;because of athletic selection for sports day.&lt;br /&gt;whats more prior to me now? hmm. &lt;br /&gt;big mistake. but, its been years since i ran man.&lt;br /&gt;so i just gave it a try. (: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and won. lol. first i must say =P&lt;br /&gt;k back to the topic. &lt;br /&gt;should i go to tchr and say sorry again?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should. but then, i need to be serious this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-668571466133103510?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/668571466133103510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/668571466133103510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/11/relieved.html' title='relieved-NOT'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2980088439460856129</id><published>2009-10-29T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:26:26.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;fuh. what a long week.&lt;br /&gt;haha. exam exam exam.&lt;br /&gt;its killing me man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so, 4 more papers and im done.&lt;br /&gt;so far, ive been flunking all of them.&lt;br /&gt;even maths and english haha.&lt;br /&gt;received my result for paper2 just now.&lt;br /&gt;and WOW! i improve alot (opposite)&lt;br /&gt;mid-yr i scored 38/50 then now 29/50&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FISH! barniclehead. &lt;br /&gt;i hope maths wont be like this.&lt;br /&gt;even though i didnt do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and my oral i got 35/40. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the ones with tchr hidayu scored very well.&lt;br /&gt;and they say they didnt talk much.&lt;br /&gt;isnt this unfair? haha. k nvm.&lt;br /&gt;60% is all i need. PRE-U 1.&lt;br /&gt;fuh! insyAllah ya. &lt;br /&gt;one more thing, &lt;br /&gt;my facebook account is being banned.&lt;br /&gt;grr! so stupid of me to open a virussed link.&lt;br /&gt;and it stays in my lappy &lt;br /&gt;then send to everyone in my facebook acc&lt;br /&gt;then i got ban. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;so bored. bored. bored. grr.&lt;br /&gt;k i need to memorise my fiqh.&lt;br /&gt;so till i post again haha ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2980088439460856129?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2980088439460856129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2980088439460856129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-ing.html' title='exam-ing'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7481825580514528269</id><published>2009-10-23T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:27:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;hachoo! berabok sey blog haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had my phy/chem prac.&lt;br /&gt;chem was easy man! haha. i think.&lt;br /&gt;but not for phy.&lt;br /&gt;i end up doing it for only 10 mins. &lt;br /&gt;LAST 10 mins then i start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;not because i cant do it or dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;my ammeter was spoilt! and i raised up my hand. &lt;br /&gt;and told her the prob. &lt;br /&gt;she asked me to wait. but ended up ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;until the last 10 min when i raised my hand up for the FORTH time.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily i managed to finished it haha.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, my eng oral was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it hehe. just hope my olvl would be like tht.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and after practical about 4+&lt;br /&gt;my frens and i decided to play lan.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to tongseng haha.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately its full. so we waited until 5. &lt;br /&gt;and played until dawn. and sprint towards sultan mosque&lt;br /&gt;for we forgot about our prayers. &lt;br /&gt;but luckily, ladyluck is still with us.&lt;br /&gt;as we reached 10 mins before maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah. ape nk jadi haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah now, im just sitting infront of this com&lt;br /&gt;thinking of my quran. i'll definitely fail it. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;my fault for not revising. i only memorise 5 out of 10 pg.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm. ill update soon i guess. bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7481825580514528269?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7481825580514528269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7481825580514528269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/10/practical.html' title='practical.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3611202062357318279</id><published>2009-10-11T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:26:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;hmm. how cn i restart this life of mine?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like im in a game or something.&lt;br /&gt;which can restart whenever u want.&lt;br /&gt;feel like run away from this world.&lt;br /&gt;im depressed? stressed?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. argh! &lt;br /&gt;i wanna study. be the best.&lt;br /&gt;change to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;but why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;its killing me man! damn!&lt;br /&gt;u may think im happy cause i laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody knows the inner me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah nobody. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i dont know myself too.&lt;br /&gt;aniway im not having a BGR problems.&lt;br /&gt;so dont worry haha. cause im not having one.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. and not planning to do so.&lt;br /&gt;klah. im going to bed. put this aside for awhile&lt;br /&gt;until when i find the solution. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3611202062357318279?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3611202062357318279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3611202062357318279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2547766733898405152</id><published>2009-10-10T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:32:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>result</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;oooooh yeah! it was a blast lol.&lt;br /&gt;lagilagi dikir barat.&lt;br /&gt;first time is the best haha.&lt;br /&gt;singing was okey. for the first 3 only haha.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should train more.&lt;br /&gt;as what amir said.&lt;br /&gt;wee. one more dikir barat on 17 oct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2547766733898405152?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2547766733898405152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2547766733898405152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/10/result.html' title='result'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5822354294778079980</id><published>2009-10-06T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:46:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rehearsal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;we had been rehearsing for a week. &lt;br /&gt;the performance is like this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;THIS SATURDAY MAN! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;but we're not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;ironically, the first rehearsal was the best.&lt;br /&gt;what do i mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;its like. we started well, with only FOUR people.&lt;br /&gt;and the harmonizing was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;bass + vocal + rhytm + harmony.&lt;br /&gt;but rehearse after rehearse,&lt;br /&gt;TWO more guys join in.&lt;br /&gt;but the problem now is not about the quantity.&lt;br /&gt;but the dispute between each other. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much differences.&lt;br /&gt;and criticising other's wont do much good.&lt;br /&gt;for a team i must say. we need to synchronize man!&lt;br /&gt;i mean cooperate hehe.&lt;br /&gt;darn it! its difficult. &lt;br /&gt;klw ditegor nnt tkley accept.&lt;br /&gt;actually bkn tkley cume susah.&lt;br /&gt;we're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;nor machines that can adjust the tone to its like.&lt;br /&gt;nnt tros tkd mood.&lt;br /&gt;right sofiy? haha. aku pn mcm gitu sey.&lt;br /&gt;k wateva it is. dont get stress haha.&lt;br /&gt;being calm is the best.&lt;br /&gt;we must enjoy it so we can do it well.&lt;br /&gt;grr. how to solve this?&lt;br /&gt;think. think. think.&lt;br /&gt;k tkp. i hope there going to be a better result later on.&lt;br /&gt;ktorg ni pn beginner je.&lt;br /&gt;step perform padehal tk bgs pn haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah penat ah. bru jgk blek ni.&lt;br /&gt;nk blaja IRK. next wk o sey.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. tp nk enjoy jgk hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5822354294778079980?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5822354294778079980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5822354294778079980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/10/rehearsal.html' title='rehearsal.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3113443450930376856</id><published>2009-10-05T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:13:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;everybody goes through sadness.&lt;br /&gt;but, how do they overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. its a bit depressing&lt;br /&gt;when sadness engulf you.&lt;br /&gt;when missing someone,&lt;br /&gt;there's always something going on there.&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone notices it.&lt;br /&gt;everybody takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;until when they lose it.&lt;br /&gt;thats when they start to realise.&lt;br /&gt;realise how important it is to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it is.[provided its a good thing]&lt;br /&gt;appreciation is always a must.&lt;br /&gt;am i being emo? haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know being emo is typical.&lt;br /&gt;but dont tell me u havent taste it before?&lt;br /&gt;the 'shuddering loneliness'&lt;br /&gt;aww. its cruelty. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;so should we just leave it to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;as He knows the best.&lt;br /&gt;and there's always hikmah for everything that happen.&lt;br /&gt;and im writing this because im missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;someone special to me.&lt;br /&gt;an almost lover. chey. mcm phm la plak.&lt;br /&gt;if u happen to read this.&lt;br /&gt;which i dnt think u would.&lt;br /&gt;just so u know, ive been waiting for u.&lt;br /&gt;and He knows the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;so being together or apart doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;as long as ure happy with ur life.&lt;br /&gt;im content too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3113443450930376856?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsgYOGEtyMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RFtji00QucE/s1600-h/martialarts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsgYOGEtyMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RFtji00QucE/s320/martialarts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388583584576424130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;helo loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;im back after few days of resting.&lt;br /&gt;achey! mcm phm haha.&lt;br /&gt;k my topic today is abouts sins.&lt;br /&gt;so whats about it?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. let me tell u something.&lt;br /&gt;there are no problems of doing sins.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there are THREE rules u need to abide beore doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, if you want to do it,&lt;br /&gt;dont use the things Allah gave you&lt;br /&gt;so, if you want to steal,&lt;br /&gt;dont use the hands that He gave you.&lt;br /&gt;or if you want to go to inappropriate place,&lt;br /&gt;dont use the legs He gave you to walk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, do it at a place where&lt;br /&gt;Allah isnt the creator.&lt;br /&gt;of course its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;cos Allah is the almighty and the creator of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, if you want to do it,&lt;br /&gt;dont do it infront of Him.&lt;br /&gt;as he hates it.&lt;br /&gt;so do it at a place where He cant see you (:&lt;br /&gt;Allah has given us alot nikmah.&lt;br /&gt;and he loves us. &lt;br /&gt;the air that we breathe,&lt;br /&gt;the foods that we eat,&lt;br /&gt;the water that we drink.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that we need it badly&lt;br /&gt;signifies his love for us.&lt;br /&gt;so is it appropriate for us to repay him with sins?&lt;br /&gt;of course not! think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what being told last year by my ustaz.&lt;br /&gt;hope there's something beneficial for u there.&lt;br /&gt;its impossible to hide from Allah.&lt;br /&gt;so avoid doing sins because ure scared of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;wallahu a'lam.&lt;br /&gt;and i also know its difficult to run away from sins.&lt;br /&gt;im human as well. but insyAllah,&lt;br /&gt;you and me can overcome this&lt;br /&gt;and can be the best (:&lt;br /&gt;INSYALLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1417503300032025222?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1417503300032025222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1417503300032025222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/doing-sins.html' title='doing sins'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsgYOGEtyMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RFtji00QucE/s72-c/martialarts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4056496702723167196</id><published>2009-09-21T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:20:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/Srk_bRjHDGI/AAAAAAAAARc/9fkMxhjGmqE/s1600-h/7520_151174443432_624423432_2503022_3192694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384404567297821794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/Srk_bRjHDGI/AAAAAAAAARc/9fkMxhjGmqE/s320/7520_151174443432_624423432_2503022_3192694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/Srk_Bv7UpDI/AAAAAAAAARU/RmtYvsZqiQU/s1600-h/7520_151174363432_624423432_2503009_2011540_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384404128775840818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/Srk_Bv7UpDI/AAAAAAAAARU/RmtYvsZqiQU/s320/7520_151174363432_624423432_2503009_2011540_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;wow! cepat sungguh mase berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;dah second day raye.&lt;br /&gt;amcm sume? kocek dah kembong? haha.&lt;br /&gt;igt2 la org disini ye =P&lt;br /&gt;on random note, someone is going to give me 10 bucks haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. lol. k tkp tk penting.&lt;br /&gt;smlm tk byk jln stakat 6 rumah je.&lt;br /&gt;lepak-ing ah. i mean more like camera flashing,&lt;br /&gt;drink serving, chit-chatting and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at abt 12+ but then,&lt;br /&gt;this yr raye super fast le.&lt;br /&gt;usually i gt home at about 2 am sey haha.&lt;br /&gt;and going to my mom's side later.&lt;br /&gt;rayer-ing with 4 fams? ribot pe haha.&lt;br /&gt;4 kete satu rumah? haha. best kn?&lt;br /&gt;tap sedenye sume pmpn. yg laki bdk2 je.&lt;br /&gt;tkd kwn haha. i mean sedare.&lt;br /&gt;klah dah nk kluar ni. tc guys.&lt;br /&gt;mkn tu jage2 siket haha.&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/1095151075673594527-4056496702723167196?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4056496702723167196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4056496702723167196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/Srk_bRjHDGI/AAAAAAAAARc/9fkMxhjGmqE/s72-c/7520_151174443432_624423432_2503022_3192694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5632894780386827871</id><published>2009-09-20T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:29:50.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387246425906309810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYFN2jarI/AAAAAAAAARk/Qag0O-DVVw0/s320/fourONE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYOhYTPeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tCgRDgKcaDo/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387246585766952418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYOhYTPeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tCgRDgKcaDo/s320/we.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYKCYFqsI/AAAAAAAAARs/oh-xxZtRZbw/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387246508725086914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYKCYFqsI/AAAAAAAAARs/oh-xxZtRZbw/s320/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;sempena hari raye ni. aku terpike something.&lt;br /&gt;haha. perasan tk? first day of raye cnfrm sume nk klua kn?&lt;br /&gt;gi rumah sedare baik jaoh mahupon dekat.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan, tapi kan, korg perasan tk?&lt;br /&gt;klw sume klua, kte nk gi rumah sape eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;klw gitu nk collect tkley ah =P&lt;br /&gt;nasihat aku pade korg.&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN KELUAR ON FIRST DAY OF RAYE.&lt;br /&gt;biarkan aku dtg rumah korg haha.&lt;br /&gt;k mepek. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so aku rase, skrg sume org nye pocket dah enlarging eh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. aku pn nk kluar ni.&lt;br /&gt;tc sume selamat hari raye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5632894780386827871?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5632894780386827871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5632894780386827871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raye.html' title='hari raye?'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SsNYFN2jarI/AAAAAAAAARk/Qag0O-DVVw0/s72-c/fourONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-5104762094657290366</id><published>2009-09-19T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:44:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time files</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;wow. tomoro raye. so fast le. as in cepat not puase.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. so upset now. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;dnt u feel scared that u might ont get to meet ramadhan?&lt;br /&gt;im feeling it. sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,im busy kemas-ing and anyam-ing ketupat.&lt;br /&gt;wee. anyam ketupat best tau haha.&lt;br /&gt;first time im anyam-ing it alone.&lt;br /&gt;i mean my parents are busy masak-ing and jahit-ing.&lt;br /&gt;so tkp la klw skali skale tlg kn? haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah. sempena besok hari raye,&lt;br /&gt;nk minta maaf klw pena buat slh ke.&lt;br /&gt;actually tk klw. psl mmg pena pn.&lt;br /&gt;baik yg sengaje mahupun tidak.&lt;br /&gt;so im seeking everyone's forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;and dont worry ive forgiven everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and selamat hari raye to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-5104762094657290366?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5104762094657290366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/5104762094657290366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-files.html' title='time files'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-8204613243109050064</id><published>2009-09-16T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:56:17.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;i did a personal test and i gt this. im an engaged idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists are extroverted and helpful. Others find them to be very congenial and inspiring - especially as they are always willing to see the best in the other person. Their humour, their energy and their optimism attract other people. Engaged Idealists are very good at communicating and are good at convincing and firing on others. That is why it is a matter of course that they often take over the leading role in groups. This personality type often produces very charismatic persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists have an unusually strong ability to empathise. They are tolerant and generous towards others; they sometimes tend to idealise their friends. They always try to suit everybody and want their relationships to be harmonious and satisfactory. To achieve this, they are prepared to invest a great deal and to put their requirements last. As Engaged Idealists are very considerate, there is the danger of them sacrificing and overexerting themselves for others. In their job, they therefore have to be very careful not to develop a burnout syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists are reliable, well organised and love structuring complicated situations. They have difficulty accepting criticism; they quickly feel hurt and misunderstood. Their perfectionism also influences their love life - they look for the perfect relationship for life. Once they have made their decision, they are faithful, well-balanced and loving partners. However, should they get involved with the wrong person, it can happen that they allow themselves to be exploited for a long time before they end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjectives which describe your type: extroverted, theoretical, emotional, planning, idealistic, committed, likable, enthusiastic, responsible, helpful, loyal, diplomatic, friendly, inspiring, caring, solicitous, optimistic, effusive, adaptable, communicative, articulate, convincing, energetic, optimistic, open, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some of it is true about me haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-8204613243109050064?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8204613243109050064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8204613243109050064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-personal-test-and-i-gt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4604863270773652364</id><published>2009-09-14T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:47:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/?action=view&amp;current=cheese.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;ooooh yeah! im into photo now haha.&lt;br /&gt;especially potrait. cnt help it.&lt;br /&gt;i just love it haha. &lt;br /&gt;taking photos makes me a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;and it kills me to see ppl usig their DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;feel like spoiling it. grr. grr.&lt;br /&gt;thanx to my sis, we got one now.&lt;br /&gt;sharing is caring (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive just got my IRK.&lt;br /&gt;i flunk it again. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;lazy bum. 2 more tests to go.&lt;br /&gt;and im free for a while before FYE.&lt;br /&gt;which is around the corner too.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka. smile smile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4604863270773652364?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4604863270773652364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4604863270773652364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/photography.html' title='photography'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3373778367381195820</id><published>2009-09-13T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:18:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.&lt;br /&gt;just went back from N.O.P&lt;br /&gt;it was good this year. much better than last year (:&lt;br /&gt;our group was like the kecho-est haha.&lt;br /&gt;sume bbdk junied ape tk nye.&lt;br /&gt;and know what? me, zuhaili and amir was asked to act haha.&lt;br /&gt;and we did it for just one day. &lt;br /&gt;started rehearsing at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;after a few hours of discussing. and i think we did an awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;betol tk? haha. bkn masok bakul angkat sendiri eh.&lt;br /&gt;pastu ade tadarrus jap, &lt;br /&gt;and frankly, CPR  was awe-some!&lt;br /&gt;the acting was really convincing.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i havent have my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;going to tuition at 12 later.&lt;br /&gt;and im stealing some time to update this.&lt;br /&gt;will be going to taman warisan later &lt;br /&gt;tolong something. buke luar lagi.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. dah lame tk buke ngn family. &lt;br /&gt;asek klua je. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;and ramadhan is leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;so sad ): this year is bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;didnt do alot of tarawih nor tadarrus.&lt;br /&gt;it's ashamed that i cnt finish the quran this yr.&lt;br /&gt;and no doubt, i'll have some reasons to it.&lt;br /&gt;tap alasan je kn? manusia. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;klw la kte mati tk lame lagi.&lt;br /&gt;apekah naseb kte di akhirat nnt?&lt;br /&gt;aren't u scared? i do!&lt;br /&gt;action is louder than word. i know!&lt;br /&gt;and it is really hard to change for the best.&lt;br /&gt;klw muhasabah diri, rase sedih itu sekejap je.&lt;br /&gt;nnt tros dah tkd pape. kenapelah manusia mcm gini?&lt;br /&gt;im not pim pointing anyone. im saying us muslim as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;including the one who's typing this.&lt;br /&gt;what if we never get to meet another ramadhan?&lt;br /&gt;how would u feel? regret? &lt;br /&gt;so why not regret now and not later.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling it now.  &lt;br /&gt;BUT, i dnt think i have the strength to do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, the facis or the marshalls were a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;grr. irritating sey. feel like maki-ing them. &lt;br /&gt;org dah lapar gler nk gi 7-eleven pn tkley. &lt;br /&gt;faci je leh gi. nk laksanakan amanah konon.&lt;br /&gt;k tkp la. dah lepas haiz.&lt;br /&gt;bobal punye bobal. dah nk kol 12. chow dulu ah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update some pics later. &lt;br /&gt;and maybe video of us acting (: wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3373778367381195820?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3373778367381195820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3373778367381195820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan.html' title='ramadhan?'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7723212470750415928</id><published>2009-09-11T07:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:31:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curiosity. confused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;ever wonder anything about burmuda triangles?&lt;br /&gt;dinosaurs? people missing?&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i gt sooo many questions always &lt;br /&gt;popping in my head when i dnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i cnt help myself.&lt;br /&gt;have u ever think about this?&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl went missing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/?action=view&amp;current=bermuda_triangle1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/bermuda_triangle1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;first of all, how did flight 19 went missing in 5 dec 1945?&lt;br /&gt;some said that the area had a huge magnetic field&lt;br /&gt;thus, it sinks think and the compases go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;ive tried searching for more infos but was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;why didnt they send a remote air plane or a boat.&lt;br /&gt;so they could check from far? &lt;br /&gt;is bermuda triangle a myth or real?&lt;br /&gt;anyone has the answer to it? tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/?action=view&amp;current=9f19df230ce3e80e1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/9f19df230ce3e80e1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;dinosaurs. hmm&lt;br /&gt;and ive always wondered how did the dinosaurs extinct?&lt;br /&gt;not enough food or preys? too many predators?&lt;br /&gt;some ppl think that the global warming and melting ice caps did the job. &lt;br /&gt;i know some people think it's a myth created by environmentalists, &lt;br /&gt;but still, it could have happened back then. &lt;br /&gt;however, global warming can be caused naturally and man made.&lt;br /&gt;for example the pollution. eg; factories, vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;how can the earth be polluted by factories and vehicles&lt;br /&gt;when no human was alive during that period.&lt;br /&gt;could it be caused by methane gas?&lt;br /&gt;which was released from arctic tundra and wetlands?&lt;br /&gt;ahha! volcano? haha. larva did the job. lol&lt;br /&gt;k crap, but still, the mystery remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/?action=view&amp;current=missing_pic1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll163/nahzeerule/missing_pic1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;thirdly, ppl went missing.&lt;br /&gt;there are two main qs. why? and where?&lt;br /&gt;isnt it weird that they dont care about their family?&lt;br /&gt;their loved ones? as why didnt they return?&lt;br /&gt;do they have money with them? or maybe&lt;br /&gt;get killed? died of hunger? kidnapped?&lt;br /&gt;ouh god! i really need some answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually idk why im writing all this.&lt;br /&gt;im weird lol. satu mlm tk tido psl bende ni haha.&lt;br /&gt;skrg ngantok gler oi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah i'll be searching for more infos nxt tym haha.&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone have the link, tag me at my tagboard (:&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7723212470750415928?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7723212470750415928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7723212470750415928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/curiosity-confused.html' title='curiosity. confused!'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3240745017540554211</id><published>2009-09-10T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:26:00.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring uh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;i gt tuition earlier at 10 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and my alarm didnt work. so i was late.&lt;br /&gt;i rash and ran all the way haha. &lt;br /&gt;phew. nga puase tawu!&lt;br /&gt;then, kene jumpe zuhaili ngn amir kt paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;abe doreg gi buat charity work. smpi kol 2.&lt;br /&gt;kene tunggu dorg kt sultan utk 1 jam lebe. &lt;br /&gt;leceh sey. then suddenly khaliesah pangel.&lt;br /&gt;dier ckp ade meeting for this bonding camp season two.&lt;br /&gt;the theme is = youth sure bole! cume...&lt;br /&gt;mcm step gerek je haha.&lt;br /&gt;k tkp. byk nye camp haha. &lt;br /&gt;this yr dah masok byk sey camp haha.&lt;br /&gt;byk duet nk kene pki.&lt;br /&gt;then dlm kol 3 gitu ktorg gi geylang.&lt;br /&gt;amir nk beli songkok. dah rosak la&lt;br /&gt;itu lah, ini lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;dah lah panas terik. kehausan sey.&lt;br /&gt;pastu ktorg naek train nk gi bishan.&lt;br /&gt;kene gi annahdhah. ade meeting psl acting.&lt;br /&gt;nnt kene act time N.O.P&lt;br /&gt;me, zuhaili, amir, ammar, qamrul and afai.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cter mepek. rase2 nye boring tp tkp la kn?&lt;br /&gt;kte discuss punye discuss. smpi lah nk buke.&lt;br /&gt;mknan kt nahdhah slalu sedap sey.&lt;br /&gt;time tu nasi kuning. niari laok kurma.&lt;br /&gt;wow. kenyang. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;then ajak si zuhaili gi McD&lt;br /&gt;nk beli apple pie. mengidam haha. &lt;br /&gt;and curry-o. fuuh! sedap sey.&lt;br /&gt;pastu ni zuhaili nk beli stokin.&lt;br /&gt;nk yg murah je. budget btol dekni.&lt;br /&gt;ade je nk complain haha.&lt;br /&gt;then kte pusing2 jap bru blek.&lt;br /&gt;bile nga otw blek - kt dlm mrt,&lt;br /&gt;my dad called. hah! dier tanye kt mane.&lt;br /&gt;so i replied. nga otw blek.&lt;br /&gt;skali, dier kate kt rumah tkd org.&lt;br /&gt;dah la tk bwk kunci pastu dorg blek lmbt.&lt;br /&gt;kene jage bazaar katekn. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;then pike punye pike, try gi rumah mkck ah.&lt;br /&gt;naseb baek ade my atok. so mintak kunci then blek.&lt;br /&gt;punye lah suey, ble smpi rumah. sume dah blek. haha&lt;br /&gt;leceh sey. jln sane jln sini. haha.&lt;br /&gt;kaki mcm nk tercabot haha.&lt;br /&gt;ni bru smpi rumah. &lt;br /&gt;laen kali jgn lupe bwk kunci ye kwn2 haha.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;k now im sleepy. nk gi tido.&lt;br /&gt;night night. &lt;br /&gt;on random note. yay! ive finished my maths hw haha.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and lily is one great friend haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3240745017540554211?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3240745017540554211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3240745017540554211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiring-uh.html' title='tiring uh.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-1712262234285216485</id><published>2009-09-09T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:10:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potter's confession part three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;heyho. got this video wanna share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard the song confession part two?&lt;br /&gt;here's the third pasrt haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's really lame, funny and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. enjoy dudes!&lt;br /&gt;and read the lyrics haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UxYT8NEDDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UxYT8NEDDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;there's more than that. here's a video about harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;potter puppets pals. another stupid video haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it's fun to watch haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:900%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1712262234285216485?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1712262234285216485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1712262234285216485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-part-three.html' title='potter&apos;s confession part three'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-6005402404965330438</id><published>2009-09-08T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:53:28.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homejoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;haha. homejoy. *nk sedapkn hati je*&lt;br /&gt;padehal padehal. homework buat leceh je.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it. its not really enjoying lol.&lt;br /&gt;aniwae ive just realised that&lt;br /&gt;my maths book is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;homework belambak sey. &lt;br /&gt;org dahj semangat2 abe buku tkd. &lt;br /&gt;alermak! grr grr!&lt;br /&gt;thursday nk gi amaths ke tk?&lt;br /&gt;mcm mls uh. tp klw gi dpt amek buku.&lt;br /&gt;haha. k now im bored. &lt;br /&gt;home alone, nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;tkd org yg nk chat =P *tk mintak simpati eh*&lt;br /&gt;haha. haiz. so, so, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;klah i think im gonna stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-6005402404965330438?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6005402404965330438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6005402404965330438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/homejoy.html' title='homejoy'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3014718304333603115</id><published>2009-09-07T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:17:00.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUIT percuma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;what do i mean by duit?&lt;br /&gt;its not that money.&lt;br /&gt;but its the thing u need to be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;= doa. without it, whatever u do wont be much of a help.&lt;br /&gt;as everything is from Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;= usaha. but, even if ure doa or plead to god everytime&lt;br /&gt;without usaha, u wont achieve it too. dont be like jabariah.&lt;br /&gt;leaving all to Allah without trying. im not discriminating (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;= ikhtiar. after doa and usaha, choose the best way to get it.&lt;br /&gt;and insyAllah with good ways, Allah will help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;= tawakkal. as all of us know, kita merancang Allah menentukan.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't come out the way we want, just bare with it.&lt;br /&gt;and if it does, pray and feel grateful to Him.&lt;br /&gt;why do i chose to talk about this?&lt;br /&gt;after returning from RYC, ive learnt quite a numnber of things.&lt;br /&gt;one of it is perseverance. not that i never knew about that.&lt;br /&gt;but, if u set ur mind,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;DONT GIVE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;, im sure everything will&lt;br /&gt;go smoothly. obstacles is nothing. trust me. just have confidence.&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing success is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;PERCUMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;PERlukan Confidence, Usaha, Motivasi dan Amalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;confidence is the utmost of all. even if anyone motivate u&lt;br /&gt;but ure not confident about it, it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;and do u know that, psychology had proven that&lt;br /&gt;if u set ur mind positively, it will work out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;here's one scenario; if ure balncing urself on a rope,&lt;br /&gt;and u tell ur mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;DONT fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt; you will fall.&lt;br /&gt;why? because theres a negative word ie;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00;"&gt;DONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;instead of saying dont fall, u should say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:270%;color:#fffc00"&gt;BALANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;get rid of the negative words and insyAllah it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;here's a video about Nick Vujicic.&lt;br /&gt;Nick Vujicic is a unique young man with an urgent message.&lt;br /&gt;his humorous antics, honest approach, and heart-warming affirmations&lt;br /&gt;are helping to bring hope to millions of youth, children and adults&lt;br /&gt;in australia and around the globe. you will be moved and motivated&lt;br /&gt;to live life to the full, and never give up! enjoy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sHyzatcBq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sHyzatcBq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffbcd5;"&gt;so how was it? amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;a person without limbs nor hands can do so many things.&lt;br /&gt;why cant we, someone who can do alot of things be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;and always be pessimistic. im just inspired by him.&lt;br /&gt;thought of becoming a psychologist or a counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;and if u have done something bad,&lt;br /&gt;u can always repent and have a new life.&lt;br /&gt;start something new. buang yang keroh ambil yang jernih.&lt;br /&gt;there's no such word as too late.&lt;br /&gt;be someone good and can change the life of others to a better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3014718304333603115?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3014718304333603115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3014718304333603115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/duit-percuma.html' title='DUIT percuma.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2881081356561455984</id><published>2009-09-04T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:12:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with the heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;eh, mcm dah lame tk update.&lt;br /&gt;tk la lame sgt haha.&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, tht time i went to geylang haha.&lt;br /&gt;dgn my frens uh. bdk2 kampong lol.&lt;br /&gt;ktorg jumpe dlm kol 2 gitu.&lt;br /&gt;gi maen dota jap haha. tkd keje sey.&lt;br /&gt;pastu gedebak gedebuk, ktorg naek bus gi geylang&lt;br /&gt;pastu ternampak akma and HER lagi kt bustop haha.&lt;br /&gt;first skali nmpk dorg kt bugis junction haha.&lt;br /&gt;then akma join ktorg haha.&lt;br /&gt;ble kt sane, first2 jln mendak sey, tk byk bende best.&lt;br /&gt;pastu tolong zuhaili crik bju kurong haha.&lt;br /&gt;cerewet giler. nk murah tap lawa. haha&lt;br /&gt;at last beli yg $50 nye. kene mrh ngn amir.&lt;br /&gt;amir mcm bpk sey haha. FIERCE oi. haha&lt;br /&gt;kte pun pusing2 ah. pastu nk kt buka,&lt;br /&gt;tkd tempat sey nk mkn.&lt;br /&gt;so beli something buat alas perot dulu.&lt;br /&gt;pastu solat then mkn.&lt;br /&gt;tawu tk ktorg buka kt mane?&lt;br /&gt;tgk lah gambar ni. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDu65SuLTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZbKL3FKAy6w/s1600-h/sebelom+solat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377560650659540274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDu65SuLTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZbKL3FKAy6w/s320/sebelom+solat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDuubKfNmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X6FGe_dizV8/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377560436413511266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDuubKfNmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X6FGe_dizV8/s320/road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;haha. kt road tawu tk.&lt;br /&gt;tk pena kn? style kn? lol&lt;br /&gt;k pathethic haha. naseb hp irfan ade radio lol.&lt;br /&gt;ni first time buka ngn kwn. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;pastu lepas solat kt darul arqam,&lt;br /&gt;ktorg gi geylang. nk mkn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377561878109999618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDwCV5t0gI/AAAAAAAAARE/LvyVf3lEEB4/s320/buka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;sedap jgk uh nasi padang dier.&lt;br /&gt;kesian qamarul tk dpt abeskn mknan.&lt;br /&gt;kenyang sgt haha. pastu jln2 jap then blek.&lt;br /&gt;smpi rumah dlm kol 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377562181002607746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDwT-Q8PII/AAAAAAAAARM/PQcs_1jGcjE/s320/dabes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0c6d;"&gt;and and, my results dah rabak sey. grades sume turon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yg slalu dpt A skrg B or C.&lt;br /&gt;take physics for instant.&lt;br /&gt;ive been ace-ing it.&lt;br /&gt;but dunnoe what happen ive just passed it.&lt;br /&gt;english pn same. haha. tap tkp lah.&lt;br /&gt;bkn tk usaha. bende2 yg da hafal yg ale2 hilang.&lt;br /&gt;then, tad gi marina square.&lt;br /&gt;beli bju. and maen bowling hehe.&lt;br /&gt;dah lame tk maen bowling. dah karat haha.&lt;br /&gt;igtkn nk beli ngn amir skali tk jadi so beli sorg.&lt;br /&gt;haha. klah nk kt buka.&lt;br /&gt;nk kene siapkn barang sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;sorg ah kt rumah. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;nasi + ayam + telor. ok lah tu haha.&lt;br /&gt;kk bye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2881081356561455984?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2881081356561455984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2881081356561455984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/09/outing-with-heroes.html' title='outing with the heroes'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzjm8mVso5w/SqDu65SuLTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZbKL3FKAy6w/s72-c/sebelom+solat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3433451497788300165</id><published>2009-08-28T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:04:57.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ibu oh ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;helo semua. ni ade cerita atau surat dari seseorng utk seseorg&lt;br /&gt;saye dapat dari email.&lt;br /&gt;buat tatapan semua yg masih mempunyai ibu/emak/mama/umi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;terlalu bosan rasanya duduk membilang hari.&lt;br /&gt;dah hampir sepuluh bulan mak pergi,&lt;br /&gt;rasanya baru semalam mak peluk kiter &lt;br /&gt;sejuk syahdu masih terasa &lt;br /&gt;lagi nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak tawu tak.....&lt;br /&gt;itu lah pertama kali mak peluk anak mak yang nakal ni sejak&lt;br /&gt;dewasa.....&lt;br /&gt;dan itu juga terakhir kali nya!&lt;br /&gt;Erm... rupanya mak dah tau mak nak pergi jauh,&lt;br /&gt;nak tinggal kan anak2 mak. &lt;br /&gt;nak tinggal kan dunia yang fana ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak macam dah sedia.&lt;br /&gt;seminggu sebelum tu,&lt;br /&gt;mak dah menganyam tikar mengkuang 3 helai.&lt;br /&gt;akak kata sampai ke pagi mak anyam tikar tuu.&lt;br /&gt;tanpa rasa mengantuk, tanpa rasa letih.&lt;br /&gt;kakak pun rasa hairan.&lt;br /&gt;mak tak penah buat gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu mak pasang radio kecil di sebelah mak.&lt;br /&gt;tapi mak seolah2 tak sedar &lt;br /&gt;bahawa rancangan radio tu siaran siam,&lt;br /&gt;kengkadang siaran indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;mak terus tekun menganyam.&lt;br /&gt;rupanya tikar yang telah mak siapkan tu &lt;br /&gt;di gunakan untuk mengiringi mak ke kuburan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu mak sapu sampah sekeliling rumah bersih2.&lt;br /&gt;pastu mak jemur karpet-karpet.&lt;br /&gt;pastu mak ubahkan sofa ke tempat lain.&lt;br /&gt;mak biarkan ruang tu kosong.&lt;br /&gt;rupanya kat situ jenazah mak diletakkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paling menarik sekali mak bgtau &lt;br /&gt;kat maner sume duit dan barang kemas mak.&lt;br /&gt;ada kat dalam almari,&lt;br /&gt;ada kat dalam dalam beg,&lt;br /&gt;ada dalam ASB,&lt;br /&gt;ada kat dalam Tabung Haji,&lt;br /&gt;mak cakap tak berapa cukup lagi,&lt;br /&gt;ada kat dalam gulung tikar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa tu mak perasan takk??&lt;br /&gt;kiter gelak sakan bila mak bgtau duit dalam gulung tikar.&lt;br /&gt;kiter kata mak ni memang old fashion la.&lt;br /&gt;mak cuma gelak jer.&lt;br /&gt;erm. bahagia nya saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;hari tu hari sabtu pukul 3 petang mak tiba2 sakit perut.&lt;br /&gt;bila malam tu kiter sampai dari KL.&lt;br /&gt;mak dah dalam kesakitan.&lt;br /&gt;akak dan abang kat kampong semua dah pujuk.&lt;br /&gt;mak tetap takmau pi hospital.&lt;br /&gt;cuma tinggal giliran kiter yang belum pujuk.&lt;br /&gt;mak kata mak takmau duduk dalam hospital.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kiter berkeras juga pujukk.&lt;br /&gt;nanti di hospital ada doktor,&lt;br /&gt;ada ubat untuk mak,&lt;br /&gt;kat rumah kami hanya mampu sapu minyak dan urut jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak tetap tak bersetuju.&lt;br /&gt;mak memang degil.&lt;br /&gt;tak salah, anak mak yang ni pon mengikut perangai mak tu.&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirnya bila melihat keadaan mak makin teruk.&lt;br /&gt;mak sakit perut sampai nak sentuh &lt;br /&gt;perut mak pon sakit kami adik - beradik &lt;br /&gt;sepakat hantar juga mak ke hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;amponkan kami semua.&lt;br /&gt;kami nak mak sehat.&lt;br /&gt;kami sayang mak.&lt;br /&gt;kami tak mau mak mendrita.&lt;br /&gt;kami terpaksa juga hantar mak ke hospital.&lt;br /&gt;amponkan kami yer mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;malam tu abang bawak mak ke hospital&lt;br /&gt;dan itu lah pertama dan terakhir kali mak naik kereta kiter.&lt;br /&gt;masih terbayang betapa ceria dan gembiranya mak, &lt;br /&gt;kiter kata nak beli kereta.&lt;br /&gt;mak asyik tanya ajer.&lt;br /&gt;cukup ker duitt.&lt;br /&gt;kiter jawab pula,&lt;br /&gt;kalau tak cukup, mak kan banyak duit.&lt;br /&gt;mak gelak ajerr.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lepas tu bila kereta kiter sampai.&lt;br /&gt;mak buat kenduri kesyukuran.&lt;br /&gt;dan kiter masih ingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;bila kiter eksiden terlanggar Ah-Chong naik motor.&lt;br /&gt;punya la takut.&lt;br /&gt;kiter warning akak jangan sesekali bgtau kat mak.&lt;br /&gt;bila balik sahaja kampong.&lt;br /&gt;kiter cepat-cepat simpan keta dalam garaj.&lt;br /&gt;tapi mak perasan juga bumper depan kemek.&lt;br /&gt;mak tanya kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;selamba jerr kiter jawab terlangar pokok bunga.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak....&lt;br /&gt;tujuan kiter menipu tu supaya mak tak risau.&lt;br /&gt;maaf! kan kiter kerana sampai mak pergi mak tak tau hal sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;mak, kiter menipu mak kan.&lt;br /&gt;ampon kan kiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.&lt;br /&gt;jam 4.30 pagi&lt;br /&gt;bila tiba aja kat hospital.&lt;br /&gt;nurse tengah balut mak dengan kain putih.&lt;br /&gt;mak mesti nampak kiter jatuh terduduk di lantai hospital.&lt;br /&gt;mesti mak rase abang cium dahi mak.&lt;br /&gt;mesti mak dengar akak baca doa untuk mak.&lt;br /&gt;mesti mak nampak adik terduduk kat kerusi kat sudut tu.&lt;br /&gt;mesti mak perasan semua tu kan? kan? kan?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak tau tak....&lt;br /&gt;pagi tu balik dari hospital jam 5.20 pagi &lt;br /&gt;kiter mamandu dalam keadaan separuh sedar.&lt;br /&gt;adik kat sebelah diam melayan perasann.&lt;br /&gt;kenangan bersama mak berputar dalam kepala ini.&lt;br /&gt;jalan di depan terasa makin kelam.&lt;br /&gt;airmata dah tak mampu di tahan.&lt;br /&gt;masa tu seandainya apa-apa terjadi di jalan itu kiter rela.&lt;br /&gt;namun alhamdulillah akhirnya kiter sampai juga.&lt;br /&gt;disebabkan pagi masih awal, jadi jalan tu lenggang.&lt;br /&gt;kosong. ...sekosong hati ini.&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang perjalanan terasa &lt;br /&gt;kedinginan subuh itu lain benar suasananya.&lt;br /&gt;terasa syahdu dan sayu. dingin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;kiter masih ingat lagi...&lt;br /&gt;kiter baca AlQuran kat tepi mak temankan mak &lt;br /&gt;jam 11.00 pagi mak dimandikan.&lt;br /&gt;anak2 mak yang pangku masa mak mandi.&lt;br /&gt;mak mesti rasa betapa lembut nya &lt;br /&gt;kami mengosok seluruh tubuh mak.&lt;br /&gt;kiter gosok kaki mak perlahan lahan.&lt;br /&gt;mak perasan tak?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;makcik yang mandikan mak tu pujuk kiter.&lt;br /&gt;dia kata: " dik, jangan nangis kalau sayang mak.&lt;br /&gt;jangan buat gitu. jangan nangis ya?"&lt;br /&gt;bila makcik tu kata gitu.&lt;br /&gt;lagi la laju airmata ni.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kiter kawal supaya tak menitik atas mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;sampai stakat ini kiter tulis surat ni.&lt;br /&gt;kiter nangis ni.&lt;br /&gt;ni kat dlm bilik, baru pukul 4.00 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;tkde orang yang bangun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;kiter terdengar nasyid tajuk "anak soleh" kiter sedih.&lt;br /&gt;kiter rindu kat mak..!&lt;br /&gt;takpa la.&lt;br /&gt;nanti bila kita selesai sembanyang subuh, &lt;br /&gt;kiter baca yassin untuk mak.&lt;br /&gt;mak tunggu ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;sebelum muka mak di tutup buat selamanya,&lt;br /&gt;kesemua anak2 mak mengelilingi mak.&lt;br /&gt;menatap wajah mak buat kali terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;semua orang kata mak seolah2 senyum saje.&lt;br /&gt;mak rase tak?&lt;br /&gt;masa tu kiter sentuh dahi mak.&lt;br /&gt;kiter rasa sejuk sangat dahi makk.&lt;br /&gt;kiter tak mampu nak cium mak,&lt;br /&gt;kiter tak berdaya.&lt;br /&gt;kiter tuliskan kalimah tauhid kat dahi mak dengan air mawar.&lt;br /&gt;airmata kiter tak boleh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;mak mesti ingatkan yang anak mak ni jadi &lt;br /&gt;imam solat jenazah untuk mak.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kite suruh tok imam bacakan doa sebab kite sebak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;jam 12 tengahari mak diusung keluar dari rumah!&lt;br /&gt;akak pula dah terkulai dlm pelukan makcik.&lt;br /&gt;badan akak terasa panas mak.&lt;br /&gt;anak mak yang seorang tu demam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak tauu...&lt;br /&gt;cuma akak sorang saja anak mak yang &lt;br /&gt;tak mengiringi mak ke tanah perkuburan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak.....&lt;br /&gt;hari2 kiter lalui tanpa kewujudan mak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;begitu terasa kehilangan mak.&lt;br /&gt;boleh kata setiap malam selepas maghrib &lt;br /&gt;anak mak ini berendam airmata.&lt;br /&gt;dan sampai satu tahap.&lt;br /&gt;masa tu malam jumaat selepas maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;selepas kiter baca yassin ngan kawan-kawan.&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa biler kat bilik kiter &lt;br /&gt;keluarkan gambar2 mak pastu apa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;semakin kiter tenung terasa semakin sayu.&lt;br /&gt;tangisan tak dapat dibendung.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak tau.&lt;br /&gt;kiter cuba bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;memujuk diri sendiri tapi tak juga reda.&lt;br /&gt;kiter rasa nak telefon mak.&lt;br /&gt;nak cakap dengan mak.&lt;br /&gt;anak mak yang ni dah tak betul kan?&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya dalam sedu sedan itu kiter telefon kampong.&lt;br /&gt;kiter bilang akak, kiter nangis lagi.&lt;br /&gt;puas la akak memujuk kiter.&lt;br /&gt;akak kata: " tak baik laa nangis aje, doa lah untuk mak."&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya akak juga nangis.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mak tau tak??&lt;br /&gt;di saat itu kerinduan terasa menusuk sehingga ke hulu hati.&lt;br /&gt;rasa nyilu sangat&lt;br /&gt;menusuk-nusuk sehingga terasa begitu sakit dalam dada ni.&lt;br /&gt;sampai sekarang bila kerinduan itu menjelma.&lt;br /&gt;hanya sedekah al-fatihah kiter dapat berikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak....&lt;br /&gt;cukup la sampai sini dulu.&lt;br /&gt;kawan kiter dah ketuk pintu bilik tu.&lt;br /&gt;kejap lagi kami nak pergi solat subuh kat masjid.&lt;br /&gt;selalunya, kiter yang bawak mak naik motor kan.&lt;br /&gt;kali ni kiter jalan kaki dengan kawan pulak.&lt;br /&gt;esok kiter ingat nak tulis surat kat ayah pula.&lt;br /&gt;mula2 kiter tak tau nak hantar mana surat ni.&lt;br /&gt;pastu kawan kiter bgtau.&lt;br /&gt;simpan je buat kenangan.&lt;br /&gt;kiter cuma tau alamat ni aje.&lt;br /&gt;takper yer mak.&lt;br /&gt;kiter kasi orang lain baca.&lt;br /&gt;kiter stop dulu.&lt;br /&gt;sebab kawan kiter dah lama tunggu tu.&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata untuk mak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:360%;color:#FFFC00;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;dan jutaan terima kasih kerana membesarkan kiter.&lt;br /&gt;memberi seluruh kasih sayang dari kecil sampai masuk sekolah..&lt;br /&gt;sampai masuk universiti.&lt;br /&gt;sampai kiter boleh rase naik kapal terbang.&lt;br /&gt;boleh rasa duduk kat negara orang.&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhir hayat ini jasa mak tak akan mampu kiter balas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sekian terima kasih,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang benar &lt;br /&gt;anak mak yang dah tak degil&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;akhir kate dri saye,&lt;br /&gt;surat ini berjaya 'menyentuh' banyak hati selain dari mengingatkan &lt;br /&gt;jasa ibu kita, ia mampu menaikkan semangat kita utk terus berusaha &lt;br /&gt;dalam lapangan masing2 dan menjaga mereka sebelom mereka pergi&lt;br /&gt;dgn izin Allah s.w.t. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;wassalam. -nazirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3433451497788300165?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3433451497788300165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3433451497788300165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/helo-everyone.html' title='ibu oh ibu'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7249467475092563437</id><published>2009-08-21T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:15:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt; waaaaaaa. toys everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;haha. school, malls and even in mosques.&lt;br /&gt;just got home, and what i observed and realised is that&lt;br /&gt;last 2 yrs, they were playing duel masters. &lt;br /&gt;dueling anywhere they can.&lt;br /&gt;last yr, there were kraks everywhere. haha&lt;br /&gt;and now, yo-yo.&lt;br /&gt;i think tht mass media had done &lt;br /&gt;a good job influencing them gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;k this is random anyway.&lt;br /&gt;lol. just irritae me to say toys everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i dnt think im like tht i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;too engrossed with such toys haha.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm. nnt dah besar they will think like me too.&lt;br /&gt;wee. eh besok puase haha.&lt;br /&gt;jumpe kol 3 kt NLB tau. jgn lmbt.&lt;br /&gt;nnt aku tknk ajar haha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;eh tk jadi. ade tuition ahha.&lt;br /&gt;tkya jumpe kol 3 lol.&lt;br /&gt;chow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7249467475092563437?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7249467475092563437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7249467475092563437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/influence.html' title='influence'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3204581550775638336</id><published>2009-08-20T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:43:17.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentieth ogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;nothing much happen today.&lt;br /&gt;went to school as ussual. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and reached school about 6.45&lt;br /&gt;siang kn? tawu haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i live in bukitpanjang u know.&lt;br /&gt;and there was assembly.&lt;br /&gt;got the bilinggual competition.&lt;br /&gt;waly was good u know.&lt;br /&gt;his eng was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;i envy him for having &lt;br /&gt;the talent to speak fluently.&lt;br /&gt;and during eng,&lt;br /&gt;the results was announced by ibrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;won.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;i mean my team haha.&lt;br /&gt;dpt chocolate. wee. sedap oi.&lt;br /&gt;cadburry haha. tap dabes uh.&lt;br /&gt;share ngn 10 org. mane cukop.&lt;br /&gt;we wont win if not for nuriman and shazly.&lt;br /&gt;haha. smart students (:&lt;br /&gt;and my lappy is getting crazier.&lt;br /&gt;grr. geram oi! &lt;br /&gt;nk maen dota pn susah. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3204581550775638336?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3204581550775638336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3204581550775638336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/twentieth-ogos.html' title='twentieth ogos'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2686250714985516011</id><published>2009-08-19T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:51:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;just now, i was the first speaker for the mini debate.&lt;br /&gt;in english u know. haha. rabak sey.&lt;br /&gt;perasaan gementar tiba2 muncul.&lt;br /&gt;aku cuba menghapuskannya.&lt;br /&gt;tetapi sia-sia sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;haha. k mepek.&lt;br /&gt;then dapat gula2 lol.&lt;br /&gt;share uh ngn kwn2 hehe.&lt;br /&gt;k tk penting.&lt;br /&gt;then then, blek naek mrt haha.&lt;br /&gt;skrg dah tk suke naek bus 960.&lt;br /&gt;naek mrt lagi best. ngn amir n zuhaili.&lt;br /&gt;blh cter2 haha. tap nazirul sorg je yg slalu bbl.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. klah nk mkn ah.&lt;br /&gt;nasi paprik dah tunggu ni.&lt;br /&gt;haha. k chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2686250714985516011?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2686250714985516011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2686250714985516011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-now-i-was-first-speaker-for-mini.html' title='nervous'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3863516950988272285</id><published>2009-08-16T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:05:13.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;anyone notice something?&lt;br /&gt;during this H1N1 period.&lt;br /&gt;its really easy to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cough, flu, fever.&lt;br /&gt;darn it.&lt;br /&gt;kaye sey clinic and hospital haha&lt;br /&gt;doctors nye gaji pn naek.&lt;br /&gt;k mepek. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oit. mendak ah kt rumah.&lt;br /&gt;jom maen dota lagi haha.&lt;br /&gt;k nth to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3863516950988272285?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3863516950988272285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3863516950988272285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick-sick-sick.html' title='sick sick sick'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7136797606109777036</id><published>2009-08-14T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:19:15.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drowzy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;know what? ive been using this com for like 9 hours!&lt;br /&gt;since 2.30 pm after my solat jumaat.&lt;br /&gt;WTH sey. im now pening. and lapar. grr.&lt;br /&gt;nahu nahu and nahu. &lt;br /&gt;haiz. just finish editing it.&lt;br /&gt;mabok ah. help me!&lt;br /&gt;haha. and im gonna off soon.&lt;br /&gt;cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so i just drop by to say this haha.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. im sleepy lol.&lt;br /&gt;and hungry. never full.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow. gonna play takraw haha.&lt;br /&gt;just strted lol.&lt;br /&gt;beginner. what cn i say.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okey lah. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;my bed is calling me haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7136797606109777036?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7136797606109777036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7136797606109777036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/drowzy-ness.html' title='drowzy-ness'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3449277180375088196</id><published>2009-08-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:20:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to communicate difficult feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;when we are upset, disappointed, frustrated or angry, it is difficult to communicate lovingly. when negative emotions come up, we tend momentarily to lose our loving feelings of trust, care, understanding, acceptance, appreciation and respect. at such times, even with the best intentions, our talk turns into fighting. in the heat of the moment, we do not remember how to communicate in a way that works for our partner or for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times like these, women unknowingly tend to blame men and make them feel guilty for their actions. instead  of remembering that her partner is doing the best he can, a woman could assume the worst and sound critical and resentful. when she feels a surge of negative feelings, it is especially difficult for a woman to speak in a trusting, acceptance and appreciating way. she does not realise hw negative and hurtful her attitude is to her partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when men become upset, they tend to become judgemental of women and their feelings. instead of remembering that his partner is vulnerable and sensitive, a man may forget her needs and sound mean and uncaring. when he feels a surge of negative feelings, it is especially difficult for him to speak in a caring, understanding and respectful way. he doesn't realise how hurtful his negative attitude is to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this, i realise that its true haha. trying to work on it haha. i mean the uncaring part. but there's a way to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;1. find a third party to help&lt;br /&gt;2. write a letter to convince him/her.&lt;br /&gt;3. let the both of u cooldown first.&lt;br /&gt;i think 3 is enough haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow there's hadith test. haiz. leceh uh.&lt;br /&gt;satu bende pn blom hafal. haiz. &lt;br /&gt;lazy lazy and lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;going to study soon. haha. &lt;br /&gt;as if i would. lol.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm, ill try. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3449277180375088196?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3449277180375088196'/><link 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hanna&lt;br /&gt;so dont marry because of leisure (:&lt;br /&gt;and never say.&lt;br /&gt;SEX is everything in marriage. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the more you hurt people's heart,&lt;br /&gt;the blacker will be ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;                     -ustazah fatimah&lt;br /&gt;so bare in mind not to hurt others (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sick. darn it. grr.&lt;br /&gt;tk tawu besok nk skola ke tk.&lt;br /&gt;go away headache, cough.&lt;br /&gt;uve been there for weeks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;k im crazy now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is a random post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1844287282266712323?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1844287282266712323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1844287282266712323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2685690451742652257</id><published>2009-08-11T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:27:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments. tests. homeworks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;helo helo. im posting again. haha&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be posting everyday &lt;br /&gt;as i dnt have anything better to do haha.&lt;br /&gt;know what? i failed my faraidh &lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever sey haha.&lt;br /&gt;used to be my forte sey. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;my mid yr was 80 haha.&lt;br /&gt;now 9/20 lol. kekek uh.&lt;br /&gt;tapi tkp. i didnt study.&lt;br /&gt;so tk slhkn sape2 (:&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ade test fiqh.&lt;br /&gt;blom blaja. nnt strt uh.&lt;br /&gt;after posting this.&lt;br /&gt;sempat eh nazirul haha.&lt;br /&gt;and hmwk malay, olvl practice lah. mcm2.&lt;br /&gt;assignments. haiz. stress jgk aku gini.&lt;br /&gt;haha. naseb assignment video bru abes.&lt;br /&gt;blh blaja fiqh nnt. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;k then, when i was heading home,&lt;br /&gt;actually was in the mrt standing&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly rafah msg,&lt;br /&gt;she said that wanee passed her a message for me.&lt;br /&gt;she said tht she still regard me as her fren&lt;br /&gt;so if i wanna chat with just do so.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i deleted her msn months ago.&lt;br /&gt;was about to forget her. and live my life as ussual.&lt;br /&gt;and i dnt think i'll be adding her back&lt;br /&gt;even though i still rmb her email clearly.&lt;br /&gt;but i was suprised btw. why would she talked about me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. to think tht i gt the answer before asking rafah.&lt;br /&gt;so she was the one behind all this haha.&lt;br /&gt;she strted talking to wanee about me.&lt;br /&gt;so there goes the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;yes i know im lonely but im no desperado (:&lt;br /&gt;so i dnt beg for frens haha. mind that okey (:&lt;br /&gt;k forget about tht. aniwae having a fren is a gift&lt;br /&gt;so treasure them (: my advice only haha.&lt;br /&gt;so after alighting the mrt, i boarded the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;finally, there was a seat. so i sat there.&lt;br /&gt;haha. tired. what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, there was a pregnant woman&lt;br /&gt;i gave her my sit out of pity.&lt;br /&gt;BUT she didnt even say thank you. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;what a courtesy. grr.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm, that was random though.&lt;br /&gt;but im ikhlas k. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;ive got nth to say. so i'll just type whats in my mind haha.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, im so gonna study for fiqh and finish my malay.&lt;br /&gt;laziness begets me haha. becoming lazier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. klah maybe i'll update again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;will update everyday cause nth to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-2685690451742652257?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2685690451742652257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/2685690451742652257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignments-tests-homeworks.html' title='assignments. tests. homeworks.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4329340442655819086</id><published>2009-08-10T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:28:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prank call haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;wassup bro! haha.&lt;br /&gt;niari tkd byk bende terjadi ah.&lt;br /&gt;jadi post siket je.&lt;br /&gt;tad pag, gua ngn members gua gi toh guan&lt;br /&gt;ktorg maen takraw lah bro.&lt;br /&gt;fullermak! gerek lah bro.&lt;br /&gt;tap gua bru beginner jad kaki saket bro haha.&lt;br /&gt;ade satu bro ni, name dier bro ayid.&lt;br /&gt;dier plan kol 10. &lt;br /&gt;gua pn semangat lah bro. gua dtg kol 10.&lt;br /&gt;sekali tkd org lah bro. &lt;br /&gt;dier pn bru bgn tido bro haha.&lt;br /&gt;gua tunggu punye tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;bro amir plak kol. dier pn bru bgn tido.&lt;br /&gt;naseb rumah dekat bro. &lt;br /&gt;ktorg strt dlm kol 10.45 bro.&lt;br /&gt;pastu stop dlm kol 1.15&lt;br /&gt;nk gi blaja lah bro. &lt;br /&gt;byk test ah. so ktorg gi rumah ustazah fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;blaja psl haid. haha. tk phm btol.&lt;br /&gt;gedebak gedebuk. da kol 3.30 ktorg pn blek.&lt;br /&gt;ni gua dah smpi rumah ni bro.&lt;br /&gt;tk psl2 ade bdk kol ah bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bdk: helo, aku filzah, akma kasi num kau kt aku.&lt;br /&gt;           ade org kate kau ske aku eh?&lt;br /&gt;           serious eh?&lt;br /&gt;bro nazirul: ni sape ni? bdk mane ni? salah no. eh?&lt;br /&gt;             ke giler? *nga gelak ni*&lt;br /&gt;tk psl2 dier strt maki. alermak. tk syg mulot lah babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu lah kesahnye. boring kn bro? haha. gua tawu.&lt;br /&gt;tap gua share je. tkd citer ah. gua pn nga bored.&lt;br /&gt;haha. kt rumah sorg2. kesian.&lt;br /&gt;nga lapar plak tu. yg laen sume gi johor.&lt;br /&gt;klah bro. gua mintak diri dulu.&lt;br /&gt;nnt senang2 gua update lag lah bro haha.&lt;br /&gt;chow!~ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4329340442655819086?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4329340442655819086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4329340442655819086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/bdk-giler-datang.html' title='prank call haha'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-652205846332932799</id><published>2009-08-09T13:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:48.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;haha. idk why i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think im gonna be sick.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so if im sick i need medicine right?&lt;br /&gt;i thik i laughed cause its the best medicine haha.&lt;br /&gt;from the moment i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;my head just hurts. darn it!&lt;br /&gt;every time i step my feet,&lt;br /&gt;it gets worse. haha.&lt;br /&gt;this headache is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;currently, im chatting with lily.&lt;br /&gt;long lost fren haha.&lt;br /&gt;we contacted for awhile then lost contact&lt;br /&gt;for a few months. but i know its long.&lt;br /&gt;so she talked about her obsession in serial killers haha.&lt;br /&gt;weird right? maybe she's going to be one soon. haha&lt;br /&gt;now, we're just killing time with our lame-ness haha.&lt;br /&gt;its all around us heh.&lt;br /&gt;i think, killing time is much better than killing humans haha.&lt;br /&gt;so am i a serial killer? lol.&lt;br /&gt;k im just bored. so bare with me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;so today is national day.&lt;br /&gt;somone asked me out today.&lt;br /&gt;but didnt feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;they're watching fireworks later on.&lt;br /&gt;its be-au-ti-ful u know?&lt;br /&gt;colourful.&lt;br /&gt;and i got one question to ask.&lt;br /&gt;why cant i upload pics nor change&lt;br /&gt;the fonts and colours?&lt;br /&gt;ive been wanting to upload pics.&lt;br /&gt;but cant, so i just take from deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;and the pics are way cool.&lt;br /&gt;k, im busy now, sick too.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad says im too engrossed with this computer.&lt;br /&gt;my tutor also complained to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;so they're not letting me play everyday.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. thats new to me.&lt;br /&gt;so see ya. byebye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-652205846332932799?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/652205846332932799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/652205846332932799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-sick.html' title='am i sick?'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-8666289995363858179</id><published>2009-08-08T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:42.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carnival and my future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;yeah. there goes my day.&lt;br /&gt;staying in school from morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;just reached home btw.&lt;br /&gt;and it was tiring yet fun (:&lt;br /&gt;pagi2 datang da kene buat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;so there was tongs, black plastic beg&lt;br /&gt;and glove and even towel in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;mcm budak kendarat haha. &lt;br /&gt;then along the way to the canteen,&lt;br /&gt;i met sir zul. so decided to salam him haha&lt;br /&gt;tknk jadi budak sombong. =P&lt;br /&gt;k tk penting. seriously. haha&lt;br /&gt;pastu gi canteen. sebenarnye.&lt;br /&gt;me and irfan. tk buat pape kerja pn. haha&lt;br /&gt;ktorg lepak kt canteen jap pastu gi dewan&lt;br /&gt;tgk persembahan.&lt;br /&gt;bdk2 preu buat dikir barat lagi &lt;br /&gt;and nyanyi lagi haha.&lt;br /&gt;sedap jgk uh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;abe ade byk booth university.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help myself to take all the brochures haha.&lt;br /&gt;then keep asking them questions. lol.&lt;br /&gt;semangat lah katekn.&lt;br /&gt;tk tawu sey nk gi mane. &lt;br /&gt;aliran acad atau ukhrawi.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. hmm. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;UM? UIA? UTM? SP? TP? ZUHRI?&lt;br /&gt;SYRIA? MADINAH? MESIR? AZHAR?&lt;br /&gt;nta lah. nnt ley pike. haha.&lt;br /&gt;blom masenye haha.&lt;br /&gt;my future is in my hand lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i dnt know where it will lead me.&lt;br /&gt;then smlm. ale2 kt klas bobal psl kawen haha.&lt;br /&gt;kekek sey. nk brape anak lah.&lt;br /&gt;mcm mane nk save duet lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;pike jaoh sey haha.&lt;br /&gt;k back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. k then ktorg gi solat kt musollah.&lt;br /&gt;pastu ape lagi? maen DOTA kt tongseng haha.&lt;br /&gt;wow. first time sey tk last.&lt;br /&gt;dpt bunoh qamarul, syed, amir w, shazly.&lt;br /&gt;haha. best. and im a beginner haha.&lt;br /&gt;then blek madrasah. lepak2 je.&lt;br /&gt;smpi kol 7 bru blek. then tido dlm bus.&lt;br /&gt;and now im home.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, someone told me that my posts&lt;br /&gt;are emotion-less. is that so? &lt;br /&gt;i laughed a couple of times what haha.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that emotion? k wateva.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to thank everyone &lt;br /&gt;who came in the morning till 12.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;cause u made my day by not littering the canteen (:&lt;br /&gt;jyeah dudes!~ haha &lt;br /&gt;i think i dont have anything to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so catch u later when i run after u. &lt;br /&gt;haha. LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-8666289995363858179?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8666289995363858179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8666289995363858179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/carnival-and-my-future-p.html' title='carnival and my future'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-354161594771920303</id><published>2009-08-07T21:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:32.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;latest news.&lt;br /&gt;dont get shock.&lt;br /&gt;im in &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; with him! &lt;br /&gt;haha. gay ke pe? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;k im just joking (:&lt;br /&gt;dnt misunderstood eh haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="108"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=14341168&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" flashvars="id=14341168&amp;width=1337" height="108" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14341168/"&gt;Love...&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://theone85ca.deviantart.com/"&gt;TheOne85Ca&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;haha. ive just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;know what? ive been browsing deviantart pics so much &lt;br /&gt;that i fell in love with photography haha.&lt;br /&gt;eh zuhaili. najib. korg nye tactic tk gune uh haha.&lt;br /&gt;tkd pape je. alermak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-354161594771920303?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/354161594771920303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/354161594771920303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-6382978607534752938</id><published>2009-08-07T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day. cleanliness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=61661196&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" flashvars="id=61661196&amp;width=1337" height="235" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/61661196/"&gt;Patriots&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://thekillergerbil.deviantart.com/"&gt;thekillergerbil&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;assalamualaikum wr. wb.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. first time beri salam kt blog ni. lol&lt;br /&gt;kay tk penting.&lt;br /&gt;ahha. tad celebrate national day kt skola.&lt;br /&gt;singing. reciting pledge. &lt;br /&gt;listening to speeches.&lt;br /&gt;boring. i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tap best ble kt hall.&lt;br /&gt;walaupon suasane sungguh panas.&lt;br /&gt;phew! tkley angks.&lt;br /&gt;ktorg tgk preu 2 buat sketsa.&lt;br /&gt;preu 1 dikir barat, &lt;br /&gt;boria *gini eh spelling?*&lt;br /&gt;video made by waly and his gang.&lt;br /&gt;and silat haha. cool.&lt;br /&gt;wow! i enjoyed the performance very well.&lt;br /&gt;and there were my friends performing.&lt;br /&gt;they were singing idk what song.&lt;br /&gt;but it was my fren; amir mansor who composed it.&lt;br /&gt;and his voice was nice. lol. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;tap 5 org nyanyi mcm satu org je. &lt;br /&gt;lagi 2 mic rosak gaknye.&lt;br /&gt;tap tkp. best jgk haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, lps solat jumaat kene kumpol kt auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;si imron rushdy nk jumpe. nk ckp psl besok.&lt;br /&gt;besok ade carnival. &lt;br /&gt;jgn lupe dtg tau. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tap tk jamin uh best lol.&lt;br /&gt;kene kerja kebersihan sey haha.&lt;br /&gt;leceh nye. 2nd shift plak tu.&lt;br /&gt;ni try mintak tuka 1st shift uh.&lt;br /&gt;jadi lps tu blh enjoy hehe.&lt;br /&gt;ni sume tactic tau. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lag pon time 1st shift rase2 mcm tk byk sampah.&lt;br /&gt;and klw dtg jgn buang sembarangan.&lt;br /&gt;ade tong sampah gi buang kt sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="160"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=94809068&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" flashvars="id=94809068&amp;width=1337" height="160" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/94809068/"&gt;rainbow&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://anemoncit.deviantart.com/"&gt;ANEMONCIT&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;as narrated abu malik al-harith bin asim al-ash’ari: &lt;br /&gt;Allah’s messenger said, “cleanliness is half of faith; &lt;br /&gt;haha. kay la. bare that in mind =P&lt;br /&gt;and im busy now so gtg. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-6382978607534752938?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6382978607534752938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/6382978607534752938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-wee.html' title='national day. cleanliness.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-7113554578224004284</id><published>2009-08-06T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:21.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;phew! what a day. lethargic. yeah, &lt;br /&gt;that's the word to describe how im feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;from morning till now, &lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling like this - tired-ness.&lt;br /&gt;it all started this morning. &lt;br /&gt;when i woke up. dragging my feet to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;not having enough sleep i think.&lt;br /&gt;aching all over the body. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;then, the whole of madrasah aljunied&lt;br /&gt;was needed to sing national day songs,&lt;br /&gt;anthem and even reciting the pledge.&lt;br /&gt;national day is just 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;and we had been rehearsing &lt;br /&gt;since last monday - 3rd august.&lt;br /&gt;shouting. jumping. it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;we were just like idiotic monkeys &lt;br /&gt;trapped in a cage. lol.&lt;br /&gt;for that, we missed fiqh.&lt;br /&gt;we as in my classmates and i. haha.&lt;br /&gt;not long after recess, we went to the library&lt;br /&gt;for our quran. and we recite &lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah halazim all the way&lt;br /&gt;till we reached the library. haha. &lt;br /&gt;i dont think reciting would match what we did.&lt;br /&gt;shouting may be the correct word haha.&lt;br /&gt;and know what? ust sariah wants us &lt;br /&gt;to read the holy quran&lt;br /&gt;everyday. atleast a page. and recite &lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah halazim&lt;br /&gt;for at least 70 times. i repeat 70 TIMES.haha. &lt;br /&gt;then, there's tafsir. &lt;br /&gt;never did ustaz rosli bring us to the computer lab&lt;br /&gt;during his lesson. it was the FIRST TIME! &lt;br /&gt;but. we just blew it. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;we were ordered to stand at the courtyard instead.&lt;br /&gt;this is just stupid. &lt;br /&gt;being watched by all the asatizahs.&lt;br /&gt;haha. crap. lol. &lt;br /&gt;then, when ustazah hanna saw us, &lt;br /&gt;she told us that our marks will be deducted. &lt;br /&gt;i mean our project marks. &lt;br /&gt;the project was just being a disciplined student.&lt;br /&gt;as easy as it sound. but no, we couldnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dont think its easy though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;cant stand it. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;kay, nevermind. ni sume ujian dari Allah.&lt;br /&gt;kite harus tabah menerimenye.&lt;br /&gt;dan kuatkn diri dan iman utk berubah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. chey mcm phm lagi si nazirul ni.&lt;br /&gt;haha. klah. penat uh nk type byk2. &lt;br /&gt;asek type in english je aku haha.&lt;br /&gt;dah mcm compo.&lt;br /&gt;eh korg rase blog kene ade paragraph ke tk?&lt;br /&gt;k thats random. &lt;br /&gt;but give me ur views on my tagboard haha.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. blogger is crazy now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-7113554578224004284?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7113554578224004284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/7113554578224004284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/fatigue-ness.html' title='fatigue-ness'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-8438807323792523744</id><published>2009-08-05T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;eh. boring uh kt rumah ni haha. tkd pape nk buat.&lt;br /&gt;naseb tkd mc lagi. klw tk lagi mendak.&lt;br /&gt;k tk tawu nk post ape.&lt;br /&gt;yg penting nga bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:360%;color:#FFFC00;"&gt;bored giler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-8438807323792523744?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8438807323792523744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/8438807323792523744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom-strikes.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-3684966043387401251</id><published>2009-08-04T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend mithali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;k, hari ni ade feeling mcm nk post dlm bahase melayu uh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ni ade cerite nk kongsi.&lt;br /&gt;ramai mesti suke eh ble ckp psl boyfriend atau girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;jadi bile dpt forwaded email ni.&lt;br /&gt;rase mcm best klw dpt share.&lt;br /&gt;boleh dapat faedah kn?&lt;br /&gt;pahale pn masok haha.&lt;br /&gt;hah! jadi bace la cerita ni.&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya suka tengok jari girlfriend saya.&lt;br /&gt;cantik betul.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh! sampai takut nak pegang.&lt;br /&gt;bukan takut patah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi takut nanti jari kitorang tak boleh tolong each other.&lt;br /&gt;di satu hari yang giler forever depan yang Maha Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya suka tengok rambut girlfriend saya.&lt;br /&gt;lawa betol.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh! sebab tu saya belikan tudung.&lt;br /&gt;bukan sebab jealous orang lain tengok jugak,&lt;br /&gt;tapi takut nanti terbakar dek api neraka.&lt;br /&gt;di suatu hari yang giler forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya suka tengok body girlfriend saya.&lt;br /&gt;sexy betol.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh! sebab tu saya belikan dia telekong&lt;br /&gt;supaya mase dia jumpa dengan Kekasih dia Yang Utama&lt;br /&gt;dia lagi cantik dan berseri menghadapNya.&lt;br /&gt;saya pun tumpang dapat pahala.&lt;br /&gt;syioknye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sedih tengok girlfriend saya&lt;br /&gt;tak tido, tak makan rindu kat saya.&lt;br /&gt;saya pun macam tu jugak, ada problem yang same.&lt;br /&gt;dia tanya apa ubatnya?&lt;br /&gt;saya pun bagi dia Al-Quran untuk penenang jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;semoga lebih cintakanNya dari saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sedih tengok girlfriend saya,&lt;br /&gt;selalu pesan macam-macam kat saya...&lt;br /&gt;"makan, minum, drive elok-elok tau!&lt;br /&gt;nanti awak sakit saye susah ati bla bla bla bla" katenye.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila tengok movie sama-sama burn asar maghrib gitu&lt;br /&gt;dia tak kata satu ape pun.&lt;br /&gt;berdosanye saye.&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulannya saya memang sayang die.&lt;br /&gt;nak jumpe die giler forever.&lt;br /&gt;yang forever punye forever.&lt;br /&gt;di dunia dan akhirat terutamanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janji nak share heaven same-same.&lt;br /&gt;bahagia selamanye.&lt;br /&gt;semoga kami saling mengingati,&lt;br /&gt;dosa sendiri pun infiniti.&lt;br /&gt;nak tanggung dosa dia lagi pulak lepas ni.&lt;br /&gt;semoga kami menginsafi diri.&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah ampunkanlah kami.&lt;br /&gt;semoga kami dapat bersama selamanya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: andai anda seorang wanita muslimah.&lt;br /&gt;mesti seronok kan kalau pasangan kita berfikiran camtu.&lt;br /&gt;then, kalau anda seorang muslim.&lt;br /&gt;ape kate tanamkan dalam hati camtu.&lt;br /&gt;cinta tu anugerah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;pandai-pandai la kita menjage nikmat Allah itu ye.&lt;br /&gt;semoge saye pun amek iktibar jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klw dah bace. sebar-sebarkn lah.&lt;br /&gt;lagi ramai yg tawu. lagi bgs.&lt;br /&gt;aman hidop kt dunia ni haha.&lt;br /&gt;mcm phm plak nazirul ni lol.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. tapi serious!&lt;br /&gt;jage lah nafsu ye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-3684966043387401251?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3684966043387401251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/3684966043387401251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriend-mithali.html' title='boyfriend mithali'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-1682110601712646335</id><published>2009-08-03T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:11:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artistic in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;hmm. panting? im tired. haha. just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;went to LJS with amir and zuhaili haha.&lt;br /&gt;tk tawu plak asl nk gi sane.&lt;br /&gt;ale2 je. sudden crave lol.&lt;br /&gt;k now im sitting in front of this lappy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;updating this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;just now during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;tkd mood sey nk blaja.&lt;br /&gt;so i was doing some art. haha.&lt;br /&gt;abstract art i must say.&lt;br /&gt;doodling i guess. but by words haha.&lt;br /&gt;here it is. lol. kid's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gamba nnt post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, for some reason, i like art lol.&lt;br /&gt;im just into it; music, poetry, drawing,&lt;br /&gt;photography and simply anything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;weird i must say. haha *wink* &lt;br /&gt;k lets see. what do i have to say about art.&lt;br /&gt;actually nothing to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;but here's a poem about art.&lt;br /&gt;found while browsing the net.&lt;br /&gt;k enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art is no art&lt;br /&gt;without my mind's simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art does not want&lt;br /&gt;to subscribe to the view&lt;br /&gt;that unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;commands the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i paint or draw,&lt;br /&gt;i keep my mind's thought-garden&lt;br /&gt;completely free of self-doubt-weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art is the hide-and-seek&lt;br /&gt;between my soul's illumining smiles&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's streaming tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artist in me has three&lt;br /&gt;faithful, sleepless&lt;br /&gt;and self-giving friends:&lt;br /&gt;a newness-eye, a oneness-heart&lt;br /&gt;and a fulness-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart of my art&lt;br /&gt;and the heart of a child&lt;br /&gt;are extremely fond of each other.&lt;br /&gt;they love each other deeply;&lt;br /&gt;they need each other constantly;&lt;br /&gt;they are interdependent, sleeplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind says that anything i do&lt;br /&gt;is too insignificant&lt;br /&gt;because i am wanting&lt;br /&gt;in qualification.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say,&lt;br /&gt;this includes my artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart says that anything i do&lt;br /&gt;is too significant&lt;br /&gt;because the god-touch&lt;br /&gt;is always there.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say,&lt;br /&gt;this includes my artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i start painting,&lt;br /&gt;i clearly see my soul-meditation&lt;br /&gt;is blessingfully clasping&lt;br /&gt;my heart-aspiration-flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first:&lt;br /&gt;the artist in me,&lt;br /&gt;before embarking on his artwork,&lt;br /&gt;invariably catches&lt;br /&gt;his heart's aspiration-express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, in my art i want to see&lt;br /&gt;the face of earth's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to see&lt;br /&gt;the heart of heaven's divinity&lt;br /&gt;more, infinitely more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Sri Chinmoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know who this sri chinmoy is.&lt;br /&gt;but the way he appreciate art caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but not only art needs our appreciation&lt;br /&gt;but almost everything needs it.&lt;br /&gt;klah. tons of homeworks awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;not to say that i need to study for faraidh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha. bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1682110601712646335?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1682110601712646335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/1682110601712646335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='artistic in me'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-4341688763355839255</id><published>2009-08-01T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:10:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;hey. here i post again. lol. actually, mls nk post.&lt;br /&gt;tap tad da kene sound. ade org tu kate nazirul lokek post haha.&lt;br /&gt;ade ke patot?&lt;br /&gt;k, tad pagi gi maen bola kt yishun. lawan bdk irsyad.&lt;br /&gt;first half dah gerek2 sey. draw 4-4.&lt;br /&gt;pastu ble budak keling masok tros mood dah tkd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;pastu gi burger king. alamak. asl eh gi sane. haha.&lt;br /&gt;dah tawu nazirul tk mkn burger lol.&lt;br /&gt;tap tkp ade KIDS meal. hehe. tapi kn. punye lah mahal.&lt;br /&gt;nauzubillah btol haha.&lt;br /&gt;1 KIDS meal = golden deal 1, 2 pcs chicken + 49cents.&lt;br /&gt;haha. serious. pastu ayam dier kecik. rase mcm nugget. alamak.&lt;br /&gt;rase mcm wasted sey. abe skrg kt rumah sorg2. boring oi.&lt;br /&gt;asek sorg je. haiz. sume klua.&lt;br /&gt;eh national day dah nk dekat eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;random-&lt;br /&gt;klah dah tkd story. nnt update lagi la. ble2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4341688763355839255?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4341688763355839255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4341688763355839255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/08/sickness.html' title='stories'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-1275716838881966555</id><published>2009-08-01T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:10:50.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home. where's my home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="272"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=104599721&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" flashvars="id=104599721&amp;width=1337" height="272" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/104599721/"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://dechobek.deviantart.com/"&gt;dechobek&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;where's my home? ive been wondering haha.&lt;br /&gt;is this my home? i mean with my family?&lt;br /&gt;or later when im gone. in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;nonsensical i know haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a poem i ought to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home,&lt;br /&gt;i’m suffocating, i must go.&lt;br /&gt;to where?&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know, but i know i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;i’ll find a way, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am taking off,&lt;br /&gt;a wingless flight in the silent night-&lt;br /&gt;to the dark sky of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;am i free now?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps; i see&lt;br /&gt;an endless stretch of black paradise before me.&lt;br /&gt;darkness freezes me. loneliness begets me.&lt;br /&gt;i’ve never been so scared before.&lt;br /&gt;i am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i turn back,&lt;br /&gt;to the strangling nest i called home-&lt;br /&gt;a choking fortress.&lt;br /&gt;light warms me up. safety.&lt;br /&gt;there is no danger here,&lt;br /&gt;no fear of getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;forget about the black hole of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;i am back here,&lt;br /&gt;the only place call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom or home? u choose. u decide (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-1275716838881966555?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:100%;color:#FFBCD5;"&gt;ahha. at last, i have some free time to update.&lt;br /&gt;kk. nothing much happen today lol. as always.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that nearly half of my classmates(including me)&lt;br /&gt;decided to do our kite project. haha.&lt;br /&gt;troublesome. thats all i can say&lt;br /&gt;stupidity begets akma lol. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;throwing markerpens all over the place and&lt;br /&gt;accidentally tore my kite haha.&lt;br /&gt;grr. that was some hardwork okey. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, went to zam zam. there are NO prata kosong.&lt;br /&gt;BUT left prata telor.&lt;br /&gt;weird? nk buat prata telor mesti ade prata kosong sey.&lt;br /&gt;nk tipu je tawu. alamak. kasi kang! victory pn same.&lt;br /&gt;haha. amir wahid dah mengamok lol.&lt;br /&gt;tkde duetnye pasal. haha. kesian.&lt;br /&gt;then, ktrog stay kt sultan smpi mlm haha.&lt;br /&gt;lepak-ing je. tkde kerje. haha.&lt;br /&gt;klah. mcm dah panjang je nie haha. mls uh nk type byk2.&lt;br /&gt;aku bobal kt ni blog pn da mcm pmpn sey haha. k tkp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095151075673594527-4084377721194256993?l=life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4084377721194256993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095151075673594527/posts/default/4084377721194256993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-teenage-nazirul.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-ly-post.html' title='random-ly post'/><author><name>birdfan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15838142415460712602</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/_mzjm8mVso5w/Sk81VC35XpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hkfGVygFF8c/S220/keeper.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095151075673594527.post-2498071447016929621</id><published>2009-07-29T13:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:10:35.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0C6D;"&gt;hey hey hey. going to start blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what should i say?&lt;br /&gt;been listening to NORWEGIAN RECYCLING the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;you should listen to it too. &lt;br /&gt;he's a genious. mixing songs.&lt;br /&gt;awesome. there are some on my playlist. haha.&lt;br /&gt;got plenty of homeworks to be done.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get back to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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