<?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-6510326031848019034</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:25:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i write sins not tragedies</title><subtitle type='html'>benda kecik pon kau nak heboh. aku merapu pon kau nak baca?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-7808252509491549212</id><published>2009-02-01T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:55:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half in love with elizabeth</title><content type='html'>demmit. dilema. gua dalam dilema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau terus kekal status sekarang atau berubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;komitmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini yg paling gua gubra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-7808252509491549212?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7808252509491549212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=7808252509491549212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/7808252509491549212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/7808252509491549212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2009/02/tak-suka-perasaan-macam-ini.html' title='half in love with elizabeth'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-8721991836586118486</id><published>2009-01-18T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:15:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemistry</title><content type='html'>gua sudah 3 hari kena demam flu. hanya makan ubat &amp;amp; tab vit C dengan tidak teratur. mungkin sebab itu lambat baik. masih dlm keadaan runny-nose dan bersin setiap 30s semasa entri ini di taip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin sebab itu juga gua rasa agak vulnerable &amp;amp; melankolik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siangnya gua menghadiri konsert "kembali" Butterfingers di Istana Budaya. konsert paling sopan gua penah hadiri setakat ni. bayangkan je la boleh kata hampir tiada penonton terkinja-kinja sebab pengurusan Istana Budaya melarang keras. ada dress code bagai. to me ok la. tak boleh bagi A. cuma terasa sedikit muda kala mendengar lagu-lagu yg dimainkan. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehari sebelum itu, gua keluar dating lagi bersama gadis-baru-kenal-dari-laman-sosial-maya. si Sherrina. itu hari dating dia tak pakai tudung. cantik. ini kali dia pakai tudung pulak. lagi cantik. memang A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua pon x tau kenapa gua macam berani2 je ajak awek seorang ni keluar dating.  gua ni sebenarnya ada sedikit malu bila sessi keluar dengan awek yg bukan kategori kawan2. tambah juga sedikit rasa rendah diri walau sendiri memang dah rendah. hahaha. separuh sebab gua mem"single"kan diri selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susah mahu explain kupu-kupu yg terbang dlm hati ni bila mengadap &amp;amp; melayan awek ni membebel. kalau dulu2 prof. subjek EMT gua, Dr Zarar kata hati dah berbunga-bunga lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua x berani kata gua cinta dia. suka mungkin. terlalu awal kalau gua nak kata tentang cinta. dan sebenarnya gua mmg tak berapa faham apa yg dikatakan cinta. sebab gua x pernah bercinta. dulu2 ada la suka-suka sama a few awek. tapi akhir nya jadi kawan2 je. sebab? gua tak berani nak langkah 'border' yg gua sendiri buat. fine line between being just friends &amp;amp; someone dear to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cis! jiwang pulak entri ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gadis2 yg gua pernah suka semua pon dah selamat mendirikan rumahtangga. tahniah buat mereka. semoga berbahagia selamanya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuma satu perkara yg gua belajar, being a nice guy is not enough. i guess. ntah la. sama jugak dengan gadis yg baru dikenali tu. gua ajak keluar dinner. setuju. mcm takde 2nd tought. then, gua tanya si dia lepas date pertama. alasan yg diberi, gua ni mcm baik &amp;amp; boleh dipercayai mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. dalam hati gua kata. nasib baik setan2 dlm diri gua pergi holiday. ke bali mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua cuba set dlm otak &amp;amp; hati gua. dengan iman gua yg tak berapa kuat da ni. gua x mau la setakat kenal awek nak buat main2. atau bahasa mat2 rempit stok geli-geli. kalau 5 tahun dahulu mungkin. dengan kondisi diri gua yg dah menginjak 27 tahun. gua rasa gua x patut ade fikiran bukan2 mcm tu dah. gua mau serius. lebih gentlemen. lebih jantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah la. gua mau cari ubat demam flu dan ubat hati gua yg x tenang ni. asyik teringat kat si dia je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidur dulu. assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-8721991836586118486?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8721991836586118486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=8721991836586118486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/8721991836586118486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/8721991836586118486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2009/01/chemistry.html' title='chemistry'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-6742434344860182635</id><published>2009-01-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:34:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila hati tak tenang</title><content type='html'>gua sibuk. ini baru entri tahun 2009 selepas setengah bulan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedikit update sekolah. gua dah habis exam dengan jaya-nya. erkk.. tapi risau tak dapat A je lah. ini semester yg gua rasa malas tahap agung. patutnya dah nak habis lagi rajin. tapi gua tengok kawan2 gua yg lain pon kena sindrom yg sama. kira okey la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tinggal nak submit thesis yg tak siap2 tu je. dapat penangguhan sampai hujung bulan 3. kena kerja keras ni. ribu-riban dah habis buat bayar yuran. kalau buat duit kawen pon lebih dari cukup.  gua kena siapkan jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update kerja pula. masuk minggu kedua gua kat tempat baru ni. senario kerja.. bayangkan tapak pembinaan yg biasa dilihat. sangat luas. tapi tak buat bangunan la. hanya buat kerja2 kimpalan besi untuk pelantar minyak kat laut sana tu. panas..sangat2. cukup seminggu, gua tengok kat cermin dah gelap. kawan2 &amp;amp; famili pon tegur dah gelap. itu baru seminggu..nanti gua update kadar penggelapan kulit gua dr masa ke masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa cam nak tulis pasal hati &amp;amp; perasaan la. tapi blom ade mood. esok lusa la kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuma gua nak coret kat sini buat peringatan diri sendiri. semalam gua keluar dating sama awek baru kenal dr laman sosial maya yg melambak-lambak sekarang ni. nama sherrina. comel. tapi bebel banyak. gua suke. tapi gua x tau la kalau awek tu pon suke kat gua ke tak. hmm.. go slow or rush in? ni yg gua pening. ada satu lagu tu kata "only fools rush in". ntah la. biar gua tido dan mimpi dulu. kot la ade rezeki jumpa awek tu jugak dalam mimpi. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-6742434344860182635?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6742434344860182635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=6742434344860182635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/6742434344860182635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/6742434344860182635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2009/01/bila-hati-tak-tenang.html' title='bila hati tak tenang'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-2184647756243723131</id><published>2008-12-31T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:07:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ada feeling sedikit emosi</title><content type='html'>lagi berapa jam nak tahun 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujung tahun. orang biasa-biasa akan bebel pasal azam tahun sebelumnya. apa yg dicapai, apa yg tak tercapai. tahun gua dah serik jadi orang biasa-biasa. gua x nak cerita pasal azam. sebab kalau azam gua boleh berkata-kata, memang gua kena maki hamun se-tinggi gunung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk tahun 2009. gua mau set KPI peribadi. so, nanti hujung tahun depan gua boleh buat appraisal diri sendiri. tak pon gua minta la sapa-sapa 3rd party auditor buat appraisal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa? lu kata azam = KPI sama? gua kata lain. tak setuju?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gua list kan apa KPI yg perlu dicapai di penghujung tahun 2009 :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mesti beli rumah&lt;br /&gt;2. mesti turunkan berat badan ke 60kg&lt;br /&gt;3. mesti kempiskan perut. tak nak boroi dah mcm sekarang&lt;br /&gt;4. mesti pegang scroll master atas pentas konvo UKM&lt;br /&gt;5. mesti dapat safety passport / "green book"&lt;br /&gt;6. mesti pergi backpack tour ke europe&lt;br /&gt;7. mungkin akan ada saving sekurang-kurangnya RM10,000.00&lt;br /&gt;8. mungkin akan ada sebijik naked superbike&lt;br /&gt;9. mungkin akan ada (seorang?) teman wanita&lt;br /&gt;10. mungkin akan sambung belajar. PHD&lt;br /&gt;11. mungkin tak guna proton savvy dah&lt;br /&gt;12. mungkin pergi interview untuk kerja kat oversea (middle east)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup la kot. banyak tu. takut tak tercapai pulak KPI gua tu nanti. kalau lu orang perasan gua guna ayat "mesti" dan "mungkin". nak tau beza? gi tanya cikgu-cikgu yg ajar pelajaran bahasa melayu. gua x pandai nak cerita balik. takut lu orang salah paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam tahun baru 2009 gua tak boleh berparti liar macam selalu. sacrifice. gua ade final exam 3 haribulan. tgk bunga api dr jauh je la kot. takpe, nanti gua double celebrate tahun 2010. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat datang tahun baru 2009 &amp;amp; selamat tinggal 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-2184647756243723131?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2184647756243723131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=2184647756243723131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/2184647756243723131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/2184647756243723131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/12/lagi-berapa-jam-nak-tahun-2009-hujung.html' title='ada feeling sedikit emosi'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-8753370373922548957</id><published>2008-12-30T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:58:30.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.99999 infiniti</title><content type='html'>entri untuk wrap up 2008 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. dah lama x menaip entri mcm ni. rasa nya kali terakhir buat entri hujung tahun was back in 2006. masa tu masih student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aku nak buat entri ni supaya boleh jadi peringatan untuk diri sendiri dan bahan sengih sendirian in future. aku cuba la untuk ingat, sebab banyak sangat &amp;amp; dah lama. aku punya memori pon bukan bagus sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mana nak mula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will start with January lah. masa ni kalau x silap aku baru sebulan join Miyazu (M) Sdn Bhd. syarikat yang buat kerja-kerja stamping untuk kereta proton. kebetulan masa aku join ni time kritikal. nak keluarkan model SAGA baru. masih banyak problem kat production line, tapi time nak launching dah dekat. tugas aku jadi 'kambing hitam' production dept. w/pun sebenarnya aku dr engineering dept. nak buat mcm mana, budak baru, bos sendiri bagi pinjam pulak. almost every day masuk kilang pukul 7 am, keluar kilang 8 am. kerja aku update production board. bangang juga proton ni, dah lebih 20 tahun tapi semua pon masih manual. tak guna teknologi langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam masa yg sama jugak, aku tgh struggle utk peperiksaan akhir semester pertama. fuhh, mmg giler la kepala otak aku time ni. siang keje. malam study group. memang penat. but it was worth the trouble. the exam results? never in my dream nak score pointer setinggi tu. i have to say millions of thanks to all my study group buddies. fatim, amir, rifqi, hazrina &amp;amp; fizah. dan jugak kena terima kasih pd tokey kedai 'noodle station' SS15 subang jaya. ini la markas study group aku. banyak kali juga kena 'halau balik' sebab tokey nak tutup kedai dah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a month after the exam, aku &amp;amp; my study group buddies went to Phuket on chinese new year. in February. rabu - ahad. lama? banyak abis masa atas bus je sebenarnye. it was an absurd, very the last minute adhoc plan actually. call air asia tiket abis. call ktm tiket abis. last-last gi pudu beli tiket naik bus. giler tp mmg best. but, itulah first and last aku akan buat trip macam tu. keras punggung beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulan-bulan seterusnya berlalu seperti biasa. cuti semester. boring. aku sebenarnya looking forward untuk jumpa balik classmate. in the same time, aku dah mula stable kat kompeni baru, tp still looking for other opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila difikir balik, tak banyak pon perkara yang menarik untuk di coret. my life only circles around work place, studies. that's all. weekdays.. siang kerja, malam tido. weekends.. full with classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when July came, i berenti kerja dengan Miyazu dan lompat to a new company call Perunding Good Earth. here i was given the title of Consultant. mcm best? it sux actually. sumpah aku tak nak kerja mcm ni dah. i don't do desktop work. jari-jemari aku ni naik gatal kalau menaip je. malas nak cerita lanjut. boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, before that. when i start working here. it was in the middle of my second semester final exams. again, i have to say millions of thanks to my study buddies. i won't know where i'll be without u guys. especially to fatim, haz, amir &amp;amp; rifqi. tak lupa juga pd geng rumah tongkang pecah, man, hafiz, hanan, zul-dosh, aidill, edmund, salam, munir, just to name a few. thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my exam result for second semester lagi gempak. syukur pada tuhan. cgpa naik lagi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. life became dull &amp;amp; boring without class &amp;amp; my classmate. cuti semester. kerja..kerja..kerja. i was looking forward for the last semester to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when class finally resumes. my life goes back to normal. work &amp;amp; class. owh, i don't know what will happen after i finish my master studies. i think i'll really miss my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start thinking of something new.. PHD perhaps? wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm actually sittting in my current office doing nothing, surfing tru' the net. waiting for my last day of service. i'm moving again. to my dream job (i think?) with an oil &amp;amp; gas company. will start in January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang tahun ni, events which i can consider important, like an instantaneous spark in a fluctuating coherence sinusoidal wave (wtf?) was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. new job at miyazu &amp;amp; 1st final exam&lt;br /&gt;2. exam results&lt;br /&gt;3. trip to phuket&lt;br /&gt;4. new job at PGE &amp;amp; 2nd final exam&lt;br /&gt;5. exam results&lt;br /&gt;6. new job again &amp;amp; last final exam (it's in January but the adrenalin has already kicked-in tho')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that all? almost. i think. still have one day to go before 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's next? ah-huh! wish list-yg sekadar-wish list-sahaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohoh (gelak santa) =D&lt;div 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infiniti'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-776330896825385501</id><published>2008-12-27T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:45:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belum terfikir tajuk yang sesuai</title><content type='html'>masa di muka jam digital: 2 pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua kembali mem-blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiada alasan khusus kenapa gua lama menyepi atau ayat yg mcm best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua sebenarnya jiwa kacau time-time begini. sebab-sebab yang mungkin:&lt;br /&gt;1. buntu duduk di dalam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kantor&lt;/span&gt; yg gua dah meluat sambil duduk tidak membuat kerja&lt;br /&gt;2. gua nak kena masuk dewan peperiksaan pada 3/10/11 Januari 2009&lt;br /&gt;3. kena lapor diri di tempat kerja baru 5 januari 2009&lt;br /&gt;4. mesti menyelesaikan penulisan akademik a.k.a disertasi master gua (banyak lagi x siap!! panik..)&lt;br /&gt;5. gua tiada sumber ilham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengahari tadi gua melayan nasi kandar-ganja glenmarie bersama-sama rakan serumah lama gua semasa muda-mudi dulu. seronok! sejenak gua terasa muda kembali. teringat zaman kenakalan gua di parit raja. terkenang masa gua tidak se-boroi sekarang. masa tu masih boleh nampak 6 pax lagi. dahulu masih boleh saing-saing cucuk angin kalau lumba lari 100m / 200m dengan Asafa Powell. dahulu hidup gua sangat free. sekarang? haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selepas lunch tadi gua bersama crime partner zaman muda pergi ke masjid UiTM shah alam. hah?? sumpah gua tak tahu dalam tu ada masjid walaupun gua bermastautin kat bandar anggerik ni dah lebih 20 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kerak teking!"..member gua bebel lepas solat jumaat sejurus memasuki mobil perodua hitam. sekali lagi gua dejavu zaman pt raja. kami bertiga pon menuju ke kedai minum berhampiran sebuah kolej swasta di sec. 13 shah alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semasa perjalan tersebut ntah macam mana topik teman wanita terpacul dari mulut-mulut gua dan member gua. punca, sebab tengok awek student UiTM tepi jalan tergedik-gedik dengan jantan yang gua+member boleh label tak terurus.kenapa la tak tergedik-gedik ngan abang-abang engineer macam gua+member. hahaha. lupekan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambil enak minum-minum, seorang lagi rakan lama muncul. dahulu adalah kaki citer blue especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milf&lt;/span&gt; genre. sekarang sudah menjadi pendidik. hahaha. dan masih ada sisa-sisa kegatalan masa muda beliau sebab bila nampak awek comel duduk sorang-sorang kat sebelah jadi tak tentu arah. terus kena ugut dengan gua.. repot kat bakal bini karang baru tau! barulah beliau boleh duduk diam-diam sambil menghirup nescafe ais dan makan roti arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan best kalau gua boleh rilek-rilek macam dulu..sekarang nak pikir kerjaya+hutang kereta+etc. nasib lah kursus master gua nak habis dah. kurang satu beban. tapi buat masa sekarang, itu lah juga yang paling membebankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takpe, sikit je lagi nak finish line (ayat standard gua pujuk hati sendiri). nak harap org lain pujuk? jangan harap. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok ada class terakhir. pejam celik dah habis 3 semester gua kat UKM. macam tak percaya pon ada. penat weih belajar sambil kerja ni. sumpah gua tak nak buat dah (kursus ni!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas grad nanti boleh la gua gelar diri sendiri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master of puppet&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sesuai'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-5619277582560561159</id><published>2008-12-27T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:42:38.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munajat chenta ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;malam ini.. hati ku menyanyi sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;Malam Ini Kusendiri&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Menemani&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Malam Malam&lt;br /&gt;Yang Sudah Sudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati Ini Selalu Sepi&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Menghiasi&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Cinta Ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang Slalu Pupus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan Kirimkanlah Aku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih Yang Baik Hati&lt;br /&gt;Yang Mencintai Aku&lt;br /&gt;Apa Adanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Ini Semakin Layu&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Memiliki&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Aku Ini&lt;br /&gt;Semakin Pupus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiwa kembali kacaw....haih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-5619277582560561159?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5619277582560561159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=5619277582560561159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this morning i opened my email. a lot of funny and junk mail. but one peculiar phrases caught my attention. this is one of the most lame pickup word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do u have a map? coz i'm so lost into you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to translate it in malay. here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awak ada peta? saya dah sesat kat awak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. tak rasa macam nak guling-guling tenggiling ke ketawa. sangat tak berkesan jika versi alih bahasa ini di gunakan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-7723465866560336398?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7723465866560336398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=7723465866560336398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/7723465866560336398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/7723465866560336398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoom-zoom.html' title='zoom zoom'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-3011236692701018952</id><published>2008-07-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:51:22.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di mana?</title><content type='html'>1. final exam sudah past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. keje baru sudah mula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dua situasi diatas adalah sangat membahagiakan hati. cuma ada sedikit hiccup yg belum di selesaikan. hujung minggu ini adalah hari presentation report assignment yg belum di mulakan lagi penulisannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerja di tempat baru macam best. jawatan pon macam best. cuma kena bersedia korban masa sendiri. u want a bigger gain, u have to make a lot of sacrifices. compromises. kerja di office baru macam tak ada penghujung. boleh kata banyak juga current projek. incoming jangan cerita lah. my first assignment adalah sangat sukar. kena buat guidelines untuk pekerja sektor pembinaan. bukan sedikit pulak tu. takpe. ini lah cabaran yg kena dilalui untuk berjaya. belum pon mula first assignment, dah 3 tugas lain masuk to-do-list. asap. memang berasap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hati sudah berbunga. tapi ngilu tertusuk duri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situasi diatas adalah tak berapa menggumbirakan. masalah adalah hati terpaut pada kepunyaan orang. anak awang. apa nak kira. si dia belum ada ikatan apa pon. cinta siamang barangkali. lantas dengan selamba mengaku suka pada si dia. respon yg diterima boleh lah. cuma not accessible at the moment. feedback adalah sangat mesra. mungkin si dia memang jenis flirting. layan baik semua orang. ntah lah. wahai hati jangan mudah tunduk. stay put. owh mudah nya berkata tetapi tidak senang dibuat. but u cannot turn off your emotions with a remote control like switching off a love drama on the televie. haiiihs. kesukaran. sendiri lagi.&lt;div 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mana?'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-6950052371689932014</id><published>2008-06-15T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:47:32.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>1. i am tired. psychologically, physiologically, burn-out.&lt;br /&gt;2. i am worried on the coming final exams.&lt;br /&gt;3. i am uncertain on which career path should i take.&lt;br /&gt;4. i am lonely. i need someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='confessions'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-528749468467554496</id><published>2008-05-31T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:14:04.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeostasis</title><content type='html'>menulis. lama sudah aku tak menulis. sibuk kerja tak juga. sibuk belajar tak juga. entah apa yang mengekang aku dari menulis, aku pun tak tau. tapi harini aku rasa nak menulis. so, here i am thinking what to rumble &amp;amp; mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened since my last entry. too much to tell but i'll jot down what i think is interesting to share. a tell tale story of me. every time i'm here. something must've happened. and since i don't have anyone to share with. i'm writing it, at least it could ease the burden a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed. really. but not to the extend being crazy and what not. it's just that since i started working with my current employee, i'm stressed by the anonymity of my job. fuck it hard. for the past six month i've been living like hell. changes in sleep pattern are a classic sign of stress. i can't focus and i've lost attentiveness. so i resorted to look for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks i've attended no less than 5 interviews. each time looks promising. but nothing came tru tho'. but i won't give up. last week i went for another one. they verbally offered me a job as an ESH consultant few days later after the interview. wow. this sounds very interesting to me. but i've to meet with the Group Financial Controller first. so there i was, being interviewed with GFO lady. with my offer letter on the table. i can see my name on it. but she said hold on. i've to wait for the Director to sign it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God. menanti itu memang menyeksakan. but i'll stay put. and positive. i hope i can secure this job. if i stay in my current job any longer. i'll definitely gone crazy and eventually be sent to mental rehab. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. a year past the silver jubilee. ones should have something good by now. but here i am. still struggling with my life. my studies. my career. i'm not really sure what i'm doing at the moment. i've a plan, but a vague one. i've to change for the better. aku kena berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh..it sounds so nice. a bit cliche i supposed. easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exam is just around the corner. i can imagine the pressure coming in. suppose i'll get hired for the new job. i'll serve my remaining days in the starting of the exam. and i'll be sitting for papers in the midst of the new job. stressful indeed. paramount i presumed. mati lah macam ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love life doesn't seems to evolve. yet. if i tell anyone new that i don't have a girlfriend for the past 26 years. nobody will believe me. fuck them. it's the truth. and each time i got the same comments. "u're being too choosy, chap". memilih sangat. takde insuran punya mulut. gua chili baru taw. the fact is, i sux at asking someone for a date. i don't have the skills. fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help. buntu. kosong. duduk peluk lutut sendiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-528749468467554496?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/528749468467554496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=528749468467554496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/528749468467554496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/528749468467554496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/05/homeostasis.html' title='homeostasis'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-4852941844954738623</id><published>2008-04-03T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:10:43.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equilibrium</title><content type='html'>to be able to write an interesting blog, ones have to read one. the problem is.. i don't read other's blog that much nowadays. i used to do that some time agooo. i'm ancient. hahaha. those days i could read &amp;amp; read &amp;amp; read one after another, back and forth. maybe because life was much easier then, student lah katakan.. and being green headed doesn't help much either. i've nothing much to do other than going to class, makan, tido, chatting, flirting. rindu nye saat itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update won't do much harm after all. kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work stuff. it's been the 4th month now. if previously i have no idea what-the-hell i'm doing there. now i do. pretty much la kot. rupanya the company hired me to do one thing. one specific thing only. which was ditinggalkan dalam kegagalan oleh orang lama. that is to run the company's TPM. it's not an easy task to do. but i'll try my best. but the problem is.. i hate the place, the salary BUT i love the role of that job. it's like a manager's point of view. i'm at the highest ranking of the team with a few engineers and supervisors to help me run the program. and i have all the shopfloor for that purpose. HOW lah like that? we'll see in a month..maybe two. if i fail, i'll quit. if it's the other way around. i'll stay. probably until i finished my master's. that would be until March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cakap pasal master study, a lil update on that also. now it's almost the 3rd week of the second semester. having good marks for the 1st semester really helps boosting the motivation in me. am still elected to run the team as penghulu. being a penghulu really helps u to be at least known to some lecturers. i hope it will help with the grades also. huhu. now the director knows who i am since i've been emailing him regarding some issues with the program. a lil bit cerita on my subject for this semester. ergonomics. psychology I/O. occupational health management. environment &amp;amp; industrial law. pretty much a tough subject to study. all the text books are around 4 inch thick. banyak nak baca wehh! but being an engineering background student makes all the subjects really interesting. now i got to see from the management/HR point of view instead of technical's ppl p.o.v. really interesting. and fyi, i sit at the front. yes, at the very front of the class. in front of the lecturer's table. something that i would not do &amp;amp; laugh at when i was doing my degree then. i'm amazed by myself. hahaha. how much i have changed. well at least for the better. kan? i'm also tgh berkira-kira on what topic should i study for my master's research papers. although it's a management paper, susahnya masih ada. all the literature review, methodology, objective, etc is there. i'll have to go some jurnals/papers for that purpose. i've yet to see my supervisor. the dean has alloted a supervisor for each of us. bagus jugak,since i pon tak kenal who's who? i have few ideas for the paper. one is about tunnel fires. the other is ergonomics;thermal stress. and to study ppl's perception towards occupational safety&amp;amp;health. i've to present 'em all and discuss with my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak..dah panjang sangat pulak. cukup lah dulu untuk entry nih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-4852941844954738623?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4852941844954738623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=4852941844954738623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4852941844954738623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4852941844954738623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-able-to-write-interesting-blog.html' title='equilibrium'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-829824640821497488</id><published>2008-03-24T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:09:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm young at heart</title><content type='html'>on my 26th birthday. i had the most priceless birthday presents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; cgpa for my 1st semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. nothing can beat that. priceless! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-829824640821497488?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/829824640821497488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=829824640821497488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/829824640821497488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/829824640821497488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-young-at-heart.html' title='i&apos;m young at heart'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-3823592987379085564</id><published>2008-01-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:18:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku ingin hujan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the going gets tough, the tough get going&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sibuk dengan kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pening dengan assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risau dengan incoming final exam (19,20,26 Jan).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-3823592987379085564?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3823592987379085564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=3823592987379085564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3823592987379085564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3823592987379085564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/01/aku-ingin-hujan.html' title='aku ingin hujan'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-4857663666938908313</id><published>2008-01-01T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:05:08.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dua ribu lapan</title><content type='html'>oraitt, it's time to give an update to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sawangness&lt;/span&gt; of this blog. thank you &amp;amp; sorry for everybody who visited my blog. i know.. gila lama tak ada update. this a good way to kick off the new year, a new post indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007.. goodbye. this is the year that really had its toll on my life. both good and bad. i can't changed whatever had happens but i can and will improvise for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend my new year on bed because i was just way too tired from the futsal try out few hours prior to midnight. it's the selection for representing my company. last time i had a futsal session was few months ago. lupa dah. so it was a blast. seronok gila la dapat tendang bola. i don't give a damn about the idea of going to see countdown fireworks. finish futsal around 11.30 pm. jalan was jam packed with people on the way back. so once sampai rumah just realized i had a few cut and bruises. tak perasa coz of adrenalin rush masa main. i was super painful masa shower. done and straight to bed. i had my new year celebration in my dreams. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see what would be in my wishlist this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. new job with BIG salary&lt;br /&gt;2. A's for my final papers&lt;br /&gt;3. someone for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruang rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. tba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be another year older this year. 26th. i hope i will be wiser in every steps i'll be taking this year. pray hard for that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-4857663666938908313?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4857663666938908313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=4857663666938908313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4857663666938908313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4857663666938908313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2008/01/ruang-kosong.html' title='dua ribu lapan'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-31982585090313545</id><published>2007-10-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:03:00.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one bitten twice shy</title><content type='html'>would u buy a tyre for rm295. and make that two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched a korean movie aired on 8TV's titled 'a millionaire's first love'. it was good. and i weep there and then. feels good tough. tapi tak boleh la selalu. nanti jadi pondan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. no entry for raya. nothing much interesting to jot here.  pretty much the same with my life. anxiously waiting for third of december to start my new career at Miyazu. submitted my resignation letter on last friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like going for a vacation. but where should i go? nowadays, malaysian can say space's the limit ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-31982585090313545?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/31982585090313545/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-3902191255509762738</id><published>2007-10-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:28:36.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one don't have a title</title><content type='html'>raya is just around the corner. this is the first time ever.. i mean EVER i had not indulge myself into any kind of shopping for the purpose of raya. i don't have any money left to spend. altough i have a few k's in the account i really had to restrain myself to use for shopping and what's not. few days back i just forked nearly a K for the renewal of rod tax &amp;amp; insurance for my lovely car.  my tyres dah botak also, that needs money. i have yet to pay for the car installment. owh, not forgetting my life insurance premium. and the credit cards. and yes, the study fees. ohhh, with huge paychecks comes huge bills to pay. i wish life was more carefree..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-3902191255509762738?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3902191255509762738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=3902191255509762738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3902191255509762738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3902191255509762738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-one-dont-have-title.html' title='this one don&apos;t have a title'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-3485987507647053450</id><published>2007-10-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:13:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelabu asap</title><content type='html'>greeting fellow bloggers. this is one hell-of-entry yg for sure akan merapu. so please fasten ur seatbelt and drive safely. **wtf** haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,let's begin with my master's degree punya cerita. so,one fine day someday in sept there i was in UKM campus KL branch nak pegi register la. i dressed up gila mcm nak pegi club pon ader. the mindset was like when i registered 7 yrs ago for my bachelor's degree program. the reality..woaaah everybody else came with their suka hati attire. so the least i can do was to loose the tie. no wonder there aint any dress code stated in the offer latter. i think tis is the way an executive aka part time master's program was all about. since most of the students are either a senior exec or a manager. seriously guys, on that day most of them are like ur father mother. at least i guess was 35 n above. and mind u, no hot chix. none existence. nada. yillek. tak ble blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the director addressed his speech. time tu la i baru tau yg UKM was built solely on people's money,blood,tears. with none what so ever any help from the then government. dlm hatiku i was so farking proud man. tp as you know..over the years. the spirit dah x mcm dulu la. officially ukm now is a fully government of Boleh Land's property. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week after that. there i was in ukm bangi ready for my 1st class.so this time mindset dah tukar,dressed accordingly. tgk kitab undang2 ukm. ok jeans,collar tee,sneakers je. whatdauknow, yg lain pon mcm tu. ha ha. the class consist of 27 with 3 girls and the rest u know lah. most are senior exec, even manager pon ade, only a few la yg fresh mcm aku. and the best part, most are in BIG companies. petronas carigali, alstom powers, u name it. tak hairan la since the course was relating to occupational health and safety. in my mind, cantek la ni. kabel optik terbesar la in future. the best part of that day.. was the speech from the programme's director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this prof mmg sgt masyur la dlm bidang safety. prof dr ismail bahari. i think anyone whose work are inline with OSH will surely know him. the speech.. bla,bla,bla. tp the best part yg catched my ears was. he said "u guys are the selected few. out of so many applications which we had to tapis 3 kali" and "please,i like to remind all of u. u're not here to be trained as a safety officer. u can do that at niosh will rm 5k. u're here to be trained as a safety managers. keep that in mind. and make sure u all complete the programme in 3 semester. tak boleh lebih" sort of la. mana nak ingat details kan. another boiling point is. passing mark was B. any below than that. i need to re-sit the paper. gila beb. mcm ni sure dean list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week sudah complete 2 minggu kuliah. a big sacrifice to my weekend's life. but nothing to compare with a few of my classmate. ade yg penang, kerteh, skudai. lagi gila. tinggal anak bini. kos perjalanan since they're are driving. tak kesah la kot since aku survey in general their salary are like rm4k minimum. aku je yg kecik. the tak best part being in a senior class ialah aku kena jadi ketua class lah. since alasan aku kurang komitmen la, itula, inila. fine,i accepted w/pun berat tu&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lain entry. malas nak buka new topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was driving this afternoon. got a call from a complete strangers. a girl. she said she salah share credit with me. i said lemme check 1st. will call later. checked. mmg takde sapa pon share credit. dah le rm5 je. dlm ati kata ni ape la miskin sgt. 5 ringgit pon berkira. text her to give me the share instruction, aku mana la reti. x penah share. biase gi kedai je beli topup. aku tau minah ni tipu. ingat aku tak tau ke. takpe la. share juga la rm5 free kat dia. aku kena cas 5 posen siot. haha. dlm minda ku yg jahat.. haa..siap la kau pompuan. jadi stok mengonek la ni &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu text3. nk knal la juga sapa kan. bukan free rm5 tu. ha ha. said she's 22. keje pd. asal somewherelse. pastu aku malas la nak layan. then mlm dia text. aku layan kan je la. minta ym,frenster,myspace. sombong, x kasi. minta aku punya, i said ok.nanti add. tutup cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rentetan to that text. aku end up kat myspace. gila berkurun aku tak buka. well, i've heard bout the panas thingy psl myspace. but now baru perasan. compared to frenster. ppl are more tutup. but kat myspace ni, dah mcm trend pulak. post gambar sexiness pastu suruh org komen. kena romen baru tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a good samaritan to say this trend is bad. i admit, the girls are hawwtt. but fikir dengan akal yg waras. we are the future leaders of Boleh Land. kalau mcm ni mmg akan bungkus la. well,mmg ade minoriti yg "baik" but the majority stands out more. i wonder how 100th merdeka celebration will be. my 2 cents. no pun intended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - really. time flies faster this time around. 10 days to raya already. i want to post a raya song, soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-3485987507647053450?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3485987507647053450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=3485987507647053450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3485987507647053450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/3485987507647053450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2007/10/kelabu-asap.html' title='kelabu asap'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-415732330058319914</id><published>2007-09-16T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:08:47.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>estudiente</title><content type='html'>just finished watching my feveret tv series. csi back to back on channel 17 astro. this one thing that i'm really good at. lazying myself in front of the box just watching one channel after another. it just happens that in the middle of the plot, one guy said.. "when one door closed, another one opens". how true is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days ago, i got a call which really surprises me. it was regarding my application for postgraduate studies. it was my second attempt after a frustrating denial with UiTM. the reason being i was rejected, the faculty just don't take an ex student from another faculty. how bullshit was that. that was then. let's just forget about it. their U aren't that great isn't it. he eh he eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the call. the lady ask me to drop by her office which is at UKM to take the offer letter. i was really delighted with the news. gawd knows how frustrating i were, while waiting for the results. at some point i thought of giving up. which i did. but now i have all the reason in the world to be happy. but not for long. since i need to figure out where i can source the money for my studies. i just forked out a good 3k for merely 50% of the 1st semester's fees. now where would i fork the rest of 4k huh? headache. that was just for the 1st semester. the total was a whopping 18.8k for a trimester. might settle for a part time gigolo i guess. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting this month, i need to ikat perut. so many bills to pay. the cars need a fix in a few days. the road tax and insurance will expires next month. farkkk. this is why i hate being a working adult. life as a student was more carefree back then. i wonder how mr capang is doing in Liverpool. g'day mate. hope u're having fun there if u happens to read this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes will start next weekend. it's an executive intake. so the classes are schedule on weekend only. 2-6 on sat while 8-6 on sun. sure die one. lol. how i wish i was a full time postgraduate student in Ireland. i could bonk an irish then. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mate, cheers for me. hope i will make it this time around. i want to score a decent cgpa :) a dean list for trimester would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keyboard off ~kaput~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-415732330058319914?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/415732330058319914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=415732330058319914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/415732330058319914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/415732330058319914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-finished-watching-my-feveret-tv.html' title='estudiente'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-6976493762862859456</id><published>2007-09-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:37:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the heart is</title><content type='html'>this is one post which i've been holding back way too long. u guess. me love. yes. quiet easy isn't it. the scenario is.. i'm 25. but sadly, still single. no, i don't have any problem with that.ha ha.self denial. the problem is, my surroundings. imagine urself as the eldest son in the family. then again, the eldest grandson. two of my elder sister is married which makes me the most eligible bachelor's. the most disheartening moment is whenever a family gathering is held, the one question which will popup from each and every single mouth of my aunties is..kamu bila lagi? damn. and every time i will answer with a crooked smile without fail. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing which makes me wonder. i tried to be honest most of the time saying.. btol la makciks, belom ada calon. makciks tolong la carikan.. but my aunties wouldn't believe me. they always replies sumthing like this.. jangan tipu lah, muka macam kamu ni takdak calon. entah-entah dah keliling pinggang, tu yg susah nak pilih. huh, how i wish that was soo true. and i will burst into laughter. and quickly change the topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i just realize how empty my heart was. i need a girlfriend. a Love. pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now on a quest of soul searching for the other half of me, as they say,  Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit&lt;div 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is'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-4223447336757690484</id><published>2007-09-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:03:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thou shalt not</title><content type='html'>ever heard a saying which reads one thing led to another. either good or bad. but in my case, it's the latter. all it takes was one bad judgments. greed &amp;amp; lust. a very bad combination. and the rest as they say, is history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merely a year ago. i was a different person. a good one. but now, i really dunno what i've become. i have no one else to blame but me. but the worst part is, i don't felt guilty doing many kinds of wrongdoings. no regret. not once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could turn back time. and be the good 'ol me once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-4223447336757690484?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4223447336757690484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=4223447336757690484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4223447336757690484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/4223447336757690484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2007/09/thou-shalt-not.html' title='thou shalt not'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-794641598054494193</id><published>2007-09-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:12:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatdayaknow</title><content type='html'>i write what i want, when i want. d'oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am after a long hiatus. too many stories which i want to share with any unfortunate reader visiting this blogs. what the hell. both my fingers &amp; mind are currently too rustic to write. blame it on more than a year not reading any academics stuff nor fiction novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mind failed me again. indeed! let's try it in malay pulak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagal juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll try to make this a 1st step to the wonderful world of blogging. again! best of luck to meself ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6510326031848019034-794641598054494193?l=tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/feeds/794641598054494193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6510326031848019034&amp;postID=794641598054494193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/794641598054494193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6510326031848019034/posts/default/794641598054494193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangs-smiths.blogspot.com/2007/09/whatdayaknow.html' title='whatdayaknow'/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-1688103366084933671</id><published>2007-03-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:11:40.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;credits to the original author &amp;amp; shah-azz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is dedicated to someone dear to my heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;, if u happens to cross my blog, it's for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(poem by Minuk Choi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I would gladly walk a mile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; if that would give me a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to see you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I'd call you my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; but that's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You mean more to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; but I can't explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; For you are more precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; than all of the world's gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; but I can't tell you that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; how can I be that bold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; If I spoke what's on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; would you accept me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Because without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I don't know where I'd be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You seem to be calm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; while I feel absolutely lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I would like to be so bold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; but what would its failure cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Am I the only one faced with this choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Be daring and risk losing you as a friend too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I can't risk that; I'd rather have that then lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>ammar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465358505333072176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyPALAeltvo/SVtC5L9vDtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lvl0Gomrp4M/S220/meself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6510326031848019034.post-6146069253159927062</id><published>2007-03-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:16:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cum-back!</title><content type='html'>alrighty then, my 4th blog if i'm not mistaken. suka-suka je write-off eh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is for jubilating my 25th anniversary. sambutan jubli perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'all sing with me.. happy birthday to uuuu. happy birthday to meee. cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post a-self-biography later. till next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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