<?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-2433146832341765809</id><updated>2012-01-17T00:58:33.710+08:00</updated><category term='Wellington'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='iPad 2'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Badminton'/><category term='Gatal'/><category term='Carnival'/><category term='Cool'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Orientasi'/><category term='Career Talk'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Comparison'/><category term='Pelik'/><category term='Model'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='New Zealand'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Wizard'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='Test'/><category term='Optical Illusion'/><category term='Avatar'/><category term='Excitement'/><category term='Rimas'/><category term='Cohort 5'/><category term='STML'/><category term='Suratkhabar'/><category term='Ciri-Ciri Isteri'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Group Photos'/><category term='Maori'/><category term='Sing'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Costume'/><category term='Botanical Garden'/><category term='Synthesizer'/><category term='Laptop'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Heart pounding moment'/><category term='Nasi Kandar INSAF'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Ramadhan'/><category term='Brisbane'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='Scavenger Hunt'/><category term='2010'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Kembali Blogging'/><category term='Exam'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Human'/><category term='Video Clips'/><category term='Perkahwinan'/><category term='Trade Me'/><category term='Ciri-Ciri Suami'/><category term='Experiment'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Issue'/><category term='Cook'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Boredom Survey'/><category term='Teguran'/><category term='Pantun'/><category term='Raya'/><category term='Assignment'/><category term='Perbincangan'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Amazing'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Isu'/><category term='Singer'/><category term='Room'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Hoax'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='WMSO'/><category term='Frust'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='UMNO'/><category term='Jalan TAR'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My Story, My View, My Online Diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-3673773128759293705</id><published>2012-01-17T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:58:33.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 212 - Riang-Riang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini adalah Riang-Riang ataupun Reriang. Sejenis serangga yang tidak merbahaya, cuma banyak buat bising sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150490225554211" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150490225554211" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anda takut tak dengan Reriang? Nama pun Riang, mestilah ia serangga yang riang. Fakta menarik, hanya Reriang jantan sahaja yang berbunyi. Yang betina mendengar. Masa Reriang berbunyi tu, kiranya dia tengah mengorat betina la. Tapi kadang-kadang dia bunyi jugak masa dia tengah stress. Kalau korang jumpa Reriang, tangkap dan letak dekat dahan pokok. Kesian. Sekarang ni Reriang susah dah nak jumpa. Jadi jangan pegi ketuk dia dengan selipar takpun sembur dengan Ridsect. Serangga ni tak merbahaya langsung. Dia punya makanan hanyalah jus dari pokok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-3673773128759293705?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3673773128759293705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=3673773128759293705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3673773128759293705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3673773128759293705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/entry-212-riang-riang.html' title='Entry 212 - Riang-Riang'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2141545248138773016</id><published>2012-01-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:30:00.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 211 - Motorku Kena 'Curi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuak sungguh aku dengan keadaan yang baru berlaku tadi. Aku baru balik dari pekan ja pukul 6 tadi. Masuk simpang taman aku, tetiba aku ternampak sorang laki Cina naik motor. Aku tengok motor tu, macam motor aku. Motor jenis aku punya ni jarang nak nampak atas jalan, jadi aku pun tengok betul-betul. Tengok warna sama. Tengok helmet dia pakai pun sama. Tengok-tengok, aik, plat nombor motor pun sama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, tak boleh jadi ni. Cepat-cepat aku pusing balik kereta dan kejar motor tu. Aku suruh mak aku call ayah aku dekat rumah. Confirm cepat-cepat. Tetiba mak aku macam terkena sakit jantung. Duk tercungap-cungap tapi masih cuba buka HP. Aku pun cakap dekat mak aku, sabar dulu. Kita ikut dulu dia nak pi mana. Aku pun capai HP mak aku dan call ayah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Abah, tengok motor dekat rumah ada lagi ke tak? Awat nampak ada Cina naik motor tu?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sambil tu mata aku mengekori motor tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, tu Cina mai buat wiring dekat rumah. Dia kena ambik barang dekat kedai jadi Abah bagi pinjam motor tu".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La, awat tak bagitau. Tak pasal-pasal ingat dia curi. Siap kejar dia lagi ingat nak tahan dia tanya pasaipa ada motor tu. Mama nak sakit jantung dah tadi".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balik-balik rumah memang betul la, ada lori kedai elektrik yang datang buat wiring. Cina yang naik motor tadi pun sampai rumah lepas tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Aiyo, I ingat you curi motor I tadi. Jumpa dekat simpang ja nampak motor I. Of course I kejar. Sori ya. Dulu rumah ni motor pernah kena curi, jadi fobia sikit".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Big Boss yang ada dekat rumah aku pun cakap nasib baik aku tak call polis. Tak pasal-pasal ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aduhai Abah aku ni pun. Bagitau la apa-apa dulu. Motor aku jugak tu. Nasib baik tak jadi benda lain. Perkara yang paling cuak sekali untuk awal tahun ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Motor aku Honda Wave Dash 110cc ja. Tapi setiap kali parking dekat masjid masa Solat Jumaat, mesti ada budak-budak dengan bapak budak duk ushar motor aku. Sebab plat nombor motor aku ni PKD. Sama ada Pekida, takpun Pengkid hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2141545248138773016?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2141545248138773016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2141545248138773016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2141545248138773016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2141545248138773016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/entry-211-motorku-kena-curi.html' title='Entry 211 - Motorku Kena &apos;Curi&apos;'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7354138035692377673</id><published>2012-01-05T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:30:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 210 - Kenapa Lelaki Tak Boleh Cakap Elok-Elok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nH6X5mYZ3xk/TwWzroTzY5I/AAAAAAAAWrw/pXmf19oaNSA/s1600/pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nH6X5mYZ3xk/TwWzroTzY5I/AAAAAAAAWrw/pXmf19oaNSA/s200/pic1.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkzjNAaW9kQ/TwWzr0kC1VI/AAAAAAAAWr0/QONJiCpy4jY/s1600/pic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkzjNAaW9kQ/TwWzr0kC1VI/AAAAAAAAWr0/QONJiCpy4jY/s200/pic2.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Pernah tak girlfriend korang tanya soalan macam ni:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Baby, kasut mana cantik lagi? Yang biru ke emas?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fuh, tetiba ja rasa seram sejuk dek soalan ni. Yela,sebab kalau salah jawab, nahas pulak kan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Erm, mana-mana yang Darling suka la"&lt;/i&gt;,tergagap-gagap ko menjawab.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ala Baby ni, bagi tau la. Biru ke emas? Cepatla".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Emas!"&lt;/i&gt; ko pun menjawab terketar-ketar, takpasti girlfriend ko akan marah ke tak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Apa masalahnya dengan biru?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ko dah nak naik meroyan, tadi tanya warna mana cantik,tapi dah bagitau, tanya lagi macam salah pulak pilihan tu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kalau takmau pendapat, jangan tanya Abang laDarling".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ko ingat ko dah selesaikan masalah kan? Tak payahberdepan dah dengan soalan pasal warna kasut. Tapi ko baru buat masalah baru.Dia tak nampak seronok pun dengan apa ko cakap. Eh, bagitau warna pun tak cukupka?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sebenarnya, Darling ko tu baru ja gunakan salah satuciri dalam cara percakapan perempuan: Indirect Speech (cakap tak terus terang).Dia dah pun buat pilihan mana yang dia nak pakai. Dia tak nak dengar punpendapat ko, tapi hanya nak confirmation yang dia nampak cantik ja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kalau Darling ko tanya 'biru ke emas' masa pilihkasut, amatlah penting untuk ko jangan bagi jawapan. Sebaliknya, ko reversebalik soalan dekat dia. Ko tanya balik.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Darling dah pilih tak lagi kasut?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ha, masa ni mungkin Darling ko terkejut. Mana penahlagi orang tanya dia soalan macam tu, sebab banyak lelaki lain mesti bagitauterus warna sebab malas nak cakap banyak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Emm, rasanya I sesuai pakai yang emas nikot?"&lt;/i&gt; dia menjawab konon-konon tak sure pilihan dia. Sebenarnya dia memangpilih yang emas tu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kenapa warna emas, Darling?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sebab I punya aksesori I sekarang warna emas,baju I pun ada pattern emas juga, macam masuk la"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kalau ko pandai, ko mesti cepat-cepat jawab macam ni:&lt;i&gt;"Wow! Fabulouso! Hebat! Pandai Darling pilih! Abang suka!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ha, ko akan tersenyum lebar memanjang hari ni denganDarling ko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenapa Lelaki Tak Boleh Cakap Betul-Betul? (Bahagian ni bosan sikit nak baca)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah beribu tahun dah, lelaki tetap lelaki. Lelaki bukannya kaki bercakap kalau nak dibandingkan dengan perempuan. Banyak perempuan cakap dulu berbanding lelaki masa kecik-kecik. Kalau dibandingkan di kalangan budak umur tiga tahun, budak perempuan punya vocabulary tu kemungkinan tiga kali lebih banyak daripada budak lelaki. Kalau budak perempuan tu cakap, hampir boleh faham la. Takda nak amma appa lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk lelaki, pertuturan dan bahasa bukanlah satu kemahiran yang kritikal di otaknya. Kebanyakan otak lelaki berfungsi banyak di bahagian kiri dan tak ada kawasan yang spesifik. Ada kajian yang menunjukkan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;orang yang mengalami kerosakan di bahagian otak kiri, terutamanya berkaitan gangguan pertuturan, lelaki banyaknya menunjukkan gangguan pertuturan di sebelah kiri/belakang, tetapi perempuan pulak di kiri/depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Tonmoy Sharma dari Institute of Psychiatry di London buat perbandingan di antara otak lelaki dan otak perempuan dari aspek pertuturan dan bahasa. Kajian dia bagitau, otak lelaki ada kawasan yang sikit untuk fungsi pertuturan dan bahasa berbanding perempuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila lelaki bercakap, MRI Scan akan tunjuk seluruh bahagian kiri otak dia aktif sebab nak cari mana pusat percakapan dia, tapi tak dapat fokus sangat. Kesannya, lelaki tak boleh cakap betul-betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0A2ed8r74mE/TwWWe1uocQI/AAAAAAAAWrY/ymn-ksDpP4c/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+512012+82320+PM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0A2ed8r74mE/TwWWe1uocQI/AAAAAAAAWrY/ymn-ksDpP4c/s200/Fullscreen+capture+512012+82320+PM.bmp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lokasi pertuturan dan bahasa di dalam otak lelaki&lt;br /&gt;[Kawasan hitam menunjukkan aktiviti].&lt;br /&gt;(Sharma, 1999).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtm7ueFoIvo/TwWX0pHL4uI/AAAAAAAAWrk/pk2izfzNki4/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+512012+82922+PM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtm7ueFoIvo/TwWX0pHL4uI/AAAAAAAAWrk/pk2izfzNki4/s200/Fullscreen+capture+512012+82922+PM.bmp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lokasi pertuturan dan bahasa di dalam otak perempuan&lt;br /&gt;[Kawasan hitam menunjukkan aktiviti].&lt;br /&gt;(Sharma, 1999).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jadi apa yang korangnampak? Otak perempuan memang banyak lagi kawasan hitam yang menunjukkankawasan aktif pertuturan dan bahasa kan? Sebab tu lelaki banyak mumble, kejapduk "Emm", "Aah", "Umm", dan macam-macam lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Situasi senang, macamtengok bola. "Pass bekas rokok", "Bodo punya keeper","Awat tak kejar!", "Aku main best lagi". Ni lelaki.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kalau perempuan tengok tvdrama pulak, hurm, contoh terdekat, Tentang Dhia. "Awat la pi mati pulakDhia dengan Zikir ni? Buang masa aku ja tengok", "Ooi, sweetnya matisama-sama. Ish aku nak mati sekali dengan suami aku la nanti", "Nicerita tentang Dhia ka pasal perempuan lain? Apahal banyak sangat karekter laintak pasal-pasal? Gila apa director ni?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tu TV drama. Kalau dibandingkanperempuan nak tengok cerita macam penyiasat-penyiasat ala-ala Sherlock Holmesni, memang tak berapa aman sikit perempuan nak tengok. Sebab apa? Sebab kalautengok dengan boyfriend, si boyfriend senyap ja fokus tengok wayang. Sigirlfriend pulak duk tak tenang, nak tanya apa jadi, kenapa jadi macam tu, sapadia orang ni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Itu pasal TV dan filem. Cuba ko tanya orang sukan. Cuba tanyapemain basketball perempuan macam mana perasaan dia lepas shoot bola masuk.Panjang lebar explanation. Tanya lelaki? Humph, kadang-kadang nak gerak mulutpun belum tentu lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kes senang lagi? Mak ko tanya adik perempuan komacam mana Hari Kantin dekat sekolah. "Best mak. Macam-macam jual. Aiskacang, teh tarik, fish ball, segala bagai. Ha mak tau tak Cikgu Liza tu, dahpakai tudung mak! Dapat hidayah tu, bagus la kan mak? Cuba mak ko tanya siabang pulak. "Emm, macam biasa. Macam kantin ja". Itu ja jawapan koakan dengar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ni Hari Kekasih pulak. (Ok,Valentine's Day haram kan?). Banyak lelaki bagi bunga betul? Pasal apa? Sebab lelakitak pandai cakap. Bunga tu kalau bagi dekat girlfriend,sah-sah senyum lebar.Cuba kalau ko cakap nak bagi happy girlfriend ko hari tu. Berbuih-buih air liurkeluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kalau beli kad nak bagi,memang tak ada masalah untuk lelaki. Tapi nak tulis dalam tu, itu satu cabaransebenarnya nak fikir apa nak tulis. Sebab tu lelaki mungkin pilih kad yang adabanyak tulisan siap-siap print dalam tu. Kurang space dia nak kena tulis. Checkbalik kad korang semua betul ke tak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kenapa macam ni keadaannya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mungkin juga, masadulu-dulu, zaman purbakala, lelaki memang tugasnya memburu binatang dekat luargua. Tak perlu cakap banyak masa nak memburu, takut binatang tu terdengar. Jadibanyak bahasa isyarat tangan digunakan. Takpun, diorang cakap pendek-pendek ja.Maklumat padat tapi difahami terus. Masa tengah stalk mangsa dia, kaum-kaum lelakini semua boleh duk senyap berjam-jam. Mungkin la, secara evolusinya, otaklelaki bahagian pertuturan dan bahasa kurang berkembang, dan dibawa turunsebagai kod genetik yang membentuk otak lelaki zaman sekarang. Ko tengok kalau lelakipergi memancing. Ada dia nak cakap banyak? Duduk berjam-jam senyap pun tak apa.Lepas tu claim hobi memancing ni memang kena senyap sebab takut ikan lari.Padahal sebenarnya memang otak lelaki macam tu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perempuan zaman purbakalapulak macam mana? Sebab diorang banyaknya duduk dalam gua takpun keluar guapetik-petik sayur. Komunikasi tu sangat penting. Nak bagitau hujan turun, anaklari sana sini, nak lukis hias dinding. Semua kena cakap. Cuba ko letak duatiga perempuan dekat satu tempat, kalau diorang tak bercakap, memang adamasalah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Disebabkan bahagianpertuturan dan bahasa dalam otak perempuan lebih luas, ini memberi kelebihankepada perempuan untuk belajar dan menguasai bahasa asing lebih pantas daripadalelaki. Aku punya kawan pun ada la dua tiga orang yang boleh cakap lebih dari tiga bahasa. Disebabkan itu juga, perempuan lebih particular pasal grammar,punctuation, dan spelling. Nak lebih senang lagi? Berapa ramai cikgu bahasa,tak kira la cikgu Bahasa Melayu takpun bahasa Inggeris, adalah lelaki? Banyak?Sikit? Sikit kan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, perempuan,jangan la marah lelaki kalau tak banyak cakap, takpun selalu cakap benda yang menyakitkan hati. Kadang-kadang, lelaki memang maksud dia baik, dia nak cakap bagi seronok, tapi balik-balik, salah jugak. Sebab tak reti nak cakap elok-elok, bergaduh semua orang. Tapi jangan la gelak dekat lelaki pulak, cakap lelaki bodoh tak reti cakap. Sebab lelaki pun ada kelebihan dia sendiri. Nanti aku akan cakap pulak pasal kemahiran spatial dalam lelaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/s: Ni adalah pandangan peribadi sahaja. Kalau setuju takpa. Kalau tak setuju, jangan la nak burn aku. Tak pasal-pasal ngamuk pulak. Lagipun, tak ada benda yang seksis dalam hal ni. Lagi satu, ni general statement ja. Bukan semua lelaki tak boleh cakap elok-elok. Ada ja aku kenal kawan aku pemidato terbaik peringkat kebangsaan tetapi seorang lelaki. Macam aku cakap, semua dekat atas ni, general statement.&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/2433146832341765809-7354138035692377673?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7354138035692377673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7354138035692377673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7354138035692377673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7354138035692377673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/entry-210-kenapa-lelaki-tak-boleh-cakap.html' title='Entry 210 - Kenapa Lelaki Tak Boleh Cakap Elok-Elok?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nH6X5mYZ3xk/TwWzroTzY5I/AAAAAAAAWrw/pXmf19oaNSA/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8092989895517147229</id><published>2011-11-08T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:11:53.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 209 - L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a poet, far from a romantic person. The guys you saw on TV, handsomely acting with the very best of behaviour, being sweet and&amp;nbsp;gallantly&amp;nbsp;charming, that is also not me. What makes a girl, or precisely, a lady, to fall in love with a guy like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am tough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But being with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am nothing like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What makes your heart tick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When you saw me from afar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is it for my look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I doubt it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So what does it took,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To grab your view?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To capture your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To dazzle your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Am I a fine man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't think so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With many flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I bet you will say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yet here you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Standing by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Going through everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Though I am the worst of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank you Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For being this kind to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For showering me with care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And for being the best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Will I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ever be good for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I promise you this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I will be the best man for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To become the best husband and father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For the happiness of our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8092989895517147229?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8092989895517147229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8092989895517147229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8092989895517147229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8092989895517147229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/entry-209-love.html' title='Entry 209 - L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5989753153828813505</id><published>2011-11-01T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:25:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 208 - Siapa Tak Suka Buat Baik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meh nak tanya korang semua, apa tu baik, apa tu jahat? Susah ka senang soalan ni? Yang belajar psikologi mesti nak guna teori moraliti macam Kohlberg takpun Gilligan. Sori, aku takkan cakap pasal dua orang ni, sebab aku tak larat nak cakap apa depa dah cakap. Nak tahu google sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, ni cerita aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu hari dekat stesen LRT, aku nak naik eskalator (ada ka ejaan ni dalam BM, senangnya tangga bergerak la). Tapi aduhai, nak terkencing la pulak. Jadi, aku pun ke tandas di bawah eskalator itu. Elok aku nak masuk ja, cuba teka apa aku jumpa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsArNptpSPs/Tq7TY4LiqNI/AAAAAAAAWp4/eSgY_wmkDWc/s1600/IMG-20110410-00077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsArNptpSPs/Tq7TY4LiqNI/AAAAAAAAWp4/eSgY_wmkDWc/s200/IMG-20110410-00077.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senyum meow meow :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kucing? Memang aku suka kucing, tapi ni tandas kot, takkan la kucing nak masuk. Dengan tandas awam Malaysia yang serba tak bersihnya, kucing pun taknak masuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay dah, jangan merapu panjang. Ada la seorang pakcik ni (aku tak sure la dia pakcik ke apa), duduk atas kerusi roda. Dari gamitan mataku (ewah, BM nak canggih ja), dia seorang yang istimewa. Bukan istimewa macam orang gila pakai seluar dalam merah dekat luar+kain alas meja dekat belakang badan tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryboar.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Crazy_superman_fan_1-550x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://www.angryboar.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Crazy_superman_fan_1-550x400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mana satu Superman palsu?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Definisi OKU di Malaysia membawa maksud golongan yang mempunyai kekurangan jangka panjang fizikal, mental, intelektual, atau deria yang apabila berinteraksi dengan pelbagai halangan, boleh menyekat penyertaan mereka dengan penuh dan berkesan dalam masyarakat". (Akta Orang Kupaya, 2008)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiJgMHJ4VIc/TkppZWjleAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/roPSr7aUmo0/s1600/OKU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiJgMHJ4VIc/TkppZWjleAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/roPSr7aUmo0/s200/OKU.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Tiada Kaitan - Ada jugak yang normal tapi parking dekat&lt;br /&gt;kawasan&amp;nbsp;khas untuk OKU. Mungkin otaknya turut sakit#&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun di Malaysia, diorang dikenali sebagai OKU, aku pandang diorang sebagai insan istimewa. Ye la, diuji macam tu lagi, dan kena bedepan dengan masyarakat yang banyaknya prejudis (okay, bukan banyak, mungkin segelintir ja). Baik, berbalik pada cerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia baru keluar dari tandas, dan dari gayanya, agak susah untuk bergerak ke satu tempat yang aku tak ketahui ke mana dia nak pergi. Aku tengok dari bawah sampai atas, kaki dan tangannya semacam terbengkok ke dalam, ada bengkak di pergelangan tulang di tapak tangan serta kaki (mungkin struktur tulang yang jadikan kaki dan tangannya bengkok). Mula-mula aku tak perasan sangat dia susah nak gerak sebenarnya, sebab kebanyakkan orang yang naik kerusi roda ni selalunya mahir guna kerusi roda. Aku yang mulanya nak melangkah masuk tandas (dengan kaki kiri), berpaling badan secara automatik. Tak tahu kenapa macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seraya aku berkata, "Encik perlukan pertolongan"? (Okay, sumpah, ni ayat yang aku cakap, dengan sopan dan penuh susila). #Vomit mode#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9x91CGoux0/TcTWxQ7WplI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yowDC8Xvg_8/215632_210124892345874_204842966207400_723917_3891129_n%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9x91CGoux0/TcTWxQ7WplI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yowDC8Xvg_8/215632_210124892345874_204842966207400_723917_3891129_n%5B2%5D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serious&amp;nbsp;scary&amp;nbsp;muka dia hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dia pun cakap ya, tapi dengan nada dan intonasi suara yang aku sukar fahami. Cuba korang cakap dengan mulut senget dan kepit hidung sekali (okay, ni bukan bahan jenaka okay). Dia cakap dia nak pergi solat Isyak tapi susah nak gerak sikit sebab luar tandas licin sikit. Aku pun tolak la kerusi roda dia ke tepi surau, tapi dia cakap tak boleh solat dalam tu sebab sempit. (Ya tak ya jugak, dengan kerusi roda memang la susah nak masuk, dan aku baru sedar, dia memang guna kerusi roda sepanjang masa. Ye la kan, kalau dia boleh berdiri lagi mesti dah masuk surau dah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum aku bawa dia ke tepi surau tu, dia minta aku bawa dia ke tepi sudut sebelah surau ja. Ada satu bakul. Aku pun bawakan bakul tu kat dia. Baru aku tau, dia jual kerepek ubi dan pisang. Dia minta aku pasangkan tali pengikat bakul tu dekat kerusi roda dia, Letak atas pedal kaki kerusi roda dia. Kesian pakcik ni, memang aku sedih la tengok dia. Kebetulan masa aku tengah tolong pakcik tu, ada seorang budak perempuan datang beli kerepek dekat pakcik ni. Siap bagi extra RM5 lagi walaupun sepeket RM1 ja. Murah hati sungguh. Mungkin dia dah lama tengok pakcik ni kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemudian, dia minta aku letakkan dia di sebelah luar surau dan aku tanya ke mana arah kiblat. Jadi aku pun posisikan kerusi roda ikut arah kiblat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, aku lupa nak sebut ke, sepanjang masa aku dengan dia, tak habis-habis dia cakap terima kasih, dan dia akan doakan kebaikan untuk aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#Cerita ni takda langsung unsur riak dari aku, atau nak kata aku ni super duper baik la#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, sambil aku perhatikan dia angkat takbir nak solat, aku hanya melangkah pergi naik eskalator dengan hati berbunga-bunga. Iye, seronok tolong orang ni. Tak percaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kreativegarden.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/flower_heart-400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.kreativegarden.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/flower_heart-400x400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kan berbunga hati ni? Siap rama-rama &amp;nbsp;lagi :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba la sehari korang tolong mana-mana orang pun, tak kisah la dari makcik nak lintas jalan ke, pakcik tak larat turun tangga ke, atau orang buta nak pergi tempat tunggu bas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#Cerita pasal bawa orang buta ke tempat tunggu bas, aku pernah lalui sendiri. Orang buta ni pegawai perubatan dekat Hospital Pantai. See, siapa cakap orang kurang upaya a.k.a. istimewa ni tak boleh buat apa-apa? Pegawai kot? Bukan senang nak jadi tau dengan cabaran yang dia hadapi#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kesimpulan cerita yang amatlah panjang ni, memanglah manusia ni ada sifat baik dan sifat buruk. Bagi aku, nak buat jahat memang seronok, tapi seronoknya kejap ja sebab nanti datang la rasa bersalah tak habis-habis (lain la kalau hati tegar nak mampus jahat gila-gila). Buat baik, korang akan rasa seronok sampai bila-bila, dan bila teringat balik, jadi seronok balik. Itulah kuasa kebaikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Okay, aku lupa satu perkara. Agaknya apa? *****Aku terlupa nak kencing oi! Tahan sampai balik ja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-5989753153828813505?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5989753153828813505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5989753153828813505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5989753153828813505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5989753153828813505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/entry-208-siapa-tak-suka-buat-baik.html' title='Entry 208 - Siapa Tak Suka Buat Baik?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsArNptpSPs/Tq7TY4LiqNI/AAAAAAAAWp4/eSgY_wmkDWc/s72-c/IMG-20110410-00077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6944675045301150547</id><published>2011-10-24T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:21:19.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 207 - Another Poem For My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I felt that I have lost the touch in writing. There are many things that I want to say, but halted with the thoughts whether what I write will be good enough for the readers. Perhaps, I took lots of consideration before writing before I hurt other people's feelings. But then, I can't write anything since who knows, there might be a few sentences that I write will eventually hurts others. So, I am often stopped by this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I will do what I think I am good at: &lt;b&gt;Writing a poem for my girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;. You can never be wrong in this. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puzzling, Surprising, Beautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the time, life is puzzling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the time, life offers&amp;nbsp;surprises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the time, life is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, love is puzzling,&amp;nbsp;surprising, and beautiful at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never have luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could never figure things out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when you walk past by me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard not to stare at you, wanting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows love can be secretive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With one view my hearts was beating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I kept it to myself, shuush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be cool, I got to act this cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, love is getting stronger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't keep this to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't keep things in order,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this love, puzzling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows love can be like a birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It carves a smile on my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you and I felt good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be cool, I got to act this cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, love offers many things now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't act like nothing is happening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say no to this feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this love, full of surprises?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows love is the mirror of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For I see myself when I see you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see a perfect me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be cool, I got to act this cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, love is overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say no to you now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say no to your smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this love, brimming with beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puzzling to me, because I get confused lots of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprising to me, because I discover many things about me and you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful to me, because I find there's us in this equation, a perfect reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get everything that I have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm all yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class=”opacity” href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vgqm-2CthI/TqQ710eKirI/AAAAAAAAWpQ/ZiecIahQuNA/s1600/DSC06361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vgqm-2CthI/TqQ710eKirI/AAAAAAAAWpQ/ZiecIahQuNA/s400/DSC06361.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/s: I love this moment~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6944675045301150547?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6944675045301150547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6944675045301150547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6944675045301150547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6944675045301150547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-207-another-poem-for-my-girl.html' title='Entry 207 - Another Poem For My Girl'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vgqm-2CthI/TqQ710eKirI/AAAAAAAAWpQ/ZiecIahQuNA/s72-c/DSC06361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-3809982903964821864</id><published>2011-10-19T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:16:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 206 - Vacation Treat</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, 39 of us from IPG Kampus Bahasa Antarabangsa went to Pangkor Island for three days two nights to attend for Managing Co-Curriculum Course. Supposedly there should be 40 people, but one got involved in an accident. Pity that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I believe it is a&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;experience for us. For those who didn't go, I have no right to say they lost their chances since everyone has their preferences in doing things in life. For me, I believe that I need to equip myself with all the knowledge necessary to become a functional teacher in the next school I am going to be posted. It will be a sad thing if I can't do anything and looked down by others. I rather not have that perception thrown or stamped on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pangkor Island is nice. Except for the fact that the beach were very sandy. Sandy in the sense, lots of small-small stones. The sunset, mesmerizing. The Sun? No. I got sunburn even after I applied sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things that we did over there was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Confidence: This is the most important aspect for any kind of activities involving water. I know most of my friends do not know how to swim, and to go into the sea for kayaking will be very dangerous. Even if they use&amp;nbsp;life jackets, but when it comes to panic, you might eventually drown from the struggle. What we did was, wear the&amp;nbsp;life jacket&amp;nbsp;and go into the sea with a partner. Better known as buddy system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Safety: Knowing that life jacket will always save you, we learn about how to save people who needs help in the sea. How to escape the grasp of the victim, how to carry the victim back to the shores, CPR and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking: The fun and tiring part of the whole thing! Who knew kayaking in the sea can be very tiring? To fight the wave, the wind, and the constant current that bring you on the other side of the kayak. But alhamdullillah. My girlfriend and I managed to paddle to the other side of the beach, although we were extremely tired and felt some muscle pain afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abseiling: I love this, and at the same time, I'm afraid to do this. Yet, I'm the first person to go down the cliff. Managed to bribe my girlfriend to do the same LOL. Well, everyone did the abseiling except for few people which I can understand the reasons behind not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientaring: Using compass and finding points? It's easy to do, but it can be very hard for the children. Well, you can use this to conduct English lessons in teaching children about preposition, or many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have wrote down many things. As usual, the photos will tell it all. Do enjoy them! And for 6 photos at the end of everything belongs to my roommate, Imran, so the credit goes to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amc0eMmDLKg/Tp2lSCwOL6I/AAAAAAAAWo4/59CyCs9UpoI/s1600/Downloads1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amc0eMmDLKg/Tp2lSCwOL6I/AAAAAAAAWo4/59CyCs9UpoI/s640/Downloads1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sENvli3J-kk/Tp2lUtYifNI/AAAAAAAAWpA/slms7DhFTdo/s1600/Downloads2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sENvli3J-kk/Tp2lUtYifNI/AAAAAAAAWpA/slms7DhFTdo/s640/Downloads2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymyfJ_Jf6s0/Tp2lYazCOlI/AAAAAAAAWpI/Qbt_uC50AgM/s1600/Downloads3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymyfJ_Jf6s0/Tp2lYazCOlI/AAAAAAAAWpI/Qbt_uC50AgM/s640/Downloads3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm trying to rescue my face due to lots of pimple coming out. Wrong usage of&amp;nbsp;brightening&amp;nbsp;lotion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-3809982903964821864?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3809982903964821864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=3809982903964821864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3809982903964821864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3809982903964821864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-206-vacation-treat.html' title='Entry 206 - Vacation Treat'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amc0eMmDLKg/Tp2lSCwOL6I/AAAAAAAAWo4/59CyCs9UpoI/s72-c/Downloads1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7450943354835480015</id><published>2011-10-18T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:30:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 205 - Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phew! It's been a long time I'm not here. Maybe the desire to blog has somehow withered away from me due to many things, such as practicum session in school. Yes, I was sent to a high school to do my practicum session for three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I missed the kids at the school. Sometimes, I felt that the three months for me to be at the school is not enough. Although at first the kids can hardly accept me, but slowly they made their ways into my heart. I love the kids, being the reason why I am teaching. And I realized too how these kids want to learn. For those who know me will say that I can be very close with kids. That is true. I asked one of the students in the school, how they are doing without me. The answer saddened me because, the school is not fun without me. Auw, isn't that sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the final day of me at the school, I can't help to contain the tears in my eyes. Yes, I almost cry when I'm taking group photos of my kids in the class. You see, I am not ashamed of why I am crying, and I felt good that I wanted to cry. It shows that I really loves the kids. They made their ways and stayed in my heart, and seeing how they are still laughing off in classroom reminds me of the innocence of children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids, I prayed for everyone's success and I believe that you can do well in the studies. Believes in yourself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqN-olZIqo/Tp2ar9AXtzI/AAAAAAAAWow/ydFVcnLJf0I/s1600/Downloads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqN-olZIqo/Tp2ar9AXtzI/AAAAAAAAWow/ydFVcnLJf0I/s640/Downloads.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye kids! Stay healthy and don't forget all my advices to you. Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7450943354835480015?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7450943354835480015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7450943354835480015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7450943354835480015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7450943354835480015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-205-breakthrough.html' title='Entry 205 - Breakthrough'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqN-olZIqo/Tp2ar9AXtzI/AAAAAAAAWow/ydFVcnLJf0I/s72-c/Downloads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-4370159974440293672</id><published>2011-09-13T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:39:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 204 - Jerebu KL 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJK7R8tgVN8/Th0F5ePd8QI/AAAAAAAABGA/WS35jwYTOnA/s1600/oh+jerebu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJK7R8tgVN8/Th0F5ePd8QI/AAAAAAAABGA/WS35jwYTOnA/s1600/oh+jerebu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur Diselaputi Jerebu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari-hari aku naik motor nak sesak nafas pasal jerebu. Asal pagi-pagi naik motor pi sekolah ja, sakit mata berayaq-ayaq. Mulut duk tahan nafas dengan tangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La ni pasaipa ntah jerebu ni? Tak habis-habis lagi ka tebakaq kat Sumatera ni. Tiap-tiap tahun, pasal perangai depa nak main bakaq ja sampai tak boleh control. Kita jugak mangsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuba bakaq kemenyan lepas tu sedut masuk hidung. Sakit ka tak? Apa kata tukang bakaq tu yang kena macam tu? Baru puas hati kot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sambutan Hari Malaysia tak lama lagi ja. 16 September. Bayangkan kalau kat Dataran Merdeka tu orang punya syok-syok nak tengok Sukhoi terbang pusing-pusing kat langit, tapi dek jerebu haram tak nampak apa-apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelancong mai Malaysia nak ambik gambaq KLCC pun frust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oi, aku pun frust. Aku dah lama tak keluaq ambik gambaq ni. Duk ngidam lama dah nak wat landscape photography nih tapi jerebu mana boleh wat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu jerebu fizikal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jerebu politik? Tak tau dah nak kata apa. Bek duk senyap-senyap ja kan? Malas nak hingaq lebih-lebih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya yang sesak nafas semasa menaip entry ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-4370159974440293672?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4370159974440293672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=4370159974440293672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4370159974440293672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4370159974440293672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/entry-204-jerebu-kl-2011.html' title='Entry 204 - Jerebu KL 2011'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJK7R8tgVN8/Th0F5ePd8QI/AAAAAAAABGA/WS35jwYTOnA/s72-c/oh+jerebu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Segambut, 51200 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.1923335 101.6740984</georss:point><georss:box>3.1764795 101.65435740000001 3.2081875 101.6938394</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5909595880528218080</id><published>2011-09-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:21:00.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 203 - Aku Jarang Tengok Cerita Melayu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bagi yang kenal aku, mesti tau aku tak penah ambik kisah tengok cerita Melayu. Bila korang tau selebriti-selebriti Malaysia, aku tak tau. Korang cakap Lisa Surihani ka, Rita Rudaini, Rozita Che Wan, Farid Kamil, choi, aku tak boleh bayangkan muka depa. Tak kala nama-nama Aaron Aziz yang jadi kegilaan perempuan seketika tu, aku tak ambik kisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Okay, aku ambik kisah sikit. Badan dia tough tak macam aku, sebab tu gf aku syok tengok dia. Ka sebab dalam cerita tu dia sweet? Aku pun sweet pa hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n508/eiman23x/posterohharam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n508/eiman23x/posterohharam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapi point entry aku hari ni bukan nak cakap pasal selebriti ka apa-apa. Tapi pasal satu cerita Melayu yang kena tunjuk kat TV 10/09/2011. Tajuk dia 'Oh Haram'. Lakonan&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqasha, Sharifah Amani, Jalil Hamid, Hamidah Wahab, Mak Mah, Rita Rudaini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f1; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Aku copy ja senarai pelakon dia. Sebab aku memang tak kenal muka sorang2 dalam drama ni).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapi bagi aku, best la cerita ni. Jarang aku cakap cerita Melayu best sebab bagi aku, scene dia banyak&amp;nbsp;cliché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cerita dia pasal sorang laki nama Rahimi yang belajar ilmu Usuluddin di luar negara (Isketambola). Dulunya dia peramah dan riang, tapi lepas belajar ilmu macam tu, terus ditegah segala kemungkaran yang ada di depan mata. "Haram ni, Haram tu". Macam tu la Rahimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Point cerita ni, aku tak tau sebab aku tak sempat tengok sampai habis. Tapi, memang akan timbul banyak pertanyaan la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau kita buat kemungkaran, kita kena cepat-cepat bertaubat, mana tau nanti ajal jemput kita tak sempat nak minta ampun. Dan kalau kita nampak kemungkaran, memang jadi tanggungjawab seorang Muslim untuk menegurnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi ada kala, pendekatan yang diambil orang berilmu ni, kadang-kadang, pedas caranya. Mulutnya, tak payah kata, menyucuk jiwa. Bukan kita tak tau, tapi kita buat. Bila kena tegur, melenting. Salah diri sendiri ka salah penegur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi aku salah dua-dua. Yang buat kemungkaran, memang salah la sendiri kena ingat. Tapi kadang-kadang memang sifat manusia, kita lupa nak ingat. Tapi kita kena buka pintu hati jugak untuk terima nasihat. Tak boleh rasa diri betul ja setiap masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salah penegur adalah, macam dalam cerita ni, Rahimi men hentam ja tegur orang. Macam aku cakap, niat dia memang bagus. Tapi pendekatan tak boleh kasar. Islam agama yang banyak toleransinya. Kalau la semua ditegur kasar-kasar, sapa nak dengar? Manusia ada egonya. Salah teguran, buruk gak padahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada satu babak masa Rahimi ni belajar dulu-dulu, dia duduk berdua-duaan dengan seorang gadis yang belajar sekali kot. Di tempat tersembunyi la jugak, dan dijumpai tok guru dan orang-orang lain. Diikatnya dua-dua diorang kat batang pokok, sampai la perempuan tu mati. (Adakah disebabkan ucapan tok guru dia yang mengatakan ada hukuman sebatan 100 kali, aku tak pasti sama ada diorang kena sebat 100 kali dan perempuan tu tak tahan dan mati). Disalahkan Rahimi kerana kalau tak berdua-duaan, seorang Hawa tak akan merana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hurm, adilkah nak salahkan laki tu? Bukan ka patutnya, kita tarik ja dua-dua orang tu ke tempat lain, dan ceramah sikit. Hukuman mental lebih berkesan dari fizikal dalam mendidik orang. Tok guru tu, aku patut salahkan. Sebab aku tengok macam dah lepas tangan dah caranya nak kata Rahimi salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, aku yang tak mahir agama ni, taknak kata lebih-lebih. Kang marah ramai orang pulak aku cakap tak ikut ilmu yang betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takpala, korang cari la cerita ni sebab ada untuk download. Google sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last sekali, ni lirik lagu dalam babak cerita 'Oh Haram'. Best jugak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KYK9cgclZq8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa dah jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa dah jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Orang lah Islam di zaman IT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa dah jadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa dah jadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Islam sekarang dek hukum sendiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa dah jadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Masyaaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Orang yang jahil pon nak berpuasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apalagi yang usaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nak kumpul pahala merata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Puasa sehari bagailah nak gila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapi sayang bila berbuka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Penuh juadah satu meja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perut kenyang terus terlena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2433146832341765809-5909595880528218080?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5909595880528218080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5909595880528218080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5909595880528218080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5909595880528218080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/entry-203-aku-jarang-tengok-cerita.html' title='Entry 203 - Aku Jarang Tengok Cerita Melayu'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KYK9cgclZq8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-3716093243490770214</id><published>2011-08-26T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:23:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 202 - Nawaitu Seorang Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempena bulan yang mulia sebegini, yang datang menjenguk sekali setahun, izinkan aku untuk mengucapkan selamat menjalani ibadah berpuasa untuk beberapa hari lagi, dan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada seluruh umat Islam di Malaysia, mahupun di luar negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdullillah, hari ini hari Jumaat. Hari yang mulia dalam kalendar Islam. Hari ini juga, hari terakhir aku di sekolah sebelum bercuti seminggu untuk cuti raya. Pendek kan cuti raya? Tapi tak mengapa. Lepas tu sebulan lagi ja di sekolah, dan merdeka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni, aku nak cakap pasal nawaitu seorang guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guru bukanlah satu profesion yang mudah. Siapa yang beranggapan profesion ni mudah, sila turun sendiri ke sekolah, duduk dalam kelas untuk dua waktu sahaja. Lepas tu ajar la. Lengkap dengan &lt;i&gt;set induction, presentation, practice, production, &lt;/i&gt;dan&lt;i&gt; closure&lt;/i&gt; stage. Dan jangan lupa, menerapkan nilai-nilai moral. Menguruskan masalah disiplin pelajar, dan pengurusan kelas. Memastikan pembelajaran menarik perhatian pelajar. Itu baru urusan dalam kelas. Urusan luar kelas belum saya ceritakan di sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi siapa cakap kerja guru ni mudah, tolong fikir balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti mana-mana pekerjaan, setiap satu ada cabaran. Tapi tak adil untuk mengatakan kerja guru tu mudah, seronok, tak membebankan, banyak cuti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, kalau seorang guru tak ada nawaitu yang betul, maka ini akan mendatangkan bahaya pada pelajar-pelajarnya kelak. Kalau jadi guru disebabkan kerja yang ada pencen, yang ada cuti, kerja setakat cukup makan, maaf, anda tak layak jadi guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam Islam, pendidik itu mendapat kedudukan yang mulia, kerana dia menyampaikan ilmu pada orang lain. Dan apabila ilmu itu diamalkan untuk kebaikan, maka dapatlah juga pahala kepada guru tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdullillah, selama aku berada di sekolah untuk praktikum, aku berusaha bersungguh-sungguh, biarpun kadang-kadang tak tidur malam. Perah otak sampai sakit kepala, demam-demam, tapi aku tetap datang sekolah jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelajar-pelajar aku, dan bukan pelajar aku pun, dah mula rapat dengan aku. Aku berani cakap, aku turunkan diri aku kepada peringkat mereka. Dan pelajar nak tengok guru yang peramah dan mesra. Mereka dah penat tengok guru yang jerit-menjerit. Aku pun bosan tengok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, setiap guru ada caranya dalam mendidik. Bergantung pada falsafah apa yang dipegang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku? Aku jenis yang suka bergaul dengan budak-budak, jadi aku tahu apa mereka fikir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan kelmarin, untuk kelas aku, aku dapat pemarkahan cemerlang. Alhamdullillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nawaitu guru yang aku pegangi, berbalas seelok-eloknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi pesanan aku pada kawan-kawan aku, pada junior-junior aku yang masih seronok di luar negara, ingat balik nawaitu seorang guru. Kerana tugas anda tugas yang mulia dan penting untuk negara. Jangan jadi seorang guru biasa, jadilah guru yang pelajar tidak sabar untuk masuk ke dalam kelas anda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-3716093243490770214?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3716093243490770214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=3716093243490770214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3716093243490770214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3716093243490770214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/entry-202-nawaitu-seorang-guru.html' title='Entry 202 - Nawaitu Seorang Guru'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6521980304555857698</id><published>2011-08-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:17:01.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 201 - Happy Birthday To My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know whether she will read this entry or not. August 22 is my girlfriend's birthday, and mind you, I am very happy till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I celebrated her birthday one day earlier since I doubt on weekdays, we can have free time for ourselves especially during this hectic practicum session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How we celebrated yesterday? Well, we went out to KLCC to watch Zookeeper. Although her mood was spoilt by people kicking her seat from the back, and it's rude. Even if it's a child, I really hope the parents to control their children especially when people go to public spaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rushing from the KLCC to a mystery place for dinner (well, it's not mystery to her although I tried to cover her eyes), we dined at Full House Lifestyle Cafe in Jalan Yap Kwan Seng. Money wise, it's appropriate since we had Wok-seared Chicken Chop, Oven Roasted Chicken Tenderloin, and desserts like Profireto (not sure how it is spelled, but it's a mini-buns stuffed with custard and showered with more custard and chocolate sauce, yummie!) and Chocolate Brownies, as well drinks like Ice Lemon Tea and Lime Juice. It was delicious! Although the place should be properly air-ventilated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her birthday present? Let's say I'm her present! LOL, CHEAPSKATE! Well, I took the liberty to make a video montage using three different video editing software. Hectic, but I'm glad she loved it. Been trying to upload to Facebook and Youtube but it is taking forever! I'll find free wifi to upload the video later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I just want to wish to my girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have grown one year older,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you have become more wiser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you will have a successful life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also showered with all the greatest things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will never, ever, leave your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Sorry, I'm not a sweet guy with all the birthday surprises and all. It's just a plain day, but I hope you can feel my love to you. Happy Birthday my dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6521980304555857698?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6521980304555857698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6521980304555857698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6521980304555857698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6521980304555857698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/entry-201-happy-birthday-to-my-love.html' title='Entry 201 - Happy Birthday To My Love'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-872953284557670738</id><published>2011-08-17T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:53:06.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><title type='text'>Entry 200 - Revisiting Wellington (In Snow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, everyone should know about the snow in New Zealand. It would be  amazing for the Kiwis and a one-in-a-lifetime experience for Malaysian  students who are still studying in the land of Maori. It is even amusing  for students up north, particularly in Wellington and Auckland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/186632318/snow_animation_by_dovesplash-d3346f2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/186632318/snow_animation_by_dovesplash-d3346f2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every Malaysian students who are and was sent to oversea, must had dreamt about playing in snow. Although, I can't generalize this to everyone, but for me it is a truth. I googled up Wellington and to know that snow doesn't fall down in Wellington due to its geographical location, is pretty much a let down for me. But hey, that means I will have a chance to travel to other places to find snow, isn't it? Hence, I've been to Mount Wellington (surprisingly, it is in Hobart, Tasmania), and Mount Ruapehu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, for those in Wellington and Auckland have no need to travel further south as snow hits these cities. It must be a magical moments for everyone, and I can imagine how everyone is enjoying this moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my juniors in Wellington tagged me in a Facebook video. Yes, I can imagine them laughing evilly at me and my friends who are already back in Malaysia. Enjoy it for now boys, once you get back to Malaysia, each of you will squirm like a worm LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked up for photos of the snow in New Zealand, and I must say it is indeed amazing. These are the photos that I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzmjyZINGE/TksqMeopOVI/AAAAAAAAWng/l87CHG1NEBA/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101852+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzmjyZINGE/TksqMeopOVI/AAAAAAAAWng/l87CHG1NEBA/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101852+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, Wellington Cable Car in snow. What a wonder!&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Karryn Baudet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCEyockhwJ0/TksqNaaNX7I/AAAAAAAAWnk/nDJuacKRNhA/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101856+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCEyockhwJ0/TksqNaaNX7I/AAAAAAAAWnk/nDJuacKRNhA/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101856+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bee Hive in snow. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Dean Hiller &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Zf40O6LtE/TksqOeDfw_I/AAAAAAAAWno/abycveVGmEg/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101904+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Zf40O6LtE/TksqOeDfw_I/AAAAAAAAWno/abycveVGmEg/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101904+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pedestrians enjoying snow next to Old Bank Arcade Building.&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Daniel Wylie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsS4zgVp_sc/TksqPVVFiuI/AAAAAAAAWns/FAjTWBa5xQA/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101949+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsS4zgVp_sc/TksqPVVFiuI/AAAAAAAAWns/FAjTWBa5xQA/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101949+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vic students in Kelburn Campus sliding down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Katie Farman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlaPHuJoaM/TksqQQFOOiI/AAAAAAAAWnw/6S_mWS8LqsM/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101959+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlaPHuJoaM/TksqQQFOOiI/AAAAAAAAWnw/6S_mWS8LqsM/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101959+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this man! Always see him in City Council.&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Hamish Coleman-Ross &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amazing isn't it? Of course, for places in South Island, it may not be a good news for them. They have snow in their places, and it is made much worse with the Antarctic Blast. I heard the airport in Christchurch was closed down, and people are advised to store food and water in case of emergency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, Wellington, I wish that I am there right now to enjoy the snow. Maybe, it's super cold now. But heck, for the sake of enjoying it in Windy Welly, I don't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Down here is a video made by Ro Tierney using a Canon 60D. Video were shoot in Cuba Mall (my favourite hangout place).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27709878" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27709878"&gt;Snow on Cuba Mall in central Wellington (HD)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rotierney"&gt;Ro Tierney&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I love my home town, Kuala Lumpur, and Malaysia, I love Wellington and New Zealand too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a photo of me in front of Mount Ngauruhoe next to Mount Ruapehu (just for the sake of entertaining myself out of jealousy towards my juniors in Wellington).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bx0jn0bzAFE/TkstJIf4yCI/AAAAAAAAWn0/4e-S_GQQG1Y/s1600/Ruapehu+%2526+Me+Comic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bx0jn0bzAFE/TkstJIf4yCI/AAAAAAAAWn0/4e-S_GQQG1Y/s320/Ruapehu+%2526+Me+Comic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I'm still slim at this point of time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-872953284557670738?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/872953284557670738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=872953284557670738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/872953284557670738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/872953284557670738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/entry-200-revisiting-wellington-in-snow.html' title='Entry 200 - Revisiting Wellington (In Snow)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzmjyZINGE/TksqMeopOVI/AAAAAAAAWng/l87CHG1NEBA/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+1782011+101852+AM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5050729648202741303</id><published>2011-08-16T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:24:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 05-12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a week disappearing from the school for a mid-practicum briefing session in IPGKBA, I noticed that my students were eager to see me. Honestly, my heart was beating very fast and I can’t stop smiling. Perhaps this is what they call, the sweetness of teaching. I believe a teacher is supposed to touch the heart of the kids, and always in the memory of the teacher. I hope that one day as I leave the school, my name will not be forgotten by the students. I had seen my mother who is now a pensioner, and still her students are looking for her and always asking her out. I can’t wait to have that same feeling too. Imagine having students who are ignorant to you and don’t even care of your existence in the class and also their lives. That is just pathetic to me. Compare this to a teacher who is always loved by the students. Which one of these teachers that anyone would want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A teacher must make his or her presence seen. Simply said, if you have a class, always make sure to enter it. Never be late to the class because anything bad might happen if you are not in the class. Kids being kids, they are still immature at times, and who knows when you leave the class for five minutes, disasters might happen. I had witnessed students from other classes smacked the chair until it was broken, and the thought of it might hurt the students gave me such worry. Hence, a teacher must always be at his or her designated classes on time or earlier than that to ensure the safety of the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ksGK-UgfSs/TU26hldxvSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/noNCwcrJtbU/s400/sick_20736782.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ksGK-UgfSs/TU26hldxvSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/noNCwcrJtbU/s320/sick_20736782.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In addition, I found that students appreciate you more when you sacrifice things to ensure you are in the class. On previous Wednesday, I had a terrible headache due to the heat, especially in Ramadan where people are fasting. In the morning, I had tough time deciding whether to go to school or not. I thought I would take a medical leave. However, I realised that I might be troubling other teachers to replace my class, and missed a chance to see the students. I went instead to the school and entered the classes, and explained to students that I had terrible headache. Still, the lesson went on as usual. The students as I observed, were behaving properly, and not causing any disruptive behaviours. I know myself that these students are trying to be nice to me, and I believe they felt appreciated for all the trouble I went through just to be inside their classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day by day, week by week, I am enjoying a life as a teacher. Of course, I am not yet certified 100% to be a teacher, but throughout this experience, I can’t wait to be called a teacher with the right license. Why? I love being in the school and becoming a teacher for the students and also being a person who they can look forward for advices or role model. I must strive harder to become a competent teacher who can guide and provide students with a wider perspective of future lives.&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/2433146832341765809-5050729648202741303?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5050729648202741303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5050729648202741303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5050729648202741303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5050729648202741303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-reflection-practicum-week-05-12.html' title='Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 05-12)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ksGK-UgfSs/TU26hldxvSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/noNCwcrJtbU/s72-c/sick_20736782.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2360903317796255834</id><published>2011-08-16T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:24:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 04-12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The more you do your job, the more people will respect you. This is true for my case, and I’m nowhere to boast around saying that I am perfectly good with my job. But I believe that, for one to be a teacher, he must have the right conscience for it. Because a teacher is not only a job, it is a calling. If one does not have the heart for this job, he better quit as he is not only tormenting himself, but also his most important clients, the students. I had seen teachers in my own school, who are very teacher-like. What I mean by teacher-like is that, they are really dedicated to the students. You can see them rushing here and there for the students. And I want to be that kind of teacher. Often I heard about teacher burn-out, and honestly, that happens a lot when a teacher cannot deal anymore with the job. But if one has the right intention, I believe that whatever comes, he will be able to endure it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myenglishpages.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Textbook-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://myenglishpages.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Textbook-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also find it hard to follow other teachers who demanded to use textbook for learning. I remember from somewhere, that a textbook does not know the students, and whatever being stringed in it is completely irrelevance and I found this true. As I analyzed the textbook, sometimes I can see that the activities are not well connected, and sometimes it would be just off-topic! How can teachers fully relied on textbook? That, I don’t know. However, to strike a balance in serving the syllabus and the need for students to learn, I find it would be easier to pick up necessary things from the textbook. For example, the article in the textbook might be useful for the topic, but the activity might be ridiculous. What I need to do is to create another activity that is relevance to the article and also not difficult for the students. This brings to another issue, where the activities done for the students must not be too challenging or too easy for them. We need to strike a balance between these two spectrum, and for that, a teacher must know the students really well. Find out which students are good, which one require more attention and guidance, which one favours linguistic, kinaesthetic, visual aspects of the activity. Through this way, a teacher will be able to maximize his own teaching, and also the students’ learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not many things that I experience this week, but surely, the experiences for being in the school for a month will be share in next mid-practicum briefing in IPGKBA with all my friends. I hope through the sharing, I will be opened to a wider perspective of a teacher, and ways to deal with various issues in school.&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/2433146832341765809-2360903317796255834?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2360903317796255834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2360903317796255834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2360903317796255834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2360903317796255834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-reflection-practicum-week-04-12.html' title='Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 04-12)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8005928940113955076</id><published>2011-08-16T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:25:11.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 03-12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"&gt;This week saw me in an observation for the first time. What do I have to say? There’s a big room for improvements in my teaching. Although teachers can try to say that they know their classes better than anyone, sometimes it takes one with more experience to notice things that you do not see. Hence, this brings me back to a fact. Mentors in school are not there to smile at you all day long. They are superiors in knowledge and experience in handling lessons in that particular environment. Teachers are also like peach tree. The longer it stands, the sweeter the fruits can be. More wisdoms are stored, more techniques that can be used. I decided that for the next time, it is best to check with them about my lesson plans. Not only I can see how a lesson plan can be developed realistically, but also the techniques that can be used to cater to the students of the levels that they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulsar-optical.co.uk/images/products/main/STELLAROBSQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.pulsar-optical.co.uk/images/products/main/STELLAROBSQ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I also volunteered to become the supervising teacher for the first bus to take students from the school to a stadium in Selayang for the school’s Sports Day. Before 6.15 a.m., I was there at the school to get ready for everything. However, to handle 50 students can be really tough, especially when there are cases students who want to run away from going to the stadium. As for me who went with the first bus, other teachers asked my help to bring all sort of things. I agreed to that, and found myself in complete chaotic situation. I had to manage 50 student to get onto the bus, gave them the coupons for their meal and lucky draws, carrying boxes with drinking water and poles for the banners. Then, I realized that I do have friends that I can disperse the tasks. We need to be smart as well when it comes to accepting the tasks. After all, when a work is done collaboratively, it will be completed sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"&gt;The longer I stay in the school, the more love I have in this profession. This is because, I am getting more accustomed to the students and they are able to work well with me, well, for some cases. There is still a class which I could not handle well, due to their inattentive behaviour. I am the kind of a teacher that does not like to scold others, because I deemed that they heard that a lot more and I would like to change their perspective on learning, not basing on fear itself. However, to change this class response to me, may take some time. I shall try different methods with them later.&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/2433146832341765809-8005928940113955076?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8005928940113955076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8005928940113955076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8005928940113955076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8005928940113955076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-reflection-practicum-week-03-12.html' title='Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 03-12)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-4721475293919651064</id><published>2011-08-16T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:25:15.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 02-12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I felt like I have known the school a lot better these days. I know my directions already (well, the school is big but the numbers of classes are small with 590 students). The teachers are even much friendlier nowadays. Sometimes we joke about the fight between the Sports House (by the way, I’m in Topaz House, yellow colour), or share the troubles we had for our classes. It made me realize that, if there are no spaces or chances for such sharing, teachers would be totally burned with the pressure of teaching. I need to be realistic in my view of teaching as I don’t believe it is all rainbows in our lives. Sometimes, I faced difficulties in the classroom. Students do not understand me, students causing behavioural problem, and many other problems. By sharing this dilemma with other teachers who are more experienced with the school and ways to teach, they can provide me with the necessary help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, I also realized that it is not fair to only blame the students. I had to look into my own teaching too. I realized sometimes I have high expectation for the students, and my lessons are tailored to meet that end. For this matter, I always look for solutions to deal with my own problem. I noticed that by using materials from the textbook can be hard for the students. Therefore, I took the initiative to look into authentic materials from the Internet or newspaper clippings. Nevertheless, the result is the same. Then, I realized that the main problem is not of the material, but the level of it. I started to summarize the articles I found, and simplify the languages in it for the students to understand. The main problems as I saw within the students are the lack of vocabulary. Therefore, in every lesson, I tried to list down some of the vocabularies for students to understand it first. A vocabulary-advocate teacher would firstly eliminate the vocabulary problem before students engage the text to minimize comprehension level, and I agree to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbATycbsO68/SJfzqa7qzRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0TTeHKAgsFE/s1600/caning_LARGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbATycbsO68/SJfzqa7qzRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0TTeHKAgsFE/s400/caning_LARGE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some suggested me to bring a cane to scare the students, but it is against my belief to rule the students by fear. I found that students, especially the boys, are much more resilient towards physical punishment. It is dangerous to fight fire with fire. It is at this crucial stage for teenagers that they are prone towards peer influence and fighting to express their own views. I tried to blend in with the students to understand them better, and I think it works in few cases where students who usually cause problems in the class are now starting to pay attention in my class (although the attention span might be shorter than I expected). Hence, I believe that one day, students will be able to change themselves, by the mean of changing myself to adapt to the students’ level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will next week hold for me? Every day is a new day, a new challenge. With that notion, I must be ready myself physically and mentally.&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/2433146832341765809-4721475293919651064?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4721475293919651064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=4721475293919651064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4721475293919651064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4721475293919651064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-reflection-practicum-week-02-12.html' title='Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 02-12)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbATycbsO68/SJfzqa7qzRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0TTeHKAgsFE/s72-c/caning_LARGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1885176424393406445</id><published>2011-08-16T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:25:26.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 01-12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week saw me doing nothing much in the school and classroom, except that to get to know how the school works, location of the classrooms, who are English subject teachers, where can I use the photocopy service, and much more. Being in the school is, to me, nostalgia to me. I saw how the students in the school are running around and acting in all kinds of behaviours. Then I realized that we as educators have a very pertinent role in lighting the spark for the students to pursue the highest possible dream for them. I know that the students’ socio-economic status in the surrounding area of the school is either low or middle-income, but I do not see it as a hindrance for them to look even further into the future. I believe it is my call as a teacher, to facilitate them to that path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also learnt that it is important to develop professional relationship with other teachers in the school. This does not limit to only teachers from the same subject that we are going to teach. I found it relaxing and conforming to know that other teachers are also facing the same situation like me. Being not alone and sharing the same gain and pain, that is when unity can be formed. If a colleague is not happy with you, I bet that many undesired things can occur and jeopardized myself. The best path is to be nice to everyone in the school. In this way, I noticed that other teachers are also being nice to me and they do share a lot of stories about the school, which in the end, provide us with much meaningful information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It cannot be doubted that as a teacher, the task does not only come with teaching alone. Being an educator in the school, I found out that we are also disciplinary enforcer, and a role model for the students. I also believe that by providing students with good moral support, they will be able to become a better person who can function well in the society. As I recall in one of my class, when I asked the students of what they will do when they become rich, most of them answered to either donate to orphanage or bring their parents to perform Hajj. These are noble intentions, and I sincerely respect them for having that ambition. I also praised them and encouraged them to do that in the future, since they are always people who are living in a much poorer condition compared to us. In addition, being a role model also means that we have to portray ourselves as a person with high integrity and respectful of time. I suppose this is true especially when we are about to enter into the classroom. I made a habit of myself to come to the class 5 minutes earlier so I can immediately enter the class when my teaching period comes. This way, I will also be able to ensure the safety of students in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a teacher also means that we are bound to clerical task such as keeping attendance of the students, and organizing co-curricular activities for the school. I had been given a chance to lead two ‘dances’ (Poco-Poco and Chicken Dance) during the 1Murid 1Sukan launching on last Saturday. I believe that through this event, I will be able to better known to the students and other teachers that, I am a ‘can-do’ person. I believe that these exposures will make a teacher not only a teacher, but a wholesome educator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkbatman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/poco-poco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://darkbatman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/poco-poco.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-1885176424393406445?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1885176424393406445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1885176424393406445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1885176424393406445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1885176424393406445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-reflection-practicum-week-01-12.html' title='Weekly Reflection Practicum (Week 01-12)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6817269913505910802</id><published>2011-08-16T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:56:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 199 - My Reflection For My Practicum Session</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep something alive for this blog, I shall now post every single reflections that I wrote for each week. It is now the six weeks. Hopefully, you may find the reflection entertaining, and also beneficial. Hopefully, you will also share out your experiences too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6817269913505910802?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6817269913505910802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6817269913505910802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6817269913505910802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6817269913505910802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/entry-199-my-reflection-for-my.html' title='Entry 199 - My Reflection For My Practicum Session'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7535707073235039328</id><published>2011-06-26T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:25:50.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kembali Blogging'/><title type='text'>Entry 198 - Off to School (Practicum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, I left my habit of writing. God knows how many things had&amp;nbsp;occurred, and what I had forgotten. I need to start back writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This coming Monday, I will be going to a secondary school for my practicum session for three months. God knows how unprepared I am. Yes, my lips can say out that I'm eager to go to school. Truth been said, I wish I can still continue learning. I hope the work can be postponed, better yet, not working at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, let's get back to reality. No work, no money. No money, how would I fund my own self for things that I like? Camera accessories, comic books, games, movies, and others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. I wish I have the resolve to go to the school. Meet up the students. Win their hearts. Perform well. Respected by others. Be confident. Write good lesson plan. The thought of being called 'Sir Khirol' is funny, though. "Sir Khirol, Sir, can you check my essay?" Hahaha! I seriously doubt the students will be looking for me instead. Another frightening thought was that, being an English teacher, I may make mistakes with my grammars or vocabulary. Believe me, an English teacher making a language mistake will definitely looked down by others. "Oversea graduate but still doing mistakes? That's a joke". Oh yeah, trust me, that is one hell of a problem I wish I would not make. Who knows, even in this entry, I had made multiple errors already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my friends would definitely have been working already. Some are directors, entrepreneurs, businessmen, engineers, doctors, et cetera. I am going to be a teacher. An English teacher. Yes, I'm proud to say that. Because the most noblest profession would teaching. Because what a teacher will do is delivering knowledge and shaping up the children to be better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Help me to go through these moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strengthen my heart and soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guide me to become the best of what I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And include me within your Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am required to write reflections after each day and week, perhaps I will share it here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD LUCK TO MYSELF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please enjoy the recent photos I took at Dataran Merdeka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v5H7ICb40E/TgY0wlzaFGI/AAAAAAAAWms/p1p5V8PUE88/s1600/_DSC1917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v5H7ICb40E/TgY0wlzaFGI/AAAAAAAAWms/p1p5V8PUE88/s400/_DSC1917.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BQfVqPtmEw/TgY0-fWjxLI/AAAAAAAAWmw/HBZMbeu-iBc/s1600/_DSC1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BQfVqPtmEw/TgY0-fWjxLI/AAAAAAAAWmw/HBZMbeu-iBc/s400/_DSC1920.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm8JAkX7d78/TgY1V3vyXAI/AAAAAAAAWm0/7CF4ymh4PLw/s1600/_DSC1926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm8JAkX7d78/TgY1V3vyXAI/AAAAAAAAWm0/7CF4ymh4PLw/s400/_DSC1926.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pFk7_3BBpE/TgY1lTZ3KBI/AAAAAAAAWm4/yRuztN-Jmzk/s1600/_DSC1928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pFk7_3BBpE/TgY1lTZ3KBI/AAAAAAAAWm4/yRuztN-Jmzk/s400/_DSC1928.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7535707073235039328?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7535707073235039328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7535707073235039328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7535707073235039328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7535707073235039328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/entry-198-off-to-school-practicum.html' title='Entry 198 - Off to School (Practicum)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v5H7ICb40E/TgY0wlzaFGI/AAAAAAAAWms/p1p5V8PUE88/s72-c/_DSC1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-831646475801101882</id><published>2011-05-16T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:07:33.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Entry 197 - Penat Mata, Telinga, dan Hati Dengan Keadaan Sekarang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak balik ke Malaysia (mengada-ngada rasanya), mata, telinga, dan hati aku dah naik sakit. Dulu masa aku duk dekat Wellington, sikit ja masa aku luangkan ntuk tahu apa jadi kat Malaysia. Telefon mak aku, tanya macam-macam, buka paper, itu ini la. Tenang ja masa tu sebab mak aku pesan, jangan risau sangat pasal apa jadi kat rumah (termasuk la Malaysia). Jadi mesti la aku enjoy gila-gila kan tanpa rasa risau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi bila dah balik, buka TV cerita ni cerita tu, buka newspapers ini itu, buka tenet tengok blog pulak adui, lagi la sakan. Semua bagi sakit mata, telinga, dan hati ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirostokinger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/my_politic_slogan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://mirostokinger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/my_politic_slogan1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macam ni je rasanya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Politik la penyebabnya. Adui, sejarah politik di Malaysia ni tak pernah cerah. Berwarna-warna. Coraknya pulak, adui, tak lawa. Sebab tu sakit mata. Kenapa? Cuba la korang tengok bila bab sokong parti politik. Tak kisah la dari pihak kerajaan takpun pembangkang. Dua-dua sama ja. Semua nak menegakkan parti sendiri, sampai tak sedar diri. Kalau tengok politik sekarang, penyokong-penyokong parti dah jadi satu perangai, menDEWAkan pemimpin-pemimpin diorang. Adui, terfikir balik, ada sifat maksum ke dekat manusia macam kita ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku juga kecewa bila baca-baca blog-blog yang ditulis orang pasal parti diorang. Sampai dipanggil 'pecacai, setan, lahanat, penjilat jubor, pencuri' dan macam-macam lagi cacian. Aduhai dua-dua belah, sapa kamu nak maki orang macam tu? Macam dah hilang adab ja. Mana agama kamu, bila kamu yang memperjuangkan ke arah agama? Mana perjuangan bangsa kamu, bila kamu lupakan adab dalam berbicara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hati pun sakit, bila dah tengok dunia politik Malaysia dicemari dengan ragam-ragam kotor. Mana taknya, kalau dulu hanya politik dalam menaikkan nama, sekarang politik menjatuhkan nama. Semua orang buat salah, dia yang betul. Semua orang buat kemajuan, tapi dikata tak cukup. Semua orang nak keadilan, tapi dikata perancang konspirasi. Sapa betul sapa salah sekarang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/office-politic-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/office-politic-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tarik kiri kanan la korang. Yang sakitnya kat tengah-tengah tu terimpit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak akan ada. Kenapa? Sebab politik menjanjikan ruang kuasa yang besar. Sapa tak suka duduk atas? Tak payah risau cakap kita salah ke tak, orang akan jawab 'ya' ja. Yang dah tua berumur bercucu pun masih nak mengejar politik. Bila penyokong satu parti membidas pemimpin lain dengan isu tua nyanyuk buat keputusan tak tau, tak sedar ka yang pemimpin diorang jugak dah mula tua meroyan tak sedar-sedar diri? Tapi itulah, aku dah tengok dan dengar serta merasa, bila kita tua pun, kuasa jugak yang nak dikejar. Nak duduk yang teratas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resume.officialtips.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/office-politics-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://resume.officialtips.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/office-politics-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sapa yang akan memijak sapa nanti?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita boleh la mengata kat orang lain sesedap mulut. Kita boleh bersumpah macam-macam. Kita boleh guna lawyer hebat-hebat. Tapi tak mengapa, kita semua akan masuk mahkamah satu masa nanti. Sebelum kita lahir, semasa kita hidup, dan selepas kita mati, dah ada tertulis riwayat kita dah. Pencatit rekod pun ada. Neraca timbang pun dah ada. Dan 'hakim besar' dah ada dengan bahan bukti. Tunggu nak ke penjara, atau bebas ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tau, kalau yang ekstrimis dalam menyokong parti kegemaran diorang sendiri, mesti tak puas hati aku tulis apa. Aku tulis sebab, aku jenis atas pagar. Aku tak suka dengan politik Malaysia. Dua-dua belah sama ja tak elok. Tapi aku tak nafikan, ada yang elok. Tapi yang tak elok tu melampaui dari yang elok. Tunggu masa ja nak tengok apa akan jadi kat Malaysia nanti. Aduhai rakyat, kita jugak yang merana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila nak tenang dan aman yer? Penat dah tengok benda-benda macam ni. Lemas. Aku jarang cakap pasal politik sebab aku memang tak suka, dan aku lagi suka bersifat sederhana. Dan aku tau nanti ada ja orang nak tulis pasal kenapa perlu politik, kenapa parti diorang kena menang, kenapa pemimpin diorang lebih bagus. Dan, aku tak kisah. Sebab aku dari awal lagi dah rasa lemas. Aku nak tenangkan minda. White Coffee la gayanya sambil layan movie apa-apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-831646475801101882?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/831646475801101882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=831646475801101882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/831646475801101882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/831646475801101882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-197-penat-mata-telinga-dan-hati.html' title='Entry 197 - Penat Mata, Telinga, dan Hati Dengan Keadaan Sekarang'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-619786139450598684</id><published>2011-05-14T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:18:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 196 - New Blog For Photography</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog. Wait, up until now, I have few blogs now. Can't remember other blogs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take your time to visit my newly created blog, entitled "&lt;b&gt;A Photoblog: Can't Decide Its Name Yet&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://eyes4world.wordpress.com/"&gt;link to the blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please subscribe to the blog by clicking whatever on the page that indicates 'subscribe'. I'm not yet used to Wordpress, but felt that it would provide a fresh experience in using other blogging service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread it around! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-619786139450598684?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/619786139450598684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=619786139450598684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/619786139450598684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/619786139450598684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-196-new-blog-for-photography.html' title='Entry 196 - New Blog For Photography'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-9116641330042885321</id><published>2011-05-12T04:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:40:12.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Entry 195 - Photos Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that I didn't put up lots of photos for others to see. I know I'm not a good photographer, but I supposed that comments and critics are what make photographer grows, right? Below are some of the photos that I captured. Do view it and give your comment/critics. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Cue8sxHk0/Tcrq9HNGtnI/AAAAAAAAWlM/G19QZtw8YR4/s1600/Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Cue8sxHk0/Tcrq9HNGtnI/AAAAAAAAWlM/G19QZtw8YR4/s400/Blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My workspace during assignments period.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VnPU93uk7c/TcrrQcVJB3I/AAAAAAAAWlQ/WAoP7sIBGiA/s1600/Blog-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VnPU93uk7c/TcrrQcVJB3I/AAAAAAAAWlQ/WAoP7sIBGiA/s400/Blog-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of IPG KBA Main Hall. From left to right: Danny, Pavi, Aizat, &amp;amp; Zam.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcK71kewVKc/TcrraQve3JI/AAAAAAAAWlU/ApvOka_ccno/s1600/Blog-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcK71kewVKc/TcrraQve3JI/AAAAAAAAWlU/ApvOka_ccno/s400/Blog-3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell for Mr. Tahir.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT2hK2dU6Qg/Tcrry-Qc3eI/AAAAAAAAWlY/fw1_N2UihMw/s1600/Blog-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT2hK2dU6Qg/Tcrry-Qc3eI/AAAAAAAAWlY/fw1_N2UihMw/s400/Blog-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salute towards Mr. Tahir. From left to right: Anaqi, Azar, &amp;amp; Zam.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ekGg7uYSE4/Tcrr83iMt2I/AAAAAAAAWlc/s-88a4E2SAs/s1600/Blog-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ekGg7uYSE4/Tcrr83iMt2I/AAAAAAAAWlc/s-88a4E2SAs/s400/Blog-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A kitten by the staircase.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2InTq0EnFFw/TcrsLKLTZVI/AAAAAAAAWlg/23iwsslEPHk/s1600/Blog-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2InTq0EnFFw/TcrsLKLTZVI/AAAAAAAAWlg/23iwsslEPHk/s400/Blog-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look of innocence.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxqs2AZQxm4/TcrsVrBViCI/AAAAAAAAWlk/Agnw1WwgfxY/s1600/Blog-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxqs2AZQxm4/TcrsVrBViCI/AAAAAAAAWlk/Agnw1WwgfxY/s400/Blog-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sushi King's tea cup.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXE_uCWcko4/TcrsnEVRMCI/AAAAAAAAWlo/KtOn7Xe_PoY/s1600/Blog-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXE_uCWcko4/TcrsnEVRMCI/AAAAAAAAWlo/KtOn7Xe_PoY/s400/Blog-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside of Midvalley City.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlTvMZ7rqlM/TcrtGyNeuMI/AAAAAAAAWls/W4uehYsx2EY/s1600/Blog-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlTvMZ7rqlM/TcrtGyNeuMI/AAAAAAAAWls/W4uehYsx2EY/s400/Blog-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flower pot in a 'cage'.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx1JV6s1pGY/TcrtQgYSsKI/AAAAAAAAWlw/RXq-H6sXW4Q/s1600/Blog-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx1JV6s1pGY/TcrtQgYSsKI/AAAAAAAAWlw/RXq-H6sXW4Q/s400/Blog-10.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little bird perch inside ring of roses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HSzHWVC3hc/TcrtaZTOIPI/AAAAAAAAWl0/pbqzPJCce0w/s1600/Blog-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HSzHWVC3hc/TcrtaZTOIPI/AAAAAAAAWl0/pbqzPJCce0w/s400/Blog-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowery ornaments.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. There's a lot more to come, but I need to sleep for now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-9116641330042885321?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9116641330042885321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=9116641330042885321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/9116641330042885321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/9116641330042885321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-195-photos-showcase.html' title='Entry 195 - Photos Showcase'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Cue8sxHk0/Tcrq9HNGtnI/AAAAAAAAWlM/G19QZtw8YR4/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5484494388232886980</id><published>2011-05-11T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:28:04.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teguran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kembali Blogging'/><title type='text'>Entry 194 - Aku Pelik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YALdM3Z_nP8/TcmnX4wdq4I/AAAAAAAAWlI/kFxRt7w3qzE/s1600/vat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YALdM3Z_nP8/TcmnX4wdq4I/AAAAAAAAWlI/kFxRt7w3qzE/s400/vat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kancah politik tak pernah reda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isu rakyat entah ke mana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang dijuangkan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diri mereka atau kita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pemimpin rakyat dipuja-puja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Memuja lebih dari memuja Tuhan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa, manusia tu tak pernah berdosa?&lt;br /&gt;Sedarlah, sifat maksum tu hanya pada Nabi saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila mat rempit naik gila bila dikata-kata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah diberi litar lumba, baju lumba, segala lumba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suka jugak kepada lumba yang haram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa, benda-benda haram ni memang menyeronokkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kereta-kereta berlampu putih di jalanan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat sakit mata kena suluh dek nya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tinted hitam gelap tak nampak dalam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa agaknya yang jadi dalam kereta tu ye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang milik ilmu agama hanya mahir di mulut sahaja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berbincang dalam kelompok pasal nak ubah dunia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi depan orang lain senyap ja rasanya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanya kata-kata perlian saja yang kedengaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudung sekarang bukan fungsinya tutup aurat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trend kena ikut, fesyen kena jaga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi tetap terbojol sana-sini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apalah gunanya tudung tu kini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu dah ada elok-elok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dipendekkan tu dah satu hal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dicampur aduk Bahasa Inggeris satu hal juga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Skung kaw bleh far-hump akew ke x?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pelik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ni taklah tinggi ilmu di dada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak bandingkan diri dengan yang lain jauh sekali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mulut aku memang aku tau suka mengata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kekadang yang lain pun apa kurangnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-5484494388232886980?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5484494388232886980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5484494388232886980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5484494388232886980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5484494388232886980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-194-aku-pelik.html' title='Entry 194 - Aku Pelik'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YALdM3Z_nP8/TcmnX4wdq4I/AAAAAAAAWlI/kFxRt7w3qzE/s72-c/vat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8938417678450147519</id><published>2011-04-24T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:28:36.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Entry 193 - Tempat Parking: Kurang Berhemahnya Pemandu-Pemandu Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa, dah banyak kali dah tajuk macam ni ada dekat suratkhabar, tv, takpun blog macam aku ni. Entah-entah ada research pasal ni kan? Kenapa aku pilih ni sebagai tajuk aku, terutamanya pada pukul 3.45 pagi? Disebabkan aku terbangun dari tidur, dengan mimpi masalah ni. Tu dia, ilham datang, terus bangun buka laptop masuk blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk memudahkan korang nak mendalami tajuk ni, aku nak gunakan pengalaman aku. Alkisahnya begini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak ingat la bila jadi kejadian ni, tapi yang penting lokasinya di Midvalley, pukul 3 petang. Entah kenapa, jalan nak ke Midvalley sesak. Mungkin ada sale kot? Elok nak sampai pintu masuk parking, ada papan tanda digital yang tunjuk berapa tempat parking yang available. Semua zon tak ada parking pukul 3 tu. Tapi disebabkan nak jugak masuk Midvalley yang dah jadi macam kedai runcit untuk aku, masuk jugak la dengan harapan nanti ada ja orang keluar dari situ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Betul la tempat parking tak ada dalam Midvalley. Sampaikan mesin bagi tiket dekat gate awal-awal pun habis tiket. Bila dah masuk, aku dah perasan, banyak sangat kereta dalam tu. Merata-rata kereta. Tapi tempat parking tak ada jugak. Kadang-kadang, bila ada orang keluar dari tempat bayar parking tu, terus diorang pergi kereta sendiri dengan cepatnya. Sampai tak sempat nak tengok mana keretanya. Tapi tak putus asa jugak la sebab tau, kalau kita sabar, Tuhan akan balas dengan eloknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15 minit kemudian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haish, kenapa tak ada lagi ni? Tak apa la, round-round sikit tengok. Dari South Court ke Center Court, tak ada jugak open spot. Bila ada open spot, orang lain ambik dulu. Kadang-kadang rezeki parking tak ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30 minit kemudian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mulut mula dah la nak mencarut-carut. Aiya, apahal suka sangat duduk dalam Midvalley lama-lama sangat ni? Ni time keja, kenapa ramai sangat orang macam tak keja? Aku takpa la, student lagi :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 jam kemudian....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam haram dalam parking dekat sini. Semua tak ada tempat. Selalunya aku tak sempat atau terlepas tempat parking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kejap, kenapa tajuk kurang berhemah? Ha, ni sebabnya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masalah besar yang aku perasan dari orang yang dah habis keluar dari tempat bayar parking adalah, bila diorang habis bayar ja, terus jalan ke kereta diorang. Apa yang salahnya dengan tu? Tak salah pun, tapi bagi aku menyampah ja. Sebab dah tengok ramai sangat orang dalam tu nak cari parking, apa salahnya tolong tunjukkan tempat diorang parking dekat aku ka pemandu-pemandu lain yang tengah cari parking tu. Senang la nak cari parking cepat-cepat. Ni tak, dekat sejam aku cari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila tempat parking tu ada jalan yang one way sahaja, ada ja kereta main bantai sebab terdesak sangat. Mentang-mentang la ada orang nak keluar dari tempat parking, jalan sehala pun diorang tak kisah, men hentam ja. Aku marah sebab patutnya, kalau aku yang duduk atas jalan tu, aku akan dapat first order dulu untuk parking situ. Disebabkan ada yang laju ja main masuk dalam jalan tu, terus bikin jam dalam tempat parking. Yang bodohnya, kereta-kereta lain pun ikut sekali. Last-last, jalan jam macam bangang. Aku siap tunjuk-tunjuk muka marah dekat orang. Siap tunjuk-tunjuk tangan dekat pemandu yang tak faham simbol jangan masuk tu. Nasib baik bukan keluar middle finger ja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku tau parking memang susah, tapi jangan susahkan orang dengan parking dekat selekoh jalan. Tempat parking tu kecik ja. Bila parking dekat situ, kadang-kadang kereta tak lepas. Bila tak lepas, mula la kereta-kereta belakang main hon ja. Ingat aku suka ka terlekat bodoh-bodoh dekat situ. Kepala otak nak pikir senangkan diri ja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, dengan masalah no 3 ni, aku terpinga-pinga. Mana pakguard semua? Mana orang yang lock tayar ni? Bukan main ada notis jangan parking di tempat tak boleh parking. Ha, lock je la tayar diorang. Dapat duit banyak lagi kan? Nak buka lock tayar tu dekat RM100 dah. Apasal tak lock? Kalau dah kuatkuasa undang-undang macam tu dan laksanakan, tak ada la orang berani nak parking macam haram.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ni masalah yang aku tengok semua orang selalu buat, terutamanya yang dah lanjut usia. Bila datang Midvalley, tempat shopping yang besar dengan parking yang luas, ingat la tempat parking tu dekat mana. Aku dah tengok 4,5 kes orang keluar parking, duk tunjuk tangan sana-sini. Cari mencari tak jumpa. Macam aku yang tengah cari parking, mesti la akan ikut diorang kan? Tiba-tiba patah balik pulak diorang ni sebab salah tempat. Lepas tu dapat dekat pemandu-pemandu lain pulak yang datang lambat dari aku lagi. Ini tak adil. Aku spend masa lama lagi dari diorang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parking belakang atau depan kereta orang. Ha, yang ni memang otai habis. Desperate sangat nak dating dengan awek sendiri ka sampai tak larat cari parking, lepas tu parking bagi menyusahkan orang lain nak keluar pulak. Bodoh. Aku taknak discuss pasal hal ni, sebab diorang yang buat macam ni memang celaka pentingkan diri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, ni ja yang aku boleh pikir. Sebenarnya banyak lagi benda yang jadi dalam tempat parking ni, tapi biar je la aku lepaskan stress pikir benda ni dengan tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapa setuju, click Like button. Aku tau ramai yang pernah hadapi masalah ni. Tapi aku harap, kalau ada yang buat macam ni, ubahlah perangai. Sudah-sudah la bagi orang lain teranaiya. Tolong jugak la pemandu lain cari tempat parking sebab diorang pun masuk nak beli barang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8938417678450147519?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8938417678450147519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8938417678450147519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8938417678450147519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8938417678450147519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-193-tempat-parking-kurang.html' title='Entry 193 - Tempat Parking: Kurang Berhemahnya Pemandu-Pemandu Kita'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1079288537051299679</id><published>2011-04-21T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:28:58.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cohort 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kembali Blogging'/><title type='text'>Entry 192 - AKU SANGAT STRESS DENGAN ASRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dah lama aku tak menulis dalam blog. Sebab apa? Sebab assignment bertimbun-timbun. Semua orang yang tengok aku buat assignment, walaupun ada yang dalam dua, tiga hari sebelum hantar mesti cakap, “Ala, Khirol selalu tulis blog, mesti kejap jer dia buat assignment”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahaha kalau la assignment ni macam tulis blog, sah-sah aku akan jadi rajin. Tapi malangnya dunia akademik takkan tengok performance kita dari segi merapu-meraban sebegini hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tapi, hari ni aku bukan nak cakap pasal assignment aku. Yer, sekarang aku dah tak ada assignment. Mestilah kena kecoh sikit kan? Tapi isu aku hari ni adalah, jeng jeng jeng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IPG KAMPUS BAHASA ANTARABANGSA&lt;br /&gt;Lembah Pantai, 59200 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMO&lt;br /&gt;Kepada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketua Jabatan Hal Ehwal Pelajar&lt;br /&gt;Ketua Warden&lt;br /&gt;Rujukan : IPBA/T/14/100/93 Jld.4( 60 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh : 20/4/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada: Timbalan Pengarah&lt;br /&gt;s.k. : Pengarah&lt;br /&gt;semua KJ/KU&lt;br /&gt;Fail Timbul&lt;br /&gt;Perkara: PEMBERHENTIAN KEMUDAHAN PENGINAPAN DI KOLEJ KEDIAMAN IPG KBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan segala hormatnya perkara yang tersebut di atas adalah dirujuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Adalah dimaklumkan bahawa IPG KBA tidak dapat menyediakan kemudahan&lt;br /&gt;penginapan pada semester kedua 2011 untuk kumpulan pelajar berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) B. ED. TESL Kohot 5 Ambilan Julai 2006&lt;br /&gt;-129 orang&lt;br /&gt;b) PISMP Kajian Sosial Ambilan Januari&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 21 orang&lt;br /&gt;c) PISMP Kajian Sosial Ambilan Januari 2009&lt;br /&gt;- 43 orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pemberhentian kemudahan ini adalah disebabkan IPG KBA menghadapi kekurangan&lt;br /&gt;tempat penginapan kerana kemasukan pelajar baharu bagi Ambilan Jun 2011&lt;br /&gt;dianggarkan seramai 250 orang. Walaubagaimana pun, pelajar-pelajar yang terlibat&lt;br /&gt;boleh membuat permohonan kemudahan penginapan atas sebab-sebab tertentu dan&lt;br /&gt;permohonan ini hanya dipertimbangkan sekiranya terdapat kekosongan kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kerjasama tuan/puan dipohon untuk memaklumkan perkara ini kepada&lt;br /&gt;pelajar-pelajar yang terlibat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbalan Pengarah&lt;br /&gt;IPG KBA&lt;br /&gt;- ext 126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/s: Nama-nama dipadam sebab malas nanti ada yang syok google nama sendiri, jumpa benda ni hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, dah baca? Aku kasik warna merah sikit biar nampak kat orang lain. Eh, aku marah ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh mana ada. Aku seronok aih. Memang baguih pun kena &lt;strike&gt;halau&lt;/strike&gt; keluar dari asrama sini. Kenapa baguih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asrama ni memang buruk nak mampus. Leaking sana sini, toilet macam naik kulat, tu pun sanggup lagi nak guna. Awal-awal dulu aku siap beli pencuci buang kulat dan bagi hilang kuman, tu pun tak berkesan. Tapi kalau aku guna duit aku nak bersihkan bilik, nak cuci sana sini, ada diorang nak ganti duit aku? YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lif rosak selalu sangat. Kadang-kadang dah penat tengok lif rosak. Aku tak kisah sangat la sebab aku tingkat 3. Panjat tangga ja. Yang duduk atas-atas sampai ke tingkat 7 tu? Kurus-kurus belaka semua tu. Tapi dicakapnya, sekarang ni IPBA dah ada kontraktor yang akan datang repair bila ada kerosakan sebab diorang ada sistem untuk monitor lif. YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dulu isu pak guard curi mesin basuh, la ni mesin basuh rosak kat blok aku. Bila nak guna yang blok 2 yang bukannya blok pelajar sebab disewa untuk kursus cikgu-cikgu bahasa Inggeris yang bertauliah, kena marah pulak. Habis tu mana mau basuh? Basuh tangan selalu? Mak ai, sakit belakang aku macam tu. Suruh pulak kami basuh dekat blok 4, tapi macam la boleh dapat selalu sebab kena rebut. Boleh kurus ke cuci pakai tangan? YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet tak provide. Semua sendiri-sendiri. Masalahnya, kalau dapat guna Internet yang IPBA bagi, limitation dia adalah FB dengan YouTube tak boleh guna. C'mon la, takkan teruk sangat benda tu macam tak bagi kami belajar? Dekat luar negara, benda tu dah jadi platform untuk cikgu-cikgu guna untuk mengajar. Guna internet nanti kami tak belajar instead buat benda tak berfaedah. YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buat pertama kali aku dengar, setiap semester kena tukar blok. Gila ka apa? Aku dah sedap-sedap duduk bilik aku, lepas tu nak halau. Kalau nak halau pun, tak boleh tinggal barang dekat hall block. Takkan la aku nak angkut semua benda balik Kedah macam tu. Yang duduk Sabah Sarawak macam mana? Garage sale? YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parking limited. Bab ni aku taknak cakap la, penat dah dulu masa awal-awal masuk IPBA, masa deal dengan HEP dan pejabat. Kejap kena direct sana, kejap kena direct sini. Lepas bagi borang nak minta bawak kereta, berminggu-minggu tak ada respons. Last-last, keluar notis cakap kena ada kuota pulak. Yang bestnya, masa keluar kuota tu, bukan main diorang cakap, budak foundation, Year 1 tak payah bawak kereta. Yang aku tengok berlambak-lambak kereta sekarang diorang la. Jaki kat junior? Tak. Tak jaki pun. Marah kat admin ja sebab cakap tak serupa bikin. Dicakapnya sebab nak bagi sama rata semua orang boleh bawa kereta. YE LA TU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, kan nampak sebabnya kenapa aku suka sangat kena keluar dari asrama IPBA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sebelum aku nak cakap aku suka duduk luar, aku nak jugak nyatakan suara hati aku, dan aku rasa, aku menyuarakan suara hati yang lain-lain jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau dah tau 'projection'&amp;nbsp; bilangan pelajar yang akan masuk asrama nanti melebihi kapasiti, awal-awal lagi sebelum kami nak balik asrama tu, tak payah jemput kami masuk balik. Terus keluar notis suruh duduk luar. Yang rajin sangat kejar kami isi borang penempatan awal-awal tu wat apa? Suruh isi, lepas tu tendang. Mula-mula aku kagum sebab pandai diorang guna Google Spreadsheet untuk buat database pelajar yang menetap di asrama, sekarang aku benci. Sebab sia-sia ja dibuat, bila nak suruh keluar. Tak guna ada data macam tu dah. Aku duduk asrama ni pun, tak lama. Dari foundation, Year 1, dan sekarang. Compare dengan kawan-kawan aku yang lain?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apa perasaan diorang yer kalau anak diorang kena cari rumah dekat KL dengan elaun yang tak seberapa? Ingat cukup ka? Dengan RM 600+ ja, ingat boleh dapat rumah sewa ka? Nak dapat RM500 pun sakit. Kalau dapat rumah RM500, maksudnya, yang RM100 tu duit makan. Cukup ka RM100 tu? Tambah-tambah KL? Nak sediakan bahan-bahan mengajar lagi? Duit transport lagi? Pokai la duit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ni dah bulan 4. Praktikum aku nanti bulan 6. Ada ka orang nak bagi sewa rumah untuk tempoh 5-6 bulan? Ada jugak ka yang nak bagi satu rumah duduk 10 orang lebih? Kalau ada pun, ada ka slot nak parking kereta ka motor banyak-banyak?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenapa diorang takmau pindahkan budak-budak aku masuk blok 3 yang dah dikosongkan sebab masalah blok dengan air tak ada? Rasanya sebab ni. Bila IPBA bagi budak-budak duduk blok tu, maksudnya, it's liveable. Boleh didiami. Jadi tuntutan duit untuk membaiki blok tidak akan diberi sebab budak-budak still boleh duduk lagi. Jadi langkah efektif untuk ensure dapat duit, adalah keluarkan kami.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau keluarkan kami jang berjumlah 193 orang, macam mana nak menampung yang 250 nak masuk tu nanti? Tak settle problem jugak. Nanti dikeluarnya notis bagitau, sapa-sapa yang nak duduk luar, digalakkan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Even hantar petition pun, aku dah agak dah, takkan ada efek. Suara pelajar didengar? Tak mungkin. Bagi cadangan pun berjela-jela, tak ada kesan. Boleh dipertimbangkan balik kalau buat rayuan? Macam mana kalau 193 minta duduk dalam? Nak pilih mana satu? Pilih yang dikasihi ke? Adil tak?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila kami minta duduk ramai-ramai dalam satu rumah, biar penuh sampai 20 orang, tak boleh jugak. Sebab ni institut, kena la bagi budak-budak duduk dengan selesa. Masalahnya diorang jugak la cakap, nanti bila kami dah pegi sekolah, kena la belajar sesuaikan diri dengan macam-macam keadaan rumah yang tak selesa. Ni la kami tengah buat, duduk dalam keadaan tak selesa. Ada aku complaint? Kami jugak minta duduk macam dalam tin sardin. Dan aku nak tambah lagi, adakah selesa tempat ni? Tak pun. Maktab bainun pun aku masa pegi dulu2, sebilik dua orang. Selesa lagi dari bilik aku.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polisi pelajar Foundation dan Year 1 kena menetap dalam asrama. Kalau macam tu, bila ada yang minta duduk luar dulu, kenapa tak bagi? Sebab dalam peraturan kediaman institut pendidikan guru mengatakan semua pelajar wajib mendiami di asrama yang disediakan? Sekarang ni entah mana datang, ada polisi macam tu pulak. Aku tak pernah la tengok lagi surat pekeliling yang sebut macam tu, tapi bila dah ada polisi macam tu, tak bercanggah ka dengan peraturan asal?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masalah yang diorang buat, pandai ja cakap dengan kami dalam cara yang berlapis-lapis elok indahnya bahasa, tapi bila masalah kami, aku jarang pulak mendengar ada yang settle. Masalah ni takkan settle. Diorang tak fikir ke, apa yang diorang buat ni dah namanya anaiya. Kena kat anak sendiri baru diorang bising. Wait, maybe tak bising. Sebab duit banyak, boleh cover anak duduk rumah mahal-mahal. Mak bapak aku pencen dah, mana boleh nak bayar rumah mahal-mahal. Wait, RM500 tu tak mahal kot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alasan paling best sekali masa nak keluarkan kitorang adalah, supaya kami dapat duduk rumah dekat dengan sekolah masa praktikum. Masalah ada dua yang aku dapat pikir. Pertama, kalau rumah dekat dengan sekolah, kalau dah habis praktikum, still kena balik IPBA. Kalau rumah aku jauh dari IPBA, tak ka sakit aku nanti? Kedua, kalau nak bagi duduk rumah dekat sekolah, mana pulak list sekolah kami kena pergi? Even minta sekolah dekat satu tempat yang boleh dapat rumah dekat situ, keputusan tukar menukar sekolah ni keputusan JPN. Buat dah dapat cari rumah dekat Klang, kena sekolah dekat Damansara. Penat nak berulang. Dengan traffic jam macam apa lagi kat sini. Ketiga (eh tadi cakap dua ja), buat kawasan perumahan yang dekat dengan sekolah tu area yang bukan-bukan, banyak perompak, tak naya? Mati kena tikam malam-malam nanti pulak. Keempat (tu dia, Khirol dah meraban lebih-lebih), duduk dekat dengan sekolah pun, masalah jugak. Kang telajak tidur, pengetua mai cari hahaha (ok, ni punya masalah sendiri hal, aku tak terlibat).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motto asrama aku adalah, "Segalanya bermula di Pantai Puri". Sekarang ni, mana mulanya? Mana akhirnya? Kenapa kami jadi loud spoken? Sebab duduk luar negara, lepas tu bila balik boleh cakap sedap mulut ja? Salah. Sebab kami sayang asrama yang tak seberapa ni. Kat sini jugak la kami berkawan. Dah nak praktikum ni, lepas tu masing-masing bawak diri. Diorang nak pecahkan ka persahabatan yang ada? Bayangkan la kalau kami balik sekolah, mesti la nak gosip-gosip pasal students kan? Tak pun nak emo-emo. Takkan nak emo dengan dinding rumah kot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebelum ni, senior-senior aku, even kawan-kawan PISMP aku yang dah habis praktikum diorang, dapat merasa duduk asrama sambil pegi praktikum. Duit tak guna banyak sangat. Nanti, bila duduk luar, group aku jugak kena keluarkan duit banyak nanti. Aku rasa tak adil. Sebab tak dapat privilege yang sama. Mana boleh macam ni? Senang ja nak suruh keluar. Macam semua orang ada sedara dekat KL nak tumpang. Kalau dapat tumpang pun, aku malu la nak kacau anak pinak orang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, dah banyak aku cakap ni. Tak apa la. Aku tak kisah pun kena duduk luar, tapi adat yang betul, &lt;strike&gt;halau&lt;/strike&gt; bagi la notis masa awal-awal tahun. Dapat aku cari rumah murah. Kalau aku kaya, aku cari kondo dengan swimming pool tepi tingkap ja. Nak ja duduk Zehn sebelah asrama ni. Sewa bulanan paling cikai RM7500. Kongsi 100 orang duduk dalam rumah tu dapat la murah sikit kot kan? Duduk 30 orang baru RM250 sorang hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha ni ngomelan aku. Dah dekat-dekat 1800 words dah. Boleh jadi assignment dah ni. 10 benda aku tak puas hati. Tapi sebenarnya banyak lagi. Kan aku dah cakap, kalau ni assignment, dah siap cepat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam mana aku cakap, kalau dibagitau awal-awal, aku takkan lorat (bising bak cakap orang Kedah). Aku takkan ngamuk. Ya, aku tau semuanya atas ehsan kementerian, tapi yang dibuat ni tak ada ehsan dan belas kasihan. Mungkin, diorang dah habis pikir dan tak ada solution lain, jadi mau tak mau, kena jugak tendang. But, am I supposed to tolerate that, though there are many other things that's wrong been done on us? Kalau nak bagi duduk luar, bagi jugak kami elaun macam cikgu. COLA. Cost of Living Allowances. Kalau RM80 tu ditolak untuk letak kami dalam asrama IPBA, naikkan elaun kami serta merta atas sebab rumah di KL mahal sewanya. Kalau nak jugak halau, carikan kami rumah untuk kami menyewa. Bukan senang nak cari, tambah-tambah kalau ada yang sudi bagi sewa dalam tempoh 5-6 bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hati tak tenang sekarang. Stress ja memanjang dekat sini. Dengan assignment menggila-gila, ni pulak dengan hal macam ni. Dulu tak ada pun hal macam ni dekat oversea. Memang aku mengada cakap macam ni, tak balik ke realiti la. Tapi bila diambik value-value yang baik, dan cuba disampaikan kat sini, mula la cakap, norma masyarakat Malaysia, macam ni la gaya hidupnya. Ye la tu, sebab tu tak berubah-ubah sikap kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah la, kekadang dah give up macam ni, sebab banyak sangat constraint. I might be loud spoken, I might be inconsiderate of others, but one thing, I didn't do it for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am pissed for real right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-1079288537051299679?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1079288537051299679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1079288537051299679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1079288537051299679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1079288537051299679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-192-aku-sangat-stress-dengan.html' title='Entry 192 - AKU SANGAT STRESS DENGAN ASRAMA'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6249784985263652905</id><published>2011-04-15T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:29:21.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pantun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Entry 191 - Berpantun Pagi-Pagi Buta Bila Otak Dah Tepu Dengan Action Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pagi-pagi buta ni jugak la aku masuk mood nak berpantun. Aku bukan pandai sangat berpantun. Tapi aku memang suka benda-benda macam ni. Deklamasi maaflah, aku memang dicop monotonous. Tapi harap pantun rekaan aku ni dapat jadi nasihat. Boleh terima masuk Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka tak? Berangan lebih pulak kan? Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alam dan Nasihatnya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jauh mentari di dada angkasa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Menyinar terang dengan cahaya,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mulut bisa membawa binasa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanti orang sukar percaya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bumi ini bukannya rata,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luas terbentang tiada hujungnya,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan jadikan hidup ini derita,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andai malu untuk bertanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awan putih langit membiru,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bila malamnya tiada apa-apa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hati mana tidak bercelaru,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kalau tiada orang untuk disapa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bulan terang menenangkan jiwa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kesunyian malam menemani minda,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ubat kesedihan adalah ketawa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi hendaklah kita berpada-pada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, macam ni je la pantun aku cincai-cincai. Buat mengejut-ngejut, mesti la tak elok kan? Coherence tak ada, pembayang dengan maknanya entah apa-apa. Suku kata pun memang tak sekata. Tapi apa daya? Dah minat aku macam ni :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maaf jugak lama tak menulis blog. Sibuk sangat-sangat dengan assignment. Nak jadi cikgu English tapi berpantun Melayu. Hehe. Nanti la aku tulis apa-apa. Karang ni, otak pun tepu nak buat assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6249784985263652905?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6249784985263652905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6249784985263652905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6249784985263652905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6249784985263652905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-191-berpantun-pagi-pagi-buta-bila.html' title='Entry 191 - Berpantun Pagi-Pagi Buta Bila Otak Dah Tepu Dengan Action Research'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7740617728358324737</id><published>2011-03-09T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T04:29:53.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPad 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teguran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Entry 190 - iPad 2 Keluar, Lepas Ni Apa Pulak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari-hari aku tengok Internet, especially news tentang gadget, mesti ada benda baru. Rasanya dalam minggu ni (ke minggu lepas), dah keluar iPad 2. Bagi yang tak tahu apa iPad ni, memang ketinggalan zaman habis-habisan la korang. iPad juga bukanlah pad sepertimana yang digunakan oleh wanita. Sebabnya iPad ni benda elektronik, bukan ada keupayaan menyerap pun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iPad ni, adalah iPod Touch yang dibesarkan. Aku ingat dulu masa iPod Touch keluar dekat Midvalley. First time aku tengok, mak ai, RM2000+. Gila betul. Dan bagi aku yang sukakan gadget, memang aku teringin la. Tapi sumpah aku tak berani beli. Gila punya harga. Last aku tengok iPod Touch, harga dia RM900+ dekat Digital Mall Seksyen 14 PJ. Dah murah kan? Disebabkan iPad pulak ni adalah iPod Touch yang dibesarkan, dan masih baru, harga dia macam tu la. RM2000+ &amp;nbsp;jugak. Nak beli? Memang la nak. Aku sendiri seronok tengok iPad ni. Kucing pun suka main :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q9NP-AeKX40" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang menjadikan iPad ni satu kegilaan pada zaman ni? Nak kata benda ni, orang muda ja main, tak jugak. Ada sekali aku singgah Starbucks, tengok-tengok orang tua yang main iPad. Tapi of course la, tak pulak dia main game lumba keta sampai pegang iPad ala-ala stereng kereta. Dia baca newspaper gitu. Hebat kan? Sebab iPad ni skrin dia besar, tentulah orang tua yang rabun pun boleh baca. Tambah-tambah size tulisan boleh dibesarkan sesuka hati kita. Kalau surat khabar mana boleh control font dia. Mau kena pakai kanta pembesar ja. Orang muda pulak buat apa dengan iPad? Game? Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memeburn.com/wp-content/uploads/ipad-wsj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://memeburn.com/wp-content/uploads/ipad-wsj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orang tua baca newspaper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cultofmac.cultofmaccom.netdna-cdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ipad-gaming1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://cultofmac.cultofmaccom.netdna-cdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ipad-gaming1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;Boleh main game wor. Best-best.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang ni, iPad bukan ja berguna untuk main game atau baca newspaper. Even doktor pun dah mula guna iPad. Macam-macam apps dah developed. Contohnya iMedical. Banyak apps dari Apple ni, yang official, suka letak 'i' depan nama apps diorang. iMovie la, iTunes, dan macam-macam lagi. iHandsome ada tak? Mesti la ada, sebab korang awal-awal lagi dah tengok muka aku, terus kata uHandsome. iHandsome, of course la. Dah lama tau pun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://medicalbuy.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/pocket-anatomy-Ipad-app.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://medicalbuy.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/pocket-anatomy-Ipad-app.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Korang nak tengok isi dalam badan? Guna iPad jer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh, dah ngarut lebih pulak. Sekarang ni, macam-macam la orang nak guna iPad. Tapi bagi student macam aku, tak mampu la nak beli iPad. Sebab pikir-pikir balik, tak guna pun lagi kalau ada. Sebabnya aku akan buh game lagi banyak dari benda yang ilmiah. Dulu ya la aku ada app dictionary. Bagus untuk belajar. Tapi tu je la. Kalau orang develop app pasal teaching grammar ke, or app untuk buat lesson plan, aku sanggup bayar benda macam tu hehehe. Time tu, aku memang akan beli iPad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, kembali kepada title entry yang asal. iPad 2 dah keluar. Ha, apa lagi? Pegi la beli. Tu pun kalau dah sampai Malaysia. Order online kasi hantar depan pintu rumah. Boleh berlagak dekat jiran korang yang suka bersaing sapa ada gadget latest :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa bezanya iPad lama dengan baru ni? Ada dua kamera, depan belakang. Boleh buat video conferencing la senang cerita. Tapi jujurnya, aku bukan kisah sangat dengan fungsi dua kamera ni untuk tujuan video conference. Nanti jadi cermin jugak. Macam mana jadi cermin? Ala, turn on ja kamera depan, tengok skrin, dapat dah muka sendiri. Kan cermin dah tu? Orang mesti puji korang, guna iPad buat cermin. Fungsi fizikal iPad terserlah gitu :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selain tu, iPad 2 ni jugak ada Smart Cover. Yakni, cover untuk skrin iPad. Cover ni boleh dilipat-lipat jadi bentuk tiga segi dan letak dekat belakang iPad 2. Boleh jadi penyangga. Apa penyangga? Aku pun tak tahu dalam Bahasa Inggeris apa dia. Tapi macam bagi support dekat iPad kasi tinggi sikit la dari permukaan rata. iPad 2 ni jugak ada dual core processor. Laju la sikit dari yang lama-lama. Bateri pun tahan lama sikit. Puas habis la main kan dengan guna WiFi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malangnya, tak ada built-in GPS. Kalau ada sumpah, korang akan ada GPS device paling gabak, paling stylo. Letak dekat cermin depan kereta sampai tak nampak apa dah. Biar langgar orang lain asalkan stylo ada iPad sebagai GPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since barangan Apple ni dah lama ada di pasaran, tentulah dia dah terkenal. Dengan jumlah apps yang dah berpuluh ribu dekat App Market, Android Market mestilah susah nak kejar. Dan ni la benda yang Steve Job duk comment masa pelancaran iPad 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, Steve Job ni manusia yang suka menjaki orang lain. Tak tau la betul ke tak pandangan aku. Since Samsung keluarkan Samsung Galaxy S yang memang tinggi peratus kesamaan dengan iPhone 4, tak habis-habis Steve Job serang Samsung. Kritik skrin iPhone 4 lagi lawa la, itu la dan memacam lagi. Fanboyism Steve Job memang sangat kuat, dan aku tengok jelas dekat memana pengguna iPhone sekarang. Mesti caci mencaci pengguna Android dekat Samsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.slashgear.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/samsung_galaxy_s_apple_iphone_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://cdn.slashgear.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/samsung_galaxy_s_apple_iphone_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebelah kanan iPhone 4. Kiri Samsung Galaxy S.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Samsung keluarkan Samsung Galaxy Tab yang adalah Samsung Galaxy S yang dibesarkan, ni adalah satu saingan kepada iPad pertama. Sebab saiz Samsung Galaxy Tab adalah lebih kecik dan celuih (mencukupi) dalam satu tangan, dan ada keupayaan macam sebuah telefon sebab boleh guna simcard, Steve Job serang pulak lagi la. Sebab tu ada iPad 2. Boleh lawan melawan lagi la. Semua benda yang company lain buat, Steve Job cop tiru ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnet.co.uk/i/c/blg/cat/mobiles/apple_iphone/jobs_copycats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.cnet.co.uk/i/c/blg/cat/mobiles/apple_iphone/jobs_copycats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia comment dah. Copycat jer semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain tak boleh improvise produk dia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_NegAFK3PY/TIXRTn4HIrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gA4Ram4X3rc/s1600/tab-ipad.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_NegAFK3PY/TIXRTn4HIrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gA4Ram4X3rc/s320/tab-ipad.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beza saiz iPad dengan Galaxy Tab. iPad kat bawah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sizzledcore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/samsung-galaxy-tab-vs-apple-ipad-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.sizzledcore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/samsung-galaxy-tab-vs-apple-ipad-1.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carta perbandingan gadget&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, ni iPad lama. iPad 2 pulak mesti la power lagi kan? Dengan adanya iPad 2, Samsung pun nak lawan dengan Galaxy Tab baru jugak. Dulu awal-awal saiz skrin 7 inch, lepas tu ada 10.1 inch, dan sekarang ada 8.9 inch. Semua saiz ada. Flexible kan Samsung ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biar apa pun perkembangan teknologi yang ada, bila korang dah beli iPad 2 nanti, ada la&amp;nbsp;rumours&amp;nbsp;akan keluar pulak iPad 3. Ha, time tu mesti frust haram ja kan? Aku pernah hadapi benda macam ni banyak kali dah. Time aku beli Samsung Galaxy S, tiga empat bulan kemudian keluar pulak Samsung Galaxy S ii. Frust? Of course, tapi sedar je la. Kesimpulannya, jangan mengejar teknologi. Sebab teknologi boleh buat korang gila ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak salah aku, tadi masa aku pergi beli buku untuk mengajar, aku terjumpa buku tentang peranan Dajal dalam teknologi. Dajal mengawal teknologi. Tak ingat tulisan sapa, tapi tak pulak aku terjumpa apa-apa hadis yang support fakta dalam buku tu. Tapi, kita ambik ni sebagai peringatan pada diri kita. Di kala kita seronok mengejar hiburan, mungkin kita akan lalai pada Tuhan sendiri. Sanggup perabih duit dan membazir. Amalan setan kan tu? Ha, jadi beringat-ingatlah dan jangan gelabah sangat bila keluar benda baru. Pikir dulu perlu ke tak. Tanya diri sendiri, tu kemahuan ke keperluan ke kekurangan? Mana penting lagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay la, semoga apa aku tulis kali ni orang klik like banyak-banyak. Eh? Shameless promotion ke apa ni? Haha. Aku sertakan ruang untuk komen juga di bawah Facebook Comment Form untuk mereka yang gunakan OpenID takpun blogger account. Dulu aku rigid sangat dengan Facebook Comment Form, dan hasilnya, takda sapa komen blog aku dah hahaha. Takpe-takpe, kalau korang minat korang baca. Tak payah komen pun tak apa. Lagipun memang niat aku menulis blog ni sekadar nak tulis macam diari aku sendiri ja. Public diary la kan? Public opinion jugak gitu. Okay la korang. Babai! Merapu panjang dah aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa lagi? Beli la test pad. Boleh tulis-tulis, tak suka keronyok buang ja dalam tong sampah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7740617728358324737?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7740617728358324737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7740617728358324737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7740617728358324737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7740617728358324737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/entry-190-ipad-2-keluar-lepas-ni-apa.html' title='Entry 190 - iPad 2 Keluar, Lepas Ni Apa Pulak?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q9NP-AeKX40/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-3122602629861518021</id><published>2011-03-05T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:13:52.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Entry 189 - Love to Live Life &amp; Live to Love Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that I did it again. I promised that I would keep the blog updated, but somehow laziness took place. I am letting my life to be drifted, flowing with no sense of time. Although I had many academic assignments right now, I can't seem to care a bit. I believe I will get through it no matter what. Such an optimistic thought isn't it? But that's the way I am. I don't dwell in the past, and I don't like to think bad of the future. Sometimes, good things will happen, and when shit comes, let it be. It's what fate is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the title for this entry is as obvious as it seems, is about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love to live life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live to love life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I don't come up with such an awesome&amp;nbsp;tagline. I took it from a printing on my T-shirt, bought from Giordano. I googled the phrases and found out it may be used by various singers. One of them is Bob Marley. His words are: "Love the life you live. Live the life you love". So, what does this means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've tried to look into my own life to relate the meaning to myself. Love to live life. Do I love my life? Do I want to live it? Of course, there are times when I found my life to be full of problems. Life is not always easy going isn't it, even if you live a laid-back life. However, I asked myself, what are the purposes of my life on Earth? Why am I born to this world? Where exactly will I find happiness? Lots of questions, but none answered. Then, my heart asked, who allowed you to breath right now? And the answer is, the God almighty. Despite all the selfish thoughts that I had, this one question bring me back to the reality. Yes, I do want to live a&amp;nbsp;luxurious life. I want to be famous. I want to be rich. I want to have everything. And reality bites, but it bites you in a good way. It's better to be realistic rather than dreaming of things you may end up with nothing in the end. So, a conclusion that I came up with, is to love the life that I live, because no matter what, God had presented me with the most amazing give. My own life. My own sense. My own mind. My own heart. And all of these, is His. It is all borrowed to me, and need to be taken care in a well-mannered. My advice to all who may find life to be cruel to you, ask the same question to yourselves. May God opened your heart and mind to feel a bit sense of peace. Make peace with your Creator, and you'll find peace within yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In answering all the needless questions about my life, I supposed that living the life that I love is somehow catered to as well. When one love his life, he will be able to live with it. I had seen many people who wanted to kill themselves because of&amp;nbsp;frustration, heartbroken, or running away from problems (minus some people who followed ridiculous cult that&amp;nbsp;advised the followers to suicide).&amp;nbsp;I don't blame them. I understand why some people might want to end their lives. Life itself is a present. A present that sometimes can make a person feel burdened of such a heavy responsibility. I believe that, although there are times when life seems hard to live, there are people in this world who might be able to share a bit of it. To lighten up you a bit. To listen and feel your pain. Don't close yourselves to others because, trust me, as cold as people may seem to others, there will always be a part in them which are warm and human. Human are by nature, able to inflict and receive pains. Those who inflict, don't misjudge them. Look for the reason why they turned wrongly. Those who receive, might be able to feel, or turn into one who will inflict on others. Listen to them, and you'll see that bit by bit, your heart will open to others. Hence, you will be able to live the life,&amp;nbsp;although&amp;nbsp;you may at first may not love it. Eventually, you will; God willing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I seem to chatter will all nonsense. I find myself writing without any&amp;nbsp;cohesiveness. However, I feel that I want to talk about this. Because I too feel burdened with life. And I'm able to love my life, and able to live it, until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L1kEvTnxtS8/TXEpm70cnYI/AAAAAAAAWk4/Rl6okSjhXAE/s1600/DSC01548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L1kEvTnxtS8/TXEpm70cnYI/AAAAAAAAWk4/Rl6okSjhXAE/s1600/DSC01548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night is always dark. But the city lights will always shine to make the night a bit brighter.&lt;br /&gt;At times, life may feel gloomy. Look for somebody who can brighten your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-3122602629861518021?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3122602629861518021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=3122602629861518021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3122602629861518021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3122602629861518021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/entry-189-love-to-live-life-live-to.html' title='Entry 189 - Love to Live Life &amp; Live to Love Life'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L1kEvTnxtS8/TXEpm70cnYI/AAAAAAAAWk4/Rl6okSjhXAE/s72-c/DSC01548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1002239952607106572</id><published>2011-02-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:27:58.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Entry 188 - LRT &amp; KTM: My Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I am to discuss in this entry is a few series of incidents that I witnessed a few days ago. I was on my way to Midvalley to ease out my mind on the weekend. This time, I used the public transportation: LRT and Komuter. At first, I assumed that during weekend, less people will be using the LRT. Here's where I was wrong. There's no way people would abandon LRT and choose to go by taxi or driving to the mall themselves. Why? Because using public transportation is very cheap. The total fare using LRT and Komuter to Midvalley is exactly half compared to using the taxi (in my case, I took the LRT from Kerinchi Station).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgGICFhIIQ/TFJJthVvQEI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nwNffzjjwJs/s1600/rapidKL_4-Car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgGICFhIIQ/TFJJthVvQEI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nwNffzjjwJs/s400/rapidKL_4-Car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;RapidKL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanrail.net/as/kual/Putra-LRT-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.urbanrail.net/as/kual/Putra-LRT-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empty LRT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Although the fare might be cheap, there will always be a trade-off to that. For example, there were a lot of people in the LRT. In each station the LRT stopped by, dozens of people gushed inside. I swear, it was like a can of sardine. The image above of an LRT being totally empty, you can only see it here. On weekend, don't ever bother to dream about this. So, what's the trade-off? Comfort and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being in a train where hundreds of people are being crammed inside. There are limited spaces, and the only way for one to be inside is to lean on each other. It can cause to some people a feeling of discomfort. For example, I don't like to be pushed and lean against the ladies in the train, because it was wrong to me. Would you mind a total stranger leaning on your back? Not me. In addition, one may be charged with sexual harassment. Unintended touching can cause you a great humiliation especially in the society. On the other hand, perverts may take the chance to molest a victim. (P/s: In Japan, it's a fetish habit among the men to molest the ladies in a crowded train. The molester is called 'Chikan', you can Google it yourselves). Security-wise, when lots of people are in a crowded place, it's easy to slip your hands into somebody's pockets or handbags and grabbed a wallet or mobile phone. Not too bothered about that? What if some junkies slipped a packet of heroine or methamphetamine? Dangerous? I bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened in the Komuter. I won't repeat myself of what happened since it's the same thing in the LRT. However, I was quite pissed off when the Komuter reached the Midvalley stop, and as people are rushing out from the Komuter, there are ignorant and irresponsible people trying to get inside the Komuter. I supposed they are trying to secure the seats in the Komuter. However, it is a common courtesy to make way for the people to come out from the train. I stared at the guy who slipped in while everyone were trying hard to go out from the Komuter. He was very uneasy from my stare, because he knew he was wrong. A few seconds later, another woman did the same thing. I bet she felt ashamed when a man gave her a lecture of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there are coaches prepared for the ladies. The pink coach. I bet those who are always using the Komuter service, by now should know about it. It is extravagantly recognizable. If you're colour-blind, that's another issue :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/hello-kitty-pink-train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/hello-kitty-pink-train.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Kitty? That's the best thing that comes in pink?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfO8Ug01gTg/TTMGJRVnYJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ILAsh3ygZJA/s1600/Slide2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfO8Ug01gTg/TTMGJRVnYJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ILAsh3ygZJA/s400/Slide2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, this guy is so thick-face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I took the bus to go back to my hostel. The bus stopped at Universiti LRT Station, and I had to walk to the hostel, which is roughly less than one kilometre. The fare from Midvalley to the station is much cheaper. Less than the travel fare using the LRT and Komuter. What's bad about the bus? The same thing. A bus that I took had &amp;gt;50 people inside it. I was uneasy in it as the ladies being pushed here and there, and swayed around when the bus made a turn. However, they didn't seem to be concerned about being pushed around, or even collided with the men. I wonder why. Acceptance of the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have anything to write for now. I ran out of idea (and I have to get back to my assignment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading and thank you to some of my friends who had been asking about my blog. Seems like my blog are being read by others. Well, that's what blogs are for. I will be more active in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a blogger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-1002239952607106572?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1002239952607106572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1002239952607106572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1002239952607106572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1002239952607106572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-188-lrt-ktm-my-opinion.html' title='Entry 188 - LRT &amp; KTM: My Opinion'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgGICFhIIQ/TFJJthVvQEI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nwNffzjjwJs/s72-c/rapidKL_4-Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1221973809448221151</id><published>2011-02-11T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:15:26.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Entry 187 - It's So Freaking Hot These Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather's just too hot these few weeks. The last time I checked the weather widget on my desktop, it showed the temperature in KL to be within 32°C during daytime, and 27°C at night. 32°C? What's so bad about it? It should be normal for a Malaysian, right? I remember when I was back in NZ, I came across an article in the local newspaper about an old guy died from a heat stroke of 28°C. For a Malaysian like me who came from a tropical climate, 32°C should be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wait a minute. It is not okay. At least for me. I bathed at least 4 times a day. At 2 o'clock in the morning, I took another bath. This is not normal. I've been sweating all day, feeling all dizzy because of the heat. I even took a nap after my lecture sessions, and woke up at late evening. That is not normal, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been taking Panadol like, two tablets a day to ease down the headache. I might get addicted to this painkiller (that's an exaggeration). I've been drinking lots and lots of water to keep my hydrated. I've been trying to go into rooms with air-conditioner switched on most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, it's really hot these days! When will it rains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: I came across a view of KL from Bukit Pantai in Bangsar. The sky was hazy, and I can't see blue sky at all. It was all-grey. Sigh. We don't know how blue sky looks now while busy chasing money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-1221973809448221151?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1221973809448221151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1221973809448221151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1221973809448221151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1221973809448221151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-187-its-so-freaking-hot-these.html' title='Entry 187 - It&apos;s So Freaking Hot These Days!'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6953894431365125713</id><published>2011-01-31T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:02:13.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perbincangan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teguran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Entry 186 - Masalah di Mesir, Tapi Budak-Budak Sekolah Yang Bising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mika2eel.com/photo/data/media/12/Masjid-Hassan-Egypt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.mika2eel.com/photo/data/media/12/Masjid-Hassan-Egypt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aku tahu tentang isu keselamatan pelajar di Mesir sekarang, dan aku kesian serta aku berdoa untuk keamanan sejagat. Tapi bila tengok budak sekolah yang belum tentu pernah jejak kaki di luar negara, bising memperkatakan tentang bodohnya kerajaan yang tenggelam dalam politik, aku tertawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Kalau aku jutawan aku bawa balik semua".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Kalau aku pilot aku sumbat semua dalam satu kapal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kalau cakap "kalau" ja, tak payah la bising-bising sangat. Kebudak-budakan dah tengok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aku terjumpa &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46659&amp;amp;id=1828013399#%21/photo.php?fbid=1398791229638&amp;amp;set=a.1398788149561.46659.1828013399&amp;amp;pid=732477&amp;amp;id=1828013399"&gt;dua keping gambar dekat Facebok&lt;/a&gt; pasal isu di Mesir, tentang pelajar-pelajar Malaysia yang mengalami kesusahan di sana. Cakap pasal pelajar kena rogol, kereta kebal ronda setiap waktu, dan macam-macam gambaran lagi. Kesian bila dengar, kesian juga bila mengetahui ada bencana macam tu terjadi pada rakyat dan orang Islam sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Apa yang peliknya, lepas aku search user Facebook yang berbincang tegas pasal isu ni, aku tengok dia ni macam budak sekolah menengah. Lepas tu kalau dia cakap pasal keadaan dekat Mesir, kenapa boleh update FB guna Celcom SMS? Aku google nama samaran dia, dan aku jumpa macam-macam lagi, sampai la ke nama dia. Asal dari Kuantan. Tu korang cari sendiri la*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kalau nak ikut macam negara Kanada yang bawak balik semua orang, negara kita pun boleh. Tapi dengan harga tiket kapal terbang naik berkali-kali ganda, nak keluar dari rumah pun bahaya, langkah yang sekurang-kurangnya boleh dibuat oleh Kementerian Luar Negara adalah mewujudkan persefahaman antara tiga negara jiran untuk membenarkan pelajar kita menetap untuk sementara waktu di negara tersebut, sehingga keadaan reda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.africantravelinc.com/AboutATI/images/egypt_map.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://www.africantravelinc.com/AboutATI/images/egypt_map.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bersyukurlah kerana kita ada di bumi Malaysia. Walaupun suasana politiknya buat kita rasa tak aman, tak menentu, sakit telinga mendengar kutuk-mengutuk, tapi sekurangnya kita masih dapat hidup aman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kalau ada yang cuba memecah-belahkan persefahaman yang ada sekarang ni, apa yang akan jadi di masa hadapan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sebelum kita berkata buruk tentang orang lain, cuba jangan sempitkan minda dengan kata-kata kutukan, kerana itu perlambangan kebodohan minda kita sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/s: Ustaz aku cakap orang Timur Tengah ni, panas baran, suka buat protes dan rusuhan sana sini. Sebabnya diorang duduk negara yang ada padang pasir dan panas. Bila panas darah dekat otak cepat panas. Jadi darah diorang tu cepat menggelegak, sebab tu senang mengamuk. Jadi, jangan jadikan perangai buruk orang sana satu ikutan kita. Kita orang Timur, ada budaya-budaya tertentu yang sedia ada elok dah. Tak perlu ambik sikap yang tidak elok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/s: Aku tau aku akan kena 'burn' pasal tulis macam ni.  Government supporter la, itu la, ini la. Aku kisah apa? Aku hanya doakan  keamanan semua orang, di dunia, serta akhirat. Berdoalah jugak untuk  keamanan dunia masa kini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Klik sini untuk follow &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Selamatkan-pelajar-dan-rakyat-Malaysia-di-Mesir/185618624791964"&gt;Facebook Pages tentang Selamatkan pelajar dan rakyat Malaysia di Mesir&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Klik sini untuk tengok blog tentang &lt;a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krisis Mesir, Nasib Pelajar Kita&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vo5Fn1-2E8o?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6953894431365125713?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6953894431365125713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6953894431365125713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6953894431365125713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6953894431365125713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-186-masalah-di-mesir-tapi-budak.html' title='Entry 186 - Masalah di Mesir, Tapi Budak-Budak Sekolah Yang Bising'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vo5Fn1-2E8o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8405458438022612396</id><published>2011-01-28T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:22:14.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan TAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nasi Kandar INSAF'/><title type='text'>Entry 185 - IT Fair MidValley, Solat Jumaat @ Masjid Jamek, &amp; Nasi Kandar Insaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panjang title entry aku hari ni kan? Banyak aku buat hari ni. Esok dah nak balik Kulim. Raya Cina cuti sampai seminggu. Bila balik Malaysia ni, benda paling best adalah cuti. Belambak-lambak cuti hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alkisahnya, bising bebudak bilik aku hari ni pendrive RM1 4GB dekat IT Fair MidValley. Sapa tak nak kan? Beli banyak-banyak jual dekat orang RM10 pun orang akan beli. Bisnes beb. Jadi aku pun keluar la dengan girlfriend aku singgah MidValley jap. Kalut nak ke Centre Court nak tengok IT Fair tu. Dengan harapan nak beli satu je la (yer yer je satu LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK34EDdHKI/AAAAAAAAWkg/_XQdWHPfGZQ/s1600/2011-01-28+09.43.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK34EDdHKI/AAAAAAAAWkg/_XQdWHPfGZQ/s400/2011-01-28+09.43.55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malangnya gambar dari handphone tak bagus sangat :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramai orang tunggu dekat tempat Convention tu, tapi tak bukak lagi pun. Aku pun menyelinap la sampai ke pintu depan, dan girlfriend aku tunjuk ada banner pasal pendrive RM1 tu. Rupanya, purchase with purchase. Kena beli produk antivirus Kaspersky (entah betul eja ke tak). Satu produk satu antivirus. Adoyai. Tipu belaka. Maka aku pun keluar la dari situ dengan hampanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni hari Jumaat. Kalau keluar macam mana pun, solat Jumaat takleh tinggal. Masa tu aku ada dekat area Ampang. Nak sembahyang dekat area Jalan TAR. Paling dekat pun Masjid Jamek la. Sumpah, lagi teruk experience aku dari Masjid Al-Rahman tepi UM. Aku sembahyang betul-betul tepi anak tangga. Sikit lagi nak jatuh. Dah la laki sebelah aku sembahyang conquer space. Aku mengecik macam tikus dah masa tengah sembahyang tu. Sakit belakang aku. Dah la ramai orang. Yang bawak sejadah, pakai seorang ja. Kalau aku, aku akan letak melintang, bagi orang lain datang dapat sembahyang jugak kat luar. Tak salah melutut atas jalan tar pun. Sakit sikit, tapi dapat pahala bagi orang lain sembahyang jugak kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK63NisdCI/AAAAAAAAWkk/MSQt6YpaJrg/s1600/2011-01-28+14.09.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK63NisdCI/AAAAAAAAWkk/MSQt6YpaJrg/s400/2011-01-28+14.09.43.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lautan manusia lepas habis solat Jumaat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah habis solat, mesti la lapar kan. Tapi kalau ada niat nak makan dekat area Masjid Jamek lepas solat Jumaat, sila lupakan je la. Korang tengok gambar pun tau sesak dan seksa macam mana kan nak bergerak. Aku dah macam penguin masa bergerak tu. Sebelum solat tu pulak memang banyak doa aku letakkan pada kasut aku. Kang kena curi nanti satu hal pulak. Aku pulak jenis taknak ambik benda orang. Curi selipar aku, kena la curi selipar orang lain. Jadi rantaian pencurian selipar la nanti hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh melilau pulak cakap pasal lapar ni. Jadi, aku pun bergerak ke Jalan TAR. Makan di Restoran Nasi Kandar Insaf. Bagi yang selalu pergi Jalan TAR ni, mesti boleh kenal kedai ni. Ada dua cawangan. Satu sebelah A&amp;amp;W dan KFC, satu lagi dekat-dekat Gulati's. Aku rasa dah 20 tahun lebih dah Insaf ni beroperasi. Terkenal dengan Briyani dan Ayam Madu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK-U76tTMI/AAAAAAAAWko/I_E8S-8TV7k/s1600/2011-01-28+14.20.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK-U76tTMI/AAAAAAAAWko/I_E8S-8TV7k/s400/2011-01-28+14.20.06.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni la permulaan Jalan TAR.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5436/2834/320/P1010083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5436/2834/320/P1010083.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni la Briyani dengan Ayam Madu :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi malangnya, servisnya bagi aku, agak kurang ajar sikit la.Aku ingat lagi masa dia tanya kitorang nak makan apa. Maklum la, bila kita pergi kedai makan, mesti nak fikir makan apa dulu kan. Masa tu jugak la "waiter besar" Insaf nak ambik order. Aku pun cakap la nak briyani. Tapi tak tau lauk ayam apa yang ada. Aku tanya la ayam apa ada. "Ayam masak karimasalagorengmadu". Cuba korang sebut ayam yang ada laju-laju. Itu yang aku dengar. Gila betul. Lepas tu tanya air pulak. Aku minta milo ais. Tak ada. Sumpah pelik kedai nasi kandar tak ada milo ais. Jadi aku pun baru la nak order air, tapi "waiter besar" ni kata "ah slow sangat". Kalut sungguh. Pergi ambik order dari orang lain pulak lepas tu. Lepas tu datang balik, aku pun cakap slow-slow. Dia bawa air dekat kitorang pun, letak air atas meja pun ganas semacam. Aku pun hentak balik je la gelas kat meja kuat-kuat. Tanya apa nama "waiter besar" dekat seorang pekerja Indonesia dekat situ. Tapi tak bagitau *maybe takut kena pecat kot*. Lepas aku hentak meja tu baru bawak nasi briyani elok sikit. Kurang kasar dah. Aku pun ushar tak puas hati dekat dia. "Jaga hang, siap aku report boss dan tulis dalam blog aku lepas ni. Muahahaha". Tapi sedap la makan. Briyani dia memang rasa sedap. Ayam dia pun masih sedap lagi. Tapi bagi yang nak pergi nanti, harap sabar dengan kerenah orang macam ni. Bisnes dah maju berlagak la. Customer kena layan macam pelesit ja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itu la kejadian hari ni. Lepas ni nak kemas beg pulak. Esok nak balik Kulim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Tadi roommate aku tunjuk satu entry dari forum lowyat pasal IT Fair. Dengar ramai orang complaint. Tak best. Bukan IT Fair pun, tapi more towards Jackie Chan fair dah. Sebabnya dia kan duta Karpersky dan memang company ni penaja besar IT Fair. Tak sure la dia datang ke tak tadi. Dan ada rumor yang 1000 orang pertama dapat beli pendrive RM1. Kalau ada, EEEE TAK ACI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8405458438022612396?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8405458438022612396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8405458438022612396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8405458438022612396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8405458438022612396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-185-it-fair-midvalley-solat.html' title='Entry 185 - IT Fair MidValley, Solat Jumaat @ Masjid Jamek, &amp; Nasi Kandar Insaf'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUK34EDdHKI/AAAAAAAAWkg/_XQdWHPfGZQ/s72-c/2011-01-28+09.43.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2020486411533454639</id><published>2011-01-28T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:59:54.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Entry 184 - Banyak Songeh Pulak McD Worker Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam masa aku pergi MidValley, aku saja la singgah McD. Bawa girlfriend aku pergi makan, dah aku tak pernah makan McD dengan dia. McD ni dekat Lower Ground North Court tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada la seorang pakcik India / Pakistan, complain pasal fries dia tak ada garam. Tapi cakap dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Pelat jugak la cara orang India cakap (bukan statement racist ok). Pekerja yang bagi fries awal-awal tu tak berapa faham sangat la. Jadi girlfriend aku tolong la translate cakap "kurang garam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastu muka pekerja McD ni jadi lain macam. Macam menyampah. Cashier yang ambik order kitorang pun muka bersalah sebab malu dengan kawan macam tu. Sambil orang India ni duduk kat meja dia tunggu fries baru, aku tengok la pekerja tu ambik fries baru, tapi macam tak bubuh garam pun. Lepas tu aku dengar la dia cakap dekat cashier layan aku tu, "kalau tak suka jugak buat fries sendiri" sambil letak atas tray sebelah aku punya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, apa kes dia ni? Tau la penat layan customers ramai dari pagi sampai malam. Tapi tak perlu la bersikap macam tu. Tak sopan lansung orang tengok. Haish, macam mana la Malaysia nak ada servis first-class bila perangai orang dalam bidang macam ni pun tak betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUIUAeNV6YI/AAAAAAAAWkY/4k_lsIthIJ8/s1600/2011-01-27+21.32.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUIUAeNV6YI/AAAAAAAAWkY/4k_lsIthIJ8/s320/2011-01-27+21.32.25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fries sebelah kiri yang tidak bergaram&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUIUGHbq5kI/AAAAAAAAWkc/vJleE4tUbUs/s1600/2011-01-27+21.32.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUIUGHbq5kI/AAAAAAAAWkc/vJleE4tUbUs/s320/2011-01-27+21.32.30.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;McD worker yang banyak songeh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak experience buruk aku pernah ada dengan workers fast food company macam ni. Nanti aku cerita lagi okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2020486411533454639?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2020486411533454639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2020486411533454639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2020486411533454639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2020486411533454639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-184-banyak-songeh-pulak-mcd.html' title='Entry 184 - Banyak Songeh Pulak McD Worker Ni'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TUIUAeNV6YI/AAAAAAAAWkY/4k_lsIthIJ8/s72-c/2011-01-27+21.32.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5830167469081576111</id><published>2011-01-26T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:12:45.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Entry 183 - Megat Taufiq and Nur Aisyah Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are some photos taken during a reception of my friend's wedding. I'm not a wedding photographer and I felt quite embarrassed to barge into somebody's wedding to take photos here and there, unless if I'm asked to. So, here are some quick shot of how the day runs through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the photos are also viewable on my Facebook. I'm sure many of you had seen it, but for the purpose of blogging, I copied the same photos. Hurm, lazy me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I2qOBkRI/AAAAAAAAWjM/E_sSYFM-8WE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I2qOBkRI/AAAAAAAAWjM/E_sSYFM-8WE/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Guys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I5d5JygI/AAAAAAAAWjQ/rkEJRRebZU8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I5d5JygI/AAAAAAAAWjQ/rkEJRRebZU8/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ladies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I7kxPoiI/AAAAAAAAWjU/AqUKGgl5YV8/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I7kxPoiI/AAAAAAAAWjU/AqUKGgl5YV8/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Guys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I-NnkEkI/AAAAAAAAWjY/SofZKQ63xPw/s1600/4.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I-NnkEkI/AAAAAAAAWjY/SofZKQ63xPw/s400/4.0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was supposed to be a photo of me and my girlfriend, as well the bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;But lots of 'families' coming in :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JABvB6fI/AAAAAAAAWjc/NJVrVCu2c9I/s1600/4.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JABvB6fI/AAAAAAAAWjc/NJVrVCu2c9I/s400/4.1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going up the escalator&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JCu4ZWPI/AAAAAAAAWjg/8C5gBSKLvzw/s1600/4.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JCu4ZWPI/AAAAAAAAWjg/8C5gBSKLvzw/s400/4.2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the venue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JE9pI1_I/AAAAAAAAWjk/CxB34k1V5ck/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JE9pI1_I/AAAAAAAAWjk/CxB34k1V5ck/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my girlfriend. That's me :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JHMKOMwI/AAAAAAAAWjo/6QJw9M5ja2c/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JHMKOMwI/AAAAAAAAWjo/6QJw9M5ja2c/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bridal seats and cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JJq3UtcI/AAAAAAAAWjs/FXe1EwvSuw8/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JJq3UtcI/AAAAAAAAWjs/FXe1EwvSuw8/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Guys with the King and Queen of The Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JM04BT4I/AAAAAAAAWjw/H-ko1d5CJL0/s1600/8.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JM04BT4I/AAAAAAAAWjw/H-ko1d5CJL0/s400/8.0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ladies with the King and Queen of The Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JXQDhlRI/AAAAAAAAWj0/N2mfJ2ytWPM/s1600/8.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JXQDhlRI/AAAAAAAAWj0/N2mfJ2ytWPM/s400/8.1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and bridegroom with my girlfriend and her friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JZptdlRI/AAAAAAAAWj4/ThjMaTNlyY4/s1600/8.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JZptdlRI/AAAAAAAAWj4/ThjMaTNlyY4/s400/8.2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and bridegroom with their little prince and princess&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JcAZk8CI/AAAAAAAAWj8/G6MryMsa1oc/s1600/8.3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JcAZk8CI/AAAAAAAAWj8/G6MryMsa1oc/s400/8.3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and bridegroom with families&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JeqypYjI/AAAAAAAAWkA/TchpNEYDkec/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JeqypYjI/AAAAAAAAWkA/TchpNEYDkec/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cake cutting ceremony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JhHFUSEI/AAAAAAAAWkE/zyK83xJXua4/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JhHFUSEI/AAAAAAAAWkE/zyK83xJXua4/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cake cutting ceremony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8Ji93rp9I/AAAAAAAAWkI/Vpe3ODGCtvk/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8Ji93rp9I/AAAAAAAAWkI/Vpe3ODGCtvk/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cake cutting ceremony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JkqXq9WI/AAAAAAAAWkM/nX-pOIZonh4/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JkqXq9WI/AAAAAAAAWkM/nX-pOIZonh4/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JooTwqxI/AAAAAAAAWkQ/0Wt0UPrrmD0/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JooTwqxI/AAAAAAAAWkQ/0Wt0UPrrmD0/s400/13.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in front of KLCC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JrcriP0I/AAAAAAAAWkU/aD6jdQy3wuQ/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8JrcriP0I/AAAAAAAAWkU/aD6jdQy3wuQ/s400/14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ladies in Busana Muslimah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, it's a great day for Megat Taufiq and Nur Aisyah. I pray for their marriage to be successful and blessed by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When will my time come :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-5830167469081576111?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5830167469081576111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5830167469081576111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5830167469081576111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5830167469081576111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-183-megat-taufiq-and-nur-aisyah.html' title='Entry 183 - Megat Taufiq and Nur Aisyah Reception'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TT8I2qOBkRI/AAAAAAAAWjM/E_sSYFM-8WE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2289015890942132797</id><published>2011-01-16T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:58:16.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Entry 182 - Time of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Happiness is not a destination. It's a voyage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williamsburgprivatetours.com/Voyage-to-Virginia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://www.williamsburgprivatetours.com/Voyage-to-Virginia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a voyager on Earth, seeking out new opportunities on new lands. Most of my time will be spent on the ocean. There are times the waves can be devastating, but there will be times when everything will be calm. Although I may reach a goal in months to come, but the journey is what makes everything worth while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a maestro. A maestro who conducts my life. I don't determine everything for others. I set my motion for each day. Where will I be tomorrow? That, I do not know. For today, I can predict up to a certain stretch of time. God knows, man has its own fate. My fate is laid out for me, but my actions will determine the outcome of my fate. I don't know my fate, but I will orchestrate my life, not others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This life of mine, maybe short, maybe long. Maybe fortunate, maybe not. The happiness that I seek, is not at the end of the road. It is within the journey that I took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Road I Must Travel" by The Nightwatchman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I climbed the seven summits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I swam the seven seas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I fought in the jungles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I fought in the streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once I had a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't know what it should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walked the empty desert,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I was burned in the heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I crossed the frozen wasteland,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in the bitter cold did freeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I will knock on every door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For I do not have a key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I sang to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That I want to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the road I must travel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its end I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why wait for tomorrow, when you can be happy today? I will pick myself up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A promise to myself, I will become stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myinkblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/stronger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://www.myinkblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/stronger.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2289015890942132797?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2289015890942132797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2289015890942132797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2289015890942132797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2289015890942132797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-182-time-of-happiness.html' title='Entry 182 - Time of Happiness'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7984566076137584139</id><published>2011-01-16T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:53:36.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Entry 181 - Gundah Emosi</title><content type='html'>Wahai blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iisd1.org/hs_theatre/images/emotional_faces_color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.iisd1.org/hs_theatre/images/emotional_faces_color.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau apakah situasi emosi aku ketika ini. Yang aku tau, aku kurang semangat nak teruskan hidup. Kenapa yer? Aku tak boleh nak pinpoint mana sebabnya, sebab aku rasa, aku yang bermasalah. Diri aku ni memang tak elok lagi dari awal. Aku bukan manusia yang baik. Layakkah aku untuk berada di kalangan orang yang baik-baik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila masanya, aku ni berperangai elok? Semua orang yang kenal aku, mesti cakap aku ni ada part yang tak senang dengan aku. Aku tak ini la, aku tak itu la. Aku tak boleh nak kata "lantak la korang semua", sebab aku jenis yang nak puaskan hati semua orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hurm. Macam mana nak jadi baik? Aku sendiri pun tak tahu. Ada banyak masa aku melengung terfikir apa yang aku dapat dalam hidup ni. Layakkah aku sebenarnya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku macam manusia biasa jugak. Banyak salah silapnya. Aku ni kurang tunjuk emosi kat orang. Semua orang ingat aku ni ok ja memanjang. Kekadang aku pun datang bulan jugak. Bukan keluar haid, tapi emosi ja tak stabil. Malu la, dah besar panjang tapi tak matang lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haish. Aku buat EQ test tadi. Soalan-soalan dia hebat. Tanya pernah tak aku fikir untuk tamatkan hidup aku, rasa kesunyian tak walaupun ada kawan-kawan keliling pinggang. Hurm, aku tak mau bagitau jawapan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah kan perasaan macam ni? Banyak orang aku tak dapat puaskan hati. Banyak orang benci aku. Even yang ok dengan aku pun, aku jadikan diorang tak ok. Memang sikap aku ni, boleh buat orang pergi jauh dari aku. Aku ni reject orang ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku benci saat sekarang ni. Aku tak boleh duduk macam ni. Aku tak tahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biarlah, aku hilang dalam dunia ni, tak ada siapa akan menangis untuk aku. Betul ka ada orang sayangkan aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa, tak perlu la ada komen-komen untuk sedapkan hati aku. Aku sendiri pun tak mampu nak senyum kembali. Aku tak rasa mentari bersinar sekarang untuk aku. Aku dalam dunia hitam. Gelap. Emosi aku tak terkira bagainya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak tahu dah aku nak berserah macam mana lagi. Aku rasa, aku biarkan hidup aku hanyut ditelan masa ja. Tak ada yang membimbing aku balik. Aku sedih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7984566076137584139?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7984566076137584139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7984566076137584139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7984566076137584139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7984566076137584139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-181-gundah-emosi.html' title='Entry 181 - Gundah Emosi'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6006957464496370981</id><published>2011-01-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:50:29.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Entry 180 - Facebook Will Shutdown On 15th March?</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good breaking news! Facebook will be shutting down by 15th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Business/images-2/do-you-have-facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Business/images-2/do-you-have-facebook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Zuckerberg said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Facebook has gotten out of control".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"...and the stress of managing this company has ruined my life. I need to put an end to all the madness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avrat Humarthi, VP of Technical Affairs at Facebook said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"So if you ever want to see your pictures again, I recommend you take  them off the internet. You won’t be able to get them back once Facebook  goes out of business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First thing first. Let's review of how Facebook revolutionizes our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We get to trace back our friends, whether it's from our primary school, up to university, and even in the workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We get to update things that we do in our daily lives. Think of Twitter but in a rich and detail information (text, image, video).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We get to see immediate response from our friends (or friends of friends). It's either a 'Like' or no 'Like' at all. Or comments on our posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We get to upload photos and videos without worrying the bandwidth capacity, unlike Flickr which capped our free account up to 200 photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, 'Poke' feature! Who use this anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Events on Facebook, birthday reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the list will somehow goes on and on. Seriously, who would imagine that things would be this awesome with Facebook? It's so popular, even the bosses in corporate companies or even politician also have Facebook. Or perhaps people who ought to go out on a blind date, are able to check for their partners personality just by searching for the name or email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verecom.com.au/verecomblog/img/facebook_myspace.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://www.verecom.com.au/verecomblog/img/facebook_myspace.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what? Is this true? Although there's a certain extent to which I might believe it, there are also part which make this news, illogical. Mark had been awarded as 2010 Time's Person of The Year, for his invention&amp;nbsp; that revolutionize the way people communicate (although according to &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;, it's not his invention, but more to reinvention of an idea). Why would he wants to shutdown Facebook? He's doing the whole mankind a great deed, and I'm sure somewhere people are worshipping him as a God of Social Network or something. Even if the news is true, &lt;/span&gt;there's no way things will go downwards. People may change, but technology will always advances forward by itself. If Facebook is to disappear from this Earth, I think it would change shape into a new form. Perhaps a more refined version of Facebook that offers more interesting things (but hey, it's just a thought). Plus, a hoax will be a hoax, if there's no official statements from the official people/company. There's no announcement on Facebook denying the possibility of shutting it down (I heard recently that Zuckerberg made a comment on the issue, saying that it is untrue). There you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But what if Facebook will really shut down? Resort back to Friendster? MySpace? Or wait for more social networks to bloom out, in hope to replace the Great Facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purpleinaction.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/friendster-facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://purpleinaction.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/friendster-facebook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well whatever it is folks, I must say that if it does shut down, it will be really hard to trace all my friends online. I can't possibly save each emails of 500+ friends in one go. And I can't possibly delete all the photos. "Dude, I have like thousands of photos on Facebook! OMG! What should I do?" And I wonder, if this is true, Mark will surely sell all of our information to the highest bidder. Why? People want our information for mostly anything related to advertising, security, terrorism, and so on. Wait for the cue.... OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.invisiblechildren.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/facebook-is-watching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.invisiblechildren.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/facebook-is-watching.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Phew. I'm clueless on what to do. Should I make the first move in deleting all the information and photos on Facebook, and wait for the apocalypse? Or should I ignore it, in hope of becoming another practical joke of the decade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I had enough. I will go to sleep now. My lectures will start on next morning. Maybe I will Facebooking during the lecture :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6006957464496370981?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6006957464496370981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6006957464496370981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6006957464496370981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6006957464496370981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-180-facebook-will-shutdown-on.html' title='Entry 180 - Facebook Will Shutdown On 15th March?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7761267894935194403</id><published>2011-01-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:40:09.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cohort 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orientasi'/><title type='text'>Entry 179 - Dah Habis Orientasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdullillah, dah habis dah minggu orientasi di IPGKBA semalam. Nak kata apa lagi, sepanjang masa aku tertidur ja. Penat kot duduk dalam dewan seharian dari 8 pagi sampai 11 malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni gambar-gambar yang aku ambil masa Majlis Penutupan Minggu Pengurusan Pelajar B.Ed Tesl Kohot 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TShdnL73oHI/AAAAAAAAWfg/2_Gr4IEd9Cc/s1600/DSC00367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TShdnL73oHI/AAAAAAAAWfg/2_Gr4IEd9Cc/s320/DSC00367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aizat Omar, Ketua Pelajar Cohort 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Dr. Datin Raja Mazuin dengan 'Time Capsule'.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keseluruhannya, aku lega dah habis semua program. Minggu depan, minggu belajar. Tobat pecah kepala aku nanti hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7761267894935194403?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7761267894935194403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7761267894935194403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7761267894935194403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7761267894935194403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-179-dah-habis-orientasi.html' title='Entry 179 - Dah Habis Orientasi'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TShdnL73oHI/AAAAAAAAWfg/2_Gr4IEd9Cc/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6402764685057667814</id><published>2011-01-07T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:33:35.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teguran'/><title type='text'>Entry 178 - Gatal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, kali ni meh aku nak kongsi dengan korang semua pasal satu video yang aku jumpa dekat YouTube, hasil dari informasi kawan aku. Cerita dia pasal seorang pegawai daripada Persekutuan Sukan Udara Malaysia yang melakukan aksi yang agak GATAL kepada seorang perempuan yang aku agak macam kadet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanpa segan silu, korang dipersilakan menonton video 'Kapten Gatal' ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRKoXO3pWSE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/gRKoXO3pWSE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wuiyo. Serius gatal kan? Senang jer dia selak tudung perempuan tu. Padahal yang memasang lencana tu orang sebelah dia. Dia pulak yang lebih-lebih. Lepas dah pasang lencana tu, sempat pulak bahu perempuan tu dipegang sambil tengok kamera depan, dan dicekup buah dada perempuan tu, konon-konon nak rapatkan pin. Haish, gatal sungguh pakcik ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yang anehnya, perempuan tu muka pun macam seronok jugak. Happy ja aku tengok. Aku tau memang susah nak tunjuk marah depan pegawai, tapi aku tengok tak ada reaksi ternaik minyak sekejap kat muka dia. Macam, "Oops, Tuan terpegang buah dada saya la. Tak apa la, tak sengaja tu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aduhai, macam ni dah perangai orang kita. Tanpa segan silu, baik laki mahu perempuan, di tempat terbuka pun boleh jadi macam-macam. Susah masa depan anak muda-mudi kita nanti.&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/2433146832341765809-6402764685057667814?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6402764685057667814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6402764685057667814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6402764685057667814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6402764685057667814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-178-gatal.html' title='Entry 178 - Gatal!'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8553906452802868204</id><published>2011-01-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:44:26.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart pounding moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orientasi'/><title type='text'>Entry 177 - Dah Masuk Year 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdullillah, dah habis sehari di blok akademik Institut Pendidikan Guru Kampus Bahasa Antarabangsa (IPGKBA). Sumpah, bangun awal semalam. Pukul 5.45 dah terbangun dengan alarm handphone sendiri. Tapi biasa la, tidur balik. Bangun balik lepas tu mandi, bersiap-siap, sampai la ke satu tahap pikir, "Apasal awal sangat bangun ni. Bosan tak tau nak buat apa. Jadi hari ni aku akan bangun lambat sikit hehehe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni memang aku berpakaian kemas habis-habisan. Adelynn panggil aku model Zara. Gara-gara gambar dinner aku yang lama dulu tu \(^_^)/ . Perasan hensem habis aku hahaha (padahal memang betul pun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pendaftaran mula pukul 8 pagi. Duduk universiti luar negara boleh la buat perangai bangun lambat, sebab kelas banyak waktu petang. Ni memang start 8 pagi. Kena biasakan diri la lepas ni. Macam mana pun, lepas tu ada la sikit sesi orientasi dengan Jabatan Bahasa Inggeris, Jabatan Hal Ehwal Pelajar, sesi bersama Pengarah IPGKBA, sesi motivasi. Dari pukul 8 pagi, sampai la ke 11 malam. Sumpah penat gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku sebenarnya penat nak cerita semua. Gambar aku ambik pun sikit ja. Duk dalam dewan pun dengar ceramah kepala pun nak lentok semacam ja. Haish, malu ja kat orang lain. Takpa, akan ada perubahan nanti dalam diri sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSon8al2wI/AAAAAAAAWec/k_YcvbWgYXk/s1600/DSC00352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSon8al2wI/AAAAAAAAWec/k_YcvbWgYXk/s400/DSC00352.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSoqGB-28I/AAAAAAAAWeg/Na63TqZHgHI/s1600/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSoqGB-28I/AAAAAAAAWeg/Na63TqZHgHI/s400/DSC00353.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSoswZdICI/AAAAAAAAWek/C2tzmIJdR3w/s1600/DSC00354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSoswZdICI/AAAAAAAAWek/C2tzmIJdR3w/s400/DSC00354.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSouxTY4PI/AAAAAAAAWeo/ld7G_knheYs/s1600/DSC00355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSouxTY4PI/AAAAAAAAWeo/ld7G_knheYs/s400/DSC00355.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSow-3ZQ5I/AAAAAAAAWes/dU32HdflgBg/s1600/DSC00356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSow-3ZQ5I/AAAAAAAAWes/dU32HdflgBg/s400/DSC00356.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSozC6V3QI/AAAAAAAAWew/F3iMeCJX_Gs/s1600/DSC00357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSozC6V3QI/AAAAAAAAWew/F3iMeCJX_Gs/s400/DSC00357.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSo1WckcmI/AAAAAAAAWe0/6ueUxIcw-OE/s1600/DSC00358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSo1WckcmI/AAAAAAAAWe0/6ueUxIcw-OE/s400/DSC00358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSo3lLSbWI/AAAAAAAAWe4/qKlkUKTZifk/s1600/DSC00360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSo3lLSbWI/AAAAAAAAWe4/qKlkUKTZifk/s400/DSC00360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've returned from a war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A war on finding knowledge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A war on knowing myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A war in a foreign place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to where I belong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's another war that I must fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A war for my own self and my country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will look back to this day someday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will not feel ashamed of what I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will not regret this day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day I embark on my final journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Poem aku buat tetiba. Entah best entah tak, aku tak kisah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sedar diri dah, aku akan jadi cikgu tak lama lagi. Setahun ja lagi nak habis semua. Ni la final lap untuk aku. Minta-minta la boleh dapat First Class, tak pun Second Class Upper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Dengar cerita assignment menggila, kurang yakin pada diri sendiri. Minta-minta dipermudahkan segala urusan. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8553906452802868204?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8553906452802868204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8553906452802868204&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8553906452802868204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8553906452802868204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-177-dah-masuk-year-4.html' title='Entry 177 - Dah Masuk Year 4'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSSon8al2wI/AAAAAAAAWec/k_YcvbWgYXk/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8981516210976442987</id><published>2011-01-05T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:44:33.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Entry 176 - Ngomelan Pagi Buta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok dah nak mula belajaq balik. Pukul 8 kena ada kat dewan besaq. Adoi, aku bangun pagi-pagi pun liat, ni pulak 8 pagi. Boleh guna alasan jet-lag tak lagi? Tadi dah tertidoq lepas mesej-mesej dengan awekku yang tercinta (^_^). Biasa la melepas rindu lama tak jumpa. Tapi terbangun balik. Susah nak tidoq macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam la isu hangat sekarang pasal asrama aku ni. Semua susah hati (tak tau la nak gambaqkan perasaan macam mana dah). Masa aku nak naik lif, ada notis tepi pintu lif. Semua orang kena ada satu loker ja dalam bilik. Kalau orang putih, dia akan cakap 'ambiguous'. Ayat tu merujuk kepada, sebuah bilik kena ada satu loker ja tak kisah la berapa orang dalam tu. Kalau 2, 3, 4, satu loker ja. Tapi takkan la aku ni bodoh sangat tafsir kan? Mesti la maksudnya seorang satu loker. Tapi Ya Allah, loker kecik ja. Barang aku banyak. Bukan aku seorang ja banyak. Ramai lagi. Ada yang bawak barang shipping dari oversea, mana nak taruk? Takkan nak biaq kat luar bagi orang curi kot? Ada bawa balik pinggan mangkuk Correll dengan Noritake (betui ka aku eja ni?). Haish. Tak selamat kot barang-barang letak luaq macam tu ja. Loker kecik tu tak mampu nak tampung barang. Sebab tu aku ada loker besaq, tapi tak tau la nanti orang nak check pun dia nak marah jugak. Habis dibuang barang-barang aku nanti (ada kemungkinan dicurik tak? Bukan boleh harap, tapi mintak simpang la).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi bukan setakat tu ja. Aku dengaq cerita kunci rumah warden tak bagi dekat penghuninya. Apa cerita ni? Takkan la tuan bilik tak boleh ada kunci sendiri kot? Masa aku mai awai-awai, nasib baik dapat kunci. Lepas tu hari ni aku dengaq kawan-kawan aku yang baru daftar, depa tak dapat kunci. Alasannya senang warden nak masuk buat spotcheck. Eh? Asrama tak ada master key ka? Pelik sungguh. Jenuh la macam ni. Tak selamat barang dalam bilik sendiri. Takkan la setiap kali aku nak heret laptop, kamera, dengan printer pi naik maktab? Dan ada la cerita kurang enak aku dengaq dari security jugak pasal isu tak bagi kunci ni. Paham-paham je la apa jadi kalau orang lain ada kunci kita. Tapi tu cakap orang lain, aku tak tau la macam mana. Cerita disampaikan dari mulut ke mulut ke mulut. Mungkin berubah-rubah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IPG rupanya dinaikkan taraf untuk sama dengan universiti. Tapi mak aku sendiri kata, kalau macam ni universiti, UM boleh gelak ja. Bikin malu. Asrama pun tunggang langgang. Bukan nak kutuk, tapi meja study tak boleh ada dalam bilik? Kena ada kat hall luaq? Macam prep time masa duk asrama sekolah-sekolah dulu. Pelik sungguh. Bukan semua orang boleh study ramai-ramai. Nanti jadi benda lain pulak. Nyembang sakan jadinya. Tak pun jadi port tempat main game macam DoTA. 15 orang serumah men masa study hahaha. Katil asrama pulak tak boleh buat jadi 'double decker'. Alasan yang aku dengar dari mulut orang ke orang, adalah sebab kami tak perlu katil susunan macam tu, dah terlalu tua untuk keadaan macam tu. Aiseh. Apa cerita ni? Sapa yang tua kata orang lain yang muda berkali ganda lagi ni? Askar pun ada katil macam tu. Tidoq lena ja. Backpackers pun ada, orang tua pun tidur kat atas. Haish. Pelik sungguh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi peliknya, ada wifi, tapi Facebook denagn YouTube kena block. Facebook? Serius? Friendster dengan MySpace lepas pulak. Facebook tu bagi aku memang kurang fungsinya dari segi akademik, tapi adalah alat untuk sosial yang lebih luas. Kawan-kawan kita mesti banyak bersepah kat Facebook. Salah ka ambik tau perkembangan depa? Peliknnya, macam nak putuskan hubungan kita dari dunia luaq pulak. Tersekat la minda kita kalau tak bercampur dengan orang lain jugak. Sedangnkan cikgu-cikgu pun duduk dekat kejiranan yang ada macam-macam profesion. YouTube pulak disekat kenapa? Takkan depa tak tau, ada banyak manfaat untuk kegunaan akademik. Aku pun takmau terangkan sangat kegunaan YouTube, tapi tu la sumber untuk assignment aku dulu-dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, macam biasa la, aku pun tak mau ambik kisah sangat. Aku nak habiskan sesi ni dengan belajar elok-elok. Tapi kalau orang duk buat perangai, bagi kita benci, haish, memang aku jaki sungguh-sungguh la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jam dah dekat 2.50 pagi. Baik aku tidoq sekarang. Tak bangun susah aku nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Sori la aku loghat utara malam ni. Saja. Tengah emo memang kena cakap macam ni. Takkan nak bercakap baku :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pp/s: Terima kasih yang klik butang 'like' facebook dekat blog aku. Tapi teringin jugak nak tau sapa yang klik. Apa kata komen sekali? Seronok hati dapat tengok orang baca blog aku :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8981516210976442987?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8981516210976442987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8981516210976442987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8981516210976442987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8981516210976442987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-176-ngomelan-pagi-buta.html' title='Entry 176 - Ngomelan Pagi Buta'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-857768752118459661</id><published>2011-01-03T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:29:56.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kembali Blogging'/><title type='text'>Entry 175 - Ippe-Gem-Ke-Ba.....BOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dah balik ke IPBA. Tapi nama IPBA sekarang dah tukar. Dulu namanya Institut Perguruan Bahasa-Bahasa Antarabangsa. Sekarang dah jadi Institut Pendidikan Guru Malaysia Kampus Bahasa Antarabangsa, atau dengan akronimnya, IPGMKBA. Dulu senang la sebut IPBA, sekarang nak sebut IPGMKBA tak tau macam mana dah. Ippe-gem-ke-ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bertolak ke KL dari Kulim pukul 5 pagi dengan abah dan mama aku. Sampai Tapah pukul 7 pagi, solat Subuh dulu, dan meneruskan perjalanan. Sampai Rawang, aku pun kena guna la GPS dekat handphone aku. Mana ingat dah jalan ke IPBA macam mana. Nasib baik Papago dengan GPS aku kurang buat hal macam NDrive (dulu GPS aku tunjuk kereta aku ada dalam laut dekat Pulau Pinang). Alhamdullillah, sampai area Bangsar, aku dapat lagi la cari jalan ikut Jalan Ara sampai ke asrama aku. Pukul 9 lebih macam tu la. Ramai orang datang daftar, sebab kebanyakan budak start kuliah hari ni dekat blok akademik. Tambahan lagi budak-budak datang daftar masuk asrama UniKL sebelah asrama aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah parking kereta dekat dalam, aku pun pergi la daftar dekat pejabat asrama. Haiya, isi borang lagi. Naik bosan isi nama aku berulang-ulang kali sebanyak 5-7 kali. Nama aku bukan pendek. Panjang. Lenguh menulis aku (mengada-ngada sungguh ^_^ ). Dah ambik kunci bilik aku, aku pun masuk la. Blok 1. Blok paling hujung sekali. Aduhai, dapat blok ni balik. Jeles dengan budak perempuan dapat blok 8 yang baru. Ada air-cond lagi. Blok 1, aku tengok, makin teruk ada la condition dia. Masuk-masuk bilik aku ja, sumpah, aku lemah semangat. Selerak, berdebu, lantai kotor. Abah aku jugak la yang duk mop bilik sambil lap loker dengan tingkap-tingkap. Aku nak buat tapi aku ni ada allergik kat habuk, nanti menjadi-jadi resdung aku. Ikut hati nak ja buat operation buang sinus aku, tapi kos operation dekat-dekat RM5000. Nak kahwin lagi. Nak beli lens lagi. Haish, tak buat lagi la operation ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi kerja aku adalah bawa barang-barang masuk dalam bilik ja. Berulang-ulang kali aku naik turun lif. Nasib baik aku duk tingkat 3 ja. Kalau dapat tingkat 7, lif rosak, memang sumpah kurus mati terus aku. Yang duk blok 4 memang best la sebab bangunan tu terjaga sikit, tapi dengar kata lif rosak. Lif rosak boleh repair. Bilik rosak, sapa nak ambik peduli? Nak repair semua, memang takkan jadi la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa tak salah la nak exaggerate, "I'm living in a shit hole ". Memang RM80 ja bulan-bulan, tapi tengok bilik, memang rasa susah nak belajar. Kenapa hidup kat oversea ni walaupun taraf pendidikan dia lagi tinggi dan lagi susah, ramai dapat handle? Sebab environment untuk belajar tu mantap. Aku tengok lantai bilik kawan aku, sampai pecah-pecah tile dia. Toilet seat pun kotor, nak duduk pun aku rasa jijik. Tak ada choice, kena guna jugak la nanti kan? Terpaksa la aku sanitize toilet seat tu untuk keselamatan dan kesihatan aku. Pengalaman cleaner aku ni berguna jugak rupanya hehehe. Kalau supervisor tempat kerja lama aku nampak asrama macam ni, bukan setakat mati terus, mati sambil maki hamun pun boleh jadi. Maaf yer Puan Silipi, tak sengaja melawak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi macam mana pun, dah ada tempat tidur tu, Alhamdullillah. Aku pun rasa lega la. RM80 tu macam tu boleh dapat, free elektrik dengan air dah, ok la kan? Internet sendiri beli. Wi-fi memang tak dapat. Kalau dapat blok 3 punya, slow nak mampus kata kawan aku. Kalau la boleh dapat pasang streamyx kat sini ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La ni tengah hujan lebat dekat KL. Aku nampak dari bilik aku, budak-budak laki dengan perempuan turun dari blok akademik terkedek-kedek jalan ke asrama. Lencun basah la korang lepas ni hahaha. Hurm, aku kena beli payung la (setelah dua tahun tak guna payung sebab Wellington memang tobat tak boleh guna payung, boleh patah kena tiup angin ja).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa-apa pun, ni la update terbaru aku. &lt;a href="http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-174-my-new-year-resolution.html"&gt;Resolusi 22 aku&lt;/a&gt; cakap kena update blog selalu. Dah 3 Januari. Terlepas entry untuk 1 dan 2 Januari. Tak kisah la. Nanti aku update pulak esok hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih kerana sudi membaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSFd6siRM3I/AAAAAAAAWeI/NmiIdKvwn84/s1600/2011-01-03+13.17.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSFd6siRM3I/AAAAAAAAWeI/NmiIdKvwn84/s320/2011-01-03+13.17.38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni blok 2, depan blok aku. Gambar luar ja sanggup ambik. Gambar dalam bilik sendiri, ya ampun -_-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-857768752118459661?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/857768752118459661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=857768752118459661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/857768752118459661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/857768752118459661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-175-ippe-gem-ke-babom.html' title='Entry 175 - Ippe-Gem-Ke-Ba.....BOM!'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TSFd6siRM3I/AAAAAAAAWeI/NmiIdKvwn84/s72-c/2011-01-03+13.17.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Taman Bukit Pantai, 59100 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.1220900577093875 101.66683673858643</georss:point><georss:box>3.1207510577093873 101.66501273858643 3.1234290577093877 101.66866073858642</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6294140058453216319</id><published>2010-12-31T23:59:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:59:03.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Entry 174 - My New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Between the junction of 11.59 p.m. 31/12/2010 and 12.00 a.m. 01/01/2011, I have yet to realize what I had achieved this year (2010). What changes had I made to myself, and to the others? And as normal as most people would do, I too have my own New Year Resolution (NYR). Despite that, who knows everything that we planned can be successfully carried out? Only God knows, and within His actions are what He deemed the best for us. Thank you Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my 2011 NYR. The items in this list is generated from a &lt;a href="http://www.moninavelarde.com/newyears/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TRzHBrWxIAI/AAAAAAAAWd4/k9cfJPyVqqM/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+31122010+15055+AM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TRzHBrWxIAI/AAAAAAAAWd4/k9cfJPyVqqM/s400/Fullscreen+capture+31122010+15055+AM.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat well. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I have too somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop. Collaborate. (and listen). &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Does that mean, more group works and be the silent partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid drama. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Dramas in real life, that I can avoid. TV series, now that's something I can't avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy the outdoors. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Sure, get more tan. Like I'm not tan enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say hi to a stranger. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Ma said to avoid strangers with candy, but if they have cash for free, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Care deeply. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;In the progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;See the good in people. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;That's tough to do, but I will give my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be a better person. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;An ongoing process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try my hand at astrophotography and photograph the stars. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;How the heck do I make sure my camera powers on for 3-4 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reconnect with an old friend. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;See, that's why Mark invented Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat more fruit. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I know, vitamins and minerals. Yadda Yadda Yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get some sleep. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Insomniac as I am, will give my best without sleeping pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spread kindness. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Spread kindness? Really? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share the remote control.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I'm the prince at my house. TVs are not cool like a PC. You can have the remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jog. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Healthy wise, I should do this more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touch my toes. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Why does this generator seems to know what I need to do, rather than what I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call Mom and Dad more often. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I will, thanks for the usual reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move around. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;You see, moving around without a context is ambiguous for me. I moved around so much in my house, so much that irritates my Mom to say, 'Stay still'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try a new cafe. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Excessive caffeine is not good for your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be available.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I prefer to appear off-line on YM. But that would make me socially declining isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sing out of tune. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;No worries, that I do best. No sweat at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start or actually update my blog. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Now this is something that I need to do. Do I need to promise myself, an entry for a day? I should, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spend more time with myself. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Ah, the self-pleasuring moments :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look up at the sky. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;And taste the acidic rains? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realize none of us are strangers. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Are we? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show gratitude. &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Thank you everyone! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's all that I have for now. What I need to have now is, determination and spirit to continue doing everything listed in here. I hope I will be able to do everything, although this is a bit general. Perhaps I will come up with something more specific, like, a photograph a day? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well folks, a Happy New Year to all! May the year be prosperous for all of us!&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/2433146832341765809-6294140058453216319?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6294140058453216319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6294140058453216319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6294140058453216319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6294140058453216319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-174-my-new-year-resolution.html' title='Entry 174 - My New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TRzHBrWxIAI/AAAAAAAAWd4/k9cfJPyVqqM/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+31122010+15055+AM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kulim, Kedah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.35095766116913 100.53309917449951</georss:point><georss:box>5.345616661169131 100.52580367449951 5.35629866116913 100.54039467449951</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2961813229365643636</id><published>2010-12-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:19:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 173 - Funny English</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit, I am not a good user of English although I'm going to be an English teacher in the future. However, there are times when I encounter wrongly used English in daily lives. Here's some example that I found in Engrish.com, a website featuring jokes on funny English. By the way, these are the top five of most popular Engrish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2010/12/anus-english-academy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2010/12/anus-english-academy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anus English Academy? What do they teach here? OMG!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/listen-to-mee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/listen-to-mee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very 'taiko' right? And yet so funny. LOL!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/hand-grenade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/hand-grenade.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this supposed to put out the fire, or burn it more?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/03/beware-of-missing-foot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/03/beware-of-missing-foot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what does this sign implies, but missing a foot? Scary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A menu of a Chinese Restaurant. How can a chicken be in the menu? Is it because it is rude?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's all for now! Thanks folks! Remember, you can make mistake in language, and it's absolutely fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2961813229365643636?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2961813229365643636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2961813229365643636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2961813229365643636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2961813229365643636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-173-funny-english.html' title='Entry 173 - Funny English'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2997576469382276832</id><published>2010-12-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:14:19.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 172 - A Few Reflection For Us To Ponder</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some reflections that some of you may be interested with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bch/lowres/bchn11l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bch/lowres/bchn11l.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that clever to say others are stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that rich to say others are poor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that good looking to say others are ugly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that morally good to say others are bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that pious to say others did not pray to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not that brave to say others are cowards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; We are clever if we spread our knowledge to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are rich if we manifest our treasures for a good reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are good looking if we always praise others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are good if we can guide others to goodness and became a role model for everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are pious if we can spend some of our daily routines for Him in full sincerity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are strong if we help the weak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are brave if we dare to defend the wrongly accused.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember that we are just human, and are not that great to insult His creations. He knows more and everything that happens, have a good reason behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard to enjoy an easy life, but it can be easy to suffer a difficult life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all for now! Hope you like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2997576469382276832?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2997576469382276832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2997576469382276832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2997576469382276832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2997576469382276832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-172-few-reflection-for-us-to.html' title='Entry 172 - A Few Reflection For Us To Ponder'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-4982537879536203019</id><published>2010-12-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:28:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 171 - Do You Want To Be Beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to share with everyone on a few beauty tips. I'm sure this would be helpful for all the ladies, but it can also be good for the gentlemen to know as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These beauty tips were written by Audrey Hepburn, a legend in U.S. film industry, and voted as &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/05/31/1085855500521.html"&gt;the most naturally beautiful woman of all time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7e/Audrey_Hepburn_Tiffany%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7e/Audrey_Hepburn_Tiffany%27s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn, from 1961 &lt;i&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll&amp;nbsp; never walk alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope these tips are helpful for you. Have a nice day :) &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/2433146832341765809-4982537879536203019?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4982537879536203019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=4982537879536203019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4982537879536203019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4982537879536203019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-171-do-you-want-to-be-beautiful.html' title='Entry 171 - Do You Want To Be Beautiful?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-4971466623655869473</id><published>2010-12-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:37:44.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 170 - I'm Home~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HELLO MALAYSIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm home! It's been a week since my&amp;nbsp;1 year, 9 months, 1 week, and 6 days voyage in the Oceania regions (New Zealand and Australia). I've been to Wellington, Palmerston North, Rotorua, Mount Ruapehu, and Auckland in New Zealand (which is in North Island of NZ), and also Brisbane, Gold Coast, Adelaide, Hobart, Melbourne, and Sydney (mostly in Eastern and&amp;nbsp;Southern&amp;nbsp;side of Australia). Man, the world is so huge, and I don't think I can go to all places (although it's my dream to be everywhere).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's talk about Malaysia now. Where should I start? Weather? Yes, it should be first. When I first arrived in KLIA, man, it is really hot and humid! Call me 'mengada-ngada' or bitching about the temperature, but hey, I had been to a place where it's really cold in winter, but just warm enough in summer, and that's for almost two years. Of course my body had adapted to the temperatures over there. It will take a while for me to get used to this weather, which is 26°C in Kulim because of the raining season. It will go higher in January onwards, maybe reaching 34°C or 36°C especially in KL. Oh God, please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, what's next? People? Of course! A country is made of its people, right? I remember Malaysia being a nice place to stay with all the people are polite to each other. Or at least, respective. These days? I don't know where to start actually. I heard a radio snippets from Dato' Seri Utama Dr. Rais Yatim, who talked about the need for Malaysians to be&amp;nbsp;encouraged&amp;nbsp;to speak politely, being courteous, and possess a well-mannered behaviour. All is important especially for those who are in the trading or tourism business. But what I saw, or treated was totally&amp;nbsp;opposite&amp;nbsp;of the appeal. I remember giving a greeting in Islam manner which is 'Assalamualaikum' to a cashier, but was treated coldly without any response. As soon as I made my payment, the cashier just gave the change, and go back to sleep at the counter. This is somehow unacceptable to me, as I think that it's okay for him to sleep, but please be courteous to your customers. At least a thank you is sufficient, even more with a smile. Okay, this is not a generalization to everything. That was just an example in my daily life. I'm not sure how's yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crime. Everywhere, there is crime, in our world of course. But Malaysia, with brutal murders? Why is it happening? Is it because of the influence coming from illegal workers who I heard are exiled murderers from their own countries? Why is it, Malaysia is allowing such people to roam freely? We are too soft on our own law, and more and more outsiders are coming into our countries for better living. But hey, who is actually suffering now? In China as I recalled, had made a stern warning to every trespassers, and I shall rephrased it: "You come in without consent, we have the licence to shoot your heads, or balls". Nah, that's just an&amp;nbsp;exaggeration. You catch my drift? You should. Even Singapore is doing the same. Why can't we? Are we too concern with humanitarian acts, and softly wanting to settle this in a peaceful way? I watched on the news, illegal workers who were caught are places in detention centres. They get free meals. Tell me, if we're able to send them away to their countries (which I know doesn't want to accept them back), how much are we able to save? How many mouth and tummies of our own people who are suffering can be filled? How many kilometres of roads can be repaired or improved? Man, these illegal workers are causing our nations a loss in economical terms. In another aspect, more people are turning to loan sharks due to incapability to deal with financial problem. Those who are succumbed to threats by the loan sharks, would do anything to solve their problem. That involved a kidnapping of a student in Nursing College, which made into news on prime channels on television. We must acknowledge that Malaysia, although is getting back on its feet after experiencing depressing economy momentum, the real disadvantage are experienced by the citizens, who mostly came from low-income families. I'm not criticizing anyone, or condemning anything, but when people are pushed to a border of obligation, they will do anything. Any mean necessary to survive, including doing all the dirty works. Oh Malaysia, I wish everything can be returned to the same peaceful era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Politic? Another area that makes life in Malaysia, a bit spicier. Hey, there's many parties, being united under many umbrellas, and all are fighting to gain positions in the government. Who wouldn't? And how many wouldn't want to let go of their positions? Lots!&amp;nbsp;Plato quoted: "Democracy passes into despotism".&amp;nbsp;And we can't blame that, as long as they are doing their jobs, but please be nice to everyone, be it from your supporters, or the oppositions, as everyone is fighting hard to live. What I can't stand these days are the name-calling, ridicule each other, and many kinds of dirty tricks. Hey both sides, stop being childish and please unite. It's not you who will go to heaven if you're fighting each other, but it's the citizens who are living in hell. And yes I know, it's hard to let go of your own principles or agendas, but please remember, the position that you are pursuing for is not for yourselves, it's for the citizens. Man, I'm not good to talk about politics. After all, I don't want to be involved in this ridiculous game. It will be a childish game if the politic is staying the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my, I had been babbling. Pardon me if my words hurt anyone, but admit it, there are times when your words do hurt us too. So it's a give or take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, I feel good to be back home in Malaysia. It will better if there's less problem these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: I still couldn't decide on which phone network services that I should subscribe to? I just want to use prepaid, postpaid is too much for me who is still not working. And what wireless broadband should I use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-4971466623655869473?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971466623655869473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=4971466623655869473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4971466623655869473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4971466623655869473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-170-im-home.html' title='Entry 170 - I&apos;m Home~'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8175031526876187278</id><published>2010-10-31T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:58:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 169 - Places I Had Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to share with you of the places that I had been. As a Malaysian, I obviously would have covered the northern states including Kedah, Pulau Pinang, and Perlis. Although I never been to Sarawak and Sabah which are on the other side of Malaysia, interestingly I also never been to the southern part of Malaysia which is Johor. Not reaching Johor also means not Singapore as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I had been studying in Wellington, New Zealand for almost 2 years, honestly, out of the 15 major cities in New Zealand, I can honestly said that I had been to 4 of them: Wellington, Palmerston North, Rotorua, and Auckland. And I still wish to go to Queenstown, Christchurch, Otago, Dunedin, even Invercargil, or Cape Reinga, or anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However for Australia, given the reason that my girlfriend is studying there, I had been to almost half of the cities in Eastern Australia: Brisbane, Gold Coast, Melbourne, Sydney, Hobart, and Adelaide. Oh I wish I can see the Red Rock, what's its name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cities that I wish to go in the future: Paris, Tokyo, Venice, Zurich, New York, Agra, Mekah, Cairo, Mexico City, London, and the list goes on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I used the tripadvisor travel map, to plot the cities that I had been. Now I realized, I had been to a small part only in this world. I wish I can live a long life, and good fortune too so I can travel everywhere. Oh God please make me rich :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ta_travelmap" style="width: 430px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/CommunityMapImage?id=55010529&amp;amp;type=TRIPADVISOR&amp;amp;size=LARGE" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul id="ta_links"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/members/KhirolAmir"&gt;View my profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create your own &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MemberProfile-cpt" style="color: #3860b0; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;travel map&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/" style="color: #3860b0; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find the best &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/VacationRentals" style="color: #3860b0; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;vacation rentals&lt;/a&gt; at TripAdvisor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, that's all for today! Will be heading home for good in late November, and I haven't packed everything yet, nor ready to go home. Well, that is another story. Hope everyone having a good upcoming summer for the Southern hemisphere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8175031526876187278?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8175031526876187278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8175031526876187278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8175031526876187278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8175031526876187278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-169-places-i-had-been.html' title='Entry 169 - Places I Had Been'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-3131521590736155121</id><published>2010-10-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:13:05.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 168 - Masam Manis? Kehidupan? Bukan la. Udang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah habis semua, aku pun dah start kerja balik macam biasa. Maklum la kerja shift malam, nak makan malam pun tak sempat. Jadi aku beli sushi ja dekat New World Supermarket. Tapi, sushi. Alahai, tak kenyang perut. Balik-balik rumah, sambil sembang dengan awek aku, mula la ngadu lapar :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak makan tapi malas masak. Sebab tak ada idea. Awek aku pun suggest macam-macam, tapi still malas. Sebab, nak kena ada bawang la, halia la. Leceh sikit sebab aku ni, kalau ada bawang pun, malas nak kupas kulit. Aku ni suka instant ja. Masuk ja apa yang ada, siap terus. Nasi ayam cara aku pun instant. Masukkan ayam masak sekali dengan beras. Jadi la Nasi Ayam. Hahahaha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi aku pun tanya, nak makan apa senang sikit? Awek aku tanya ada apa? Ada udang. Ok, boleh buat udang goreng kunyit. Aisey, kunyit tak ada :)&amp;nbsp;Sos apa-apa ada? Ada, banyak. Sos tiram, cili, tomato semua ada. Okay, boleh buat udang sweet sour. Yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, aku pun ke dapur la untuk memasak. Nak tengok hasilnya? Kejap, kena dengar cerita aku dulu hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TL2J6Z17XgI/AAAAAAAAWcw/0ReDv_rVIEE/s1600/2010-10-20+00.55.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TL2J6Z17XgI/AAAAAAAAWcw/0ReDv_rVIEE/s320/2010-10-20+00.55.57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahan-bahan memasak: Sos tiram, garam, sos cili, sos tomato.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulak modify letak black pepper dengan kicap masin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Setelah bertungkus lumus memasak (aik, masak simple pun bertungkus lumus jugak?), siap la masakan aku ni. Rasa tak tau lagi. Masuk mulut nanti tau la hahaha. Okay la, aku nak makan dulu kawan-kawan!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TL2J5ADTv7I/AAAAAAAAWcs/taA-BDQIj48/s1600/2010-10-20+00.54.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TL2J5ADTv7I/AAAAAAAAWcs/taA-BDQIj48/s320/2010-10-20+00.54.33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni la masakan aku. Siap dimasak pukul 1 pagi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Sambil aku tulis blog ni, aku dapat mesej dari awek aku. Saja la nak kongsi haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it's too late to wish you now, but in aussie, it's still 19th of October. it means that we've been together for 31 months. so, just wanna wish you, happy 31st months anniversary sayang! thanks for all your love, for always being by my side, for going through all the hardship wit me, for being loyal and for making me smiles. i really2 appreciate it. thanks for everything sayang. i love and miss you so much. can't wait to see you in malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note sendiri: Thanks to you to Sayang. It's me who should be thankful, cuz you changed me to be a better man (a man who can cook?). See you soon in Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Gua tangkap leleh sekarang ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-3131521590736155121?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3131521590736155121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=3131521590736155121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3131521590736155121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/3131521590736155121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-168-masam-manis-kehidupan-bukan.html' title='Entry 168 - Masam Manis? Kehidupan? Bukan la. Udang!'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TL2J6Z17XgI/AAAAAAAAWcw/0ReDv_rVIEE/s72-c/2010-10-20+00.55.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-886063577576162828</id><published>2010-10-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:22:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 167 - Blog Fotografi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu-dulu aku ada cakap pasal nak buat blog untuk photography. Jadi, dua hari lepas, aku dah mulakan initiatif untuk memulakan blog ni. Moga-moga dapat berkembang menjadi blog yang bermanfaat untuk peminat fotografi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mai la lawat&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.khirolamir.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bila Khirol Cakap Pasal Fotografi&lt;/a&gt;. Kalau nak follow pun boleh juga :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-886063577576162828?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/886063577576162828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=886063577576162828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/886063577576162828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/886063577576162828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-167-blog-fotografi.html' title='Entry 167 - Blog Fotografi'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-7967017180653422773</id><published>2010-10-16T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:22:16.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kembali Blogging'/><title type='text'>Entry 166 - Kembali Ke Dunia Blogging</title><content type='html'>Wahai blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila waktu aku terakhir update blog aku? May 1, 2010? Lama sangat terbiar. Kalau la blog ni dah tak disentuh sebegini lama, aku rasa boleh bersawang terus. Maaf kawan-kawan. Sibuk sangat-sangat. Sekarang ni, otak aku sendiri dah mati akal nak tulis apa. Maklum la, otak banyak guna fikir nak tulis assignment. Berderet-deret assignment. Semua orang pun macam tu agaknya. Tapi aku tabik kepada orang yang boleh update blog lagi even ada kerja. Aku mungkin bukan macam tu. Dulu aku mengaku aku ni orang yang boleh 'multitasking', tapi sekarang, aku sedar mana limit aku. Tak mengapa, memandangkan sekarang jari-jari aku dah mula bertatih atas keyboard, mungkin esok lusa akan mula berjalan dan berlari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perkara pertama yang nak tulis sekarang adalah, aku nak memanjatkan kesyukuran kepada Allah kerana, secara rasminya, aku dah habis semester pengajian di New Zealand. Tinggal beberapa minggu lagi ja nak balik Malaysia. Do you hear that? A few more weeks, and I will be seeing the faces of home! Ok, aku tau aku tak bertempik macam orang lain nak balik Malaysia sangat-sangat. Mungkin pasal aku rasa macam tak ready lagi nak balik. Macam banyak lagi benda tak buat kat sini. Sebagai contoh, walaupun aku belajar kat NZ, tak pernah sekali pun aku jejak kaki dekat South Island. Dan aku la orang yang paling banyak jejak kaki dekat Australia. Dah tiga kali dah. First time tahun lepas, dekat Brisbane dan Gold Coast dari 23/06/2009 - 09/07/2009. Tahun ni, aku pergi ikut Australia Winter Trip (Adelaide, Hobart, Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane &amp;amp; Gold Coast) dari 05/06/2010 - 24/06/2010. Kali ketiga pula di Sydney untuk hadiri Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin Golf Charity 2010 dari 08/10/2010 - 11/10/2010. Jadi bayangkanlah, banyak duit aku keluar berjalan tempat lain dari NZ sendiri. Macam mana la nak jalan kat sini yer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebut pasal nak balik, banyak benda nak dibuat sebenarnya. Nak packing barang-barang ni paling payah sekali. Sebab aku banyak sangat barang. Baju-baju, buku-buku,&amp;nbsp;souvenir, dan macam-macam lagi. Anggaran nak hantar balik semua barang ni adalah dalam $400 lebih. Minta-minta la harga ni ja. Lagi mahal memang aku jual ja dekat Recycle Boutique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Insyaallah minggu depan, aku akan pergi surfing! Coordinator aku, Jonathan bayar pergi surfing tu. Lepas ni aku jadi Aussie bloke la hahaha (perasan badan hot pulak). Takpe, sekarang pun hot jugak kan? Yezza, tepuk tangan dan bersiul sendiri-sendiri :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hurm, apa lagi mau tulis? Maaf &amp;nbsp;la. Otak tak dapat tulis secara kreatif lagi. Banyak sangat otak tertumpu buat assignment. Memang tak ada masa untuk buat benda-benda macam ni. Tapi tu la motivasi aku sekarang, untuk duduk kembali dan mula menulis. Menajamkan kembali fikiran, berkongsi pengalaman, mengikuti perkembangan kawan-kawan yang lain. Semoga kembalinya aku di dunia blogging juga dapat membuka minat baru sebagai contoh, Photo Blogging / Class / Showcase. Aku mau promo juga blog kawan aku Niko, yang sekarang buka kelas fotografi. Ni &lt;a href="http://fidryaizam.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog dia&lt;/a&gt;. Kipas maut photography ni ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, ramai mesti tanya, kenapa semacam ja blog ni. Ada tangan, ada epal merah. Aik, Twilight fan ke ni? Hahaha. Entah, aku pun tak tau kenapa. Nak buat sendiri, tak reti sangat editing nak buat gambar sebagai template blog. Idea aku, nak pegang durian pulak (total mock up Twilight, jadi Subuh :P ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay la kawan-kawan. Terima kasih kerana sudi berkunjung. Semoga korang dapat bagi sokongan jugak pada aku. Insyaallah, aku akan masukkan material-material yang bermanfaat. Yang tak bermanfaat? Google sendiri, sini bukan tempat buat dosa hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih tidak terkira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudi-sudilah melawat blog ini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hati saya sangat gembira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Insyaallah akan ada berita terkini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian, wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khirol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TLlqPbBAVhI/AAAAAAAAWco/ZhAZA_6JAIo/s1600/DSC00192_resize.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TLlqPbBAVhI/AAAAAAAAWco/ZhAZA_6JAIo/s320/DSC00192_resize.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar aku yang paling latest. Dah kurus kan hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-7967017180653422773?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7967017180653422773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=7967017180653422773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7967017180653422773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/7967017180653422773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-166-kembali-ke-dunia-blogging.html' title='Entry 166 - Kembali Ke Dunia Blogging'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TLlqPbBAVhI/AAAAAAAAWco/ZhAZA_6JAIo/s72-c/DSC00192_resize.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-6042881396488053642</id><published>2010-04-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:08:36.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 165 - Rendang Ayam &amp; Formatting Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am really hungry right now because I just finished with my work at the library tonight (last night - 31 April 2010). But I'm annoyed with my &lt;a href="http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/entry-109-my-new-netbook.html"&gt;HP Mini&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;since it's OS is really slow. I decided to format it. Windows 7 or Ubuntu? So, I decided to go with Windows 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But wait, I'm still hungry. I can't format my laptop like this. But I don't know what to cook, and especially at midnight, I don't feel like cooking at all. My girlfriend suggested fried rice, and it turns out that I made Rendang Ayam. Funny thing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I prepared Rendang Ayam and format my netbook. Quite a productive midnight eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxkFX33ZI/AAAAAAAAWag/KQkUqjLJcws/s1600/DSC0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxkFX33ZI/AAAAAAAAWag/KQkUqjLJcws/s320/DSC0421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rendang Ayam and my netbook&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxkjPS1mI/AAAAAAAAWak/Ny84Zk9S1XE/s1600/DSC0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxkjPS1mI/AAAAAAAAWak/Ny84Zk9S1XE/s320/DSC0426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rendang Ayam from above&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxlCi-HmI/AAAAAAAAWao/AxRQBbTS_eQ/s1600/DSC0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxlCi-HmI/AAAAAAAAWao/AxRQBbTS_eQ/s320/DSC0429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rendang Ayam close up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxlpECGtI/AAAAAAAAWas/4tnA5N-b_Zg/s1600/DSC0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxlpECGtI/AAAAAAAAWas/4tnA5N-b_Zg/s320/DSC0435.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My netbook close&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gonna eat now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-6042881396488053642?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6042881396488053642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=6042881396488053642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6042881396488053642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/6042881396488053642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-165-rendang-ayam-formatting.html' title='Entry 165 - Rendang Ayam &amp; Formatting Laptop'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S9rxkFX33ZI/AAAAAAAAWag/KQkUqjLJcws/s72-c/DSC0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5295848402529324796</id><published>2010-04-29T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:20:57.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart pounding moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brisbane'/><title type='text'>Entry 164 - Winter Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a few more weeks to meet with my girlfriend. Can't wait for that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/qantas%20airline/gwlchang/2002%20Australia/7fff.jpg?o=3" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb298/gwlchang/2002%20Australia/7fff.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qantas Airline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some of my friends who had been travelling out of Wellington on Easter Holiday to various places, I'm really glad for you. For me who stays in Wellington and complete my assignment, it's not a fun holiday. That's why I'm really looking forward to 5th June of 2010. I will be going to Adelaide, Hobart, Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane and Gold Coast. A trip with my girlfriend. At Brisbane, our parents and my girlfriend's sister will join in the fun as well. Ooh, this is going to be great! It's like I'm getting my revenge for dull Easter Holiday. Qada' all the fun I have into a blast winter holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C'mon 5th of June! I'm waiting for you!&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/2433146832341765809-5295848402529324796?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5295848402529324796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5295848402529324796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5295848402529324796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5295848402529324796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-blog-just-few-more-weeks-to-meet.html' title='Entry 164 - Winter Trip 2010'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb298/gwlchang/2002%20Australia/th_7fff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>27 Talavera Terrace, Kelburn, Wellington 6012, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.284298 174.771524</georss:point><georss:box>-41.288329 174.7642285 -41.280267 174.7788195</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8192269151065187693</id><published>2010-04-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:55:27.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 163 - Kala Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku saja la nak ceritakan apa yang terjadi kelmarin lepas. Macam yang korang tahu (tahu ke), aku kerja sebagai cleaner di sini. Al maklum la shift malam, habis kerja pun pukul 11 malam. Atas sebab kemalasan nak berjalan balik ke rumah nun atas bukit, aku pun mengambil langkah malas ke perhentian bas (cewah, lama tak guna perkataan perhentian bus, asyik bus stop ja).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kala aku menunggu bas sambil menengok jam, aku terdengar bunyi riuh rendah. Ada la satu kumpulan lelaki-lelaki muda depan kelab malam (bertentangan perhentian bas), asyik mengorat gadis-gadis yang lalu. Dah la tak dapat dingorati, sampai ke pasangan yang dah ada boyfriend girlfriend pun dikacau. Tak layan kena marah. Tak faham aku, kalau dah tak dapat tu, tak payah la nak terhegeh-hegeh marah orang lain kan? Apa-apa pun, kalau diorang buang perangai kacau orang, tak mabuk-mabuk, cakap elok-elok, aku yakin, ada ja manusia yang akan jatuh hati. Tak perlu nak berlagak hero, tak perlu nak meloncat tengah jalan tak pasal-pasal. Bagi aku, setiap tempat ada fungsinya sendiri. Kalau ko pergi sekolah, belajar. Kalau ko pergi kelab malam, menari. Kalau ko gi rumah ibadat, sembahyang. Jangan buat benda lain yang bukan-bukan. (Okay, habis dah ceramah aku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya aku di perhentian bas di kampus aku, aku pun mengorak langkah ke arah rumahku di hujung kaki bukit kampus aku. Tapi tetiba rasa dahaga pulak. Ye la, kerja 5 jam, mesti la dahaga. Nak pergi kedai, mana buka dah malam-malam dekat kawasan aku. Jadi aku terfikir la nak masuk dalam bangunan kampus aku, cari vendor machine. Masa aku nak keluar, aku terperasan, dekat tangga yang terlindung, satu benda yang mengejutkan aku. Hantu! Dua pulak tu. Wah, jarang nak nampak hantu dekat sini. Dah la seronok bergomol. Bunyi dah la macam tengah mengilai. Okay, jangan ada yang lepas baca ni takut pula nak ke kampus malam-malam. Aku maksudkan, pasangan yang tengah hangat bercinta dan beradu kasih. Hebat hantu-hantu ni. Kalau la seks di sini bebas, kenapa tak cari ja hotel, tak pun rumah sendiri? Kan aku dah cakap tadi, setiap tempat ada fungsinya kan? Jadi, tangga tu, huish. Dah la dekat tangga ni macam-macam boleh jadi. Mati tergolek dari tangga pun ada kes. Jadi nak berasmara di situ ka? Haish, ada tempatnya kalau nak buat macam tu pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantak la apa diorang nak buat. Takkan la aku nak rekod video kan? Lepas tu jual. Terbaik. Duit dapat buat makan. Lagi la terbaik kan? Jadi, aku pun blah je la dari situ. Niat hati nak balik rumah cepat-cepat la. Tapi ketika aku amibil jalan pintas dengan melintas padang bola, aku terdetik hati untuk berhenti sekejap. Aku mendongak tengok atas, melihat langit. Ya Allah, banyaknya bintang-bintang. Dah lama aku tak nampak langit macam ni. Ditambah dengan bayu yang aman dari arah laut, dan rumput padang yang lembut dipijak, berbumbungkan bintang-bintang, aku rasa aman. Sangat tenang. Kalau la malam tu tak sejuk sangat, mungkin aku dah letak tilam dan tidur situ. Aku rasa hilang semua masalah aku. Hanya aku dan Tuhan sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik-balik rumah, kembali membuat assignment. Realiti kehidupannya, hidup ini adalah satu perjuangan. Yang aku mampu lakukan, berdoa dan berusaha untuk segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah, assignment tu aku dah hantar. Walaupun lemas bertungkus lumus, tapi lepas hantar tu, aku terasa Allah angkat beban dari dada aku. Rasa aman sangat. Yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Cuti Easter ada seminggu lagi. Orang lain berjalan-jalan, aku pulak? Hurm, tak boleh jadi ni. Aku kena pergi jugak mana-mana. Jalan-jalan ambil gambar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8192269151065187693?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8192269151065187693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8192269151065187693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8192269151065187693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8192269151065187693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-163-kala-malam.html' title='Entry 163 - Kala Malam'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1473696809529145530</id><published>2010-04-05T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:34:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 162 - I Feel That It's Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I had quite a time regretting about not doing my assignment earlier. It's too much, and I felt that I can't take this anymore. I'm not like anyone who is so damn good with their words, know what to write, and can write a good piece of writing within a short time. Heck, even if I had longer time, it will take every mental resources in me to produce one. Some may laugh at me as they will think that I'm an idiot, who is not good with my words. I remember once a lecturer commented on my writing. Too simple. I was shocked. What does that mean? Do I have to complicate my own idea, just to look 'intelligent'? And here I am, thinking that when one is writing, he should keep it simple as it will help other readers. I'm not talking about writing a poem, you can put trashes of words and it will look beautiful (take Shakespeare for instance; everyone claims his writing is romantic and melancholic, beautiful and out of this world, but hey, he wrote in a language style that people during that era doesn't even speak, yet people this day said he's God in writing). Irony. I know, some will get mad at me, and disagree with me for the way I spoke of him, and how I think that writing should be simplified. There are thousands of scholarly&amp;nbsp; articles written by great educationalists, theorists, philosophers (the most ridiculous words-twister), et cetera , which utilizes complex sentences to deliver a meaning, yet can be said in a simpler way (when I said it's complex, I mean real complex). I know some of my friends are good writers, and some are terrible ones. And I like to put myself a little bit to the middle. I know some will mock me for my own writing (even for this entry). You see, there are people who are linguistically intelligent and I'm really sure I'm not one of them. This linguistic people are excellent at noticing what went wrong with the languages, and quickly pointing out other people's mistakes. Look man, I appreciate what you're doing, but not everyone is the same as you, not everyone is capable of writing as good as you, and not everyone can receive critics well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am wondering, has I stopped learning? I had tough time to understand an article. Sometimes I can't focus my attention on few sentences, as if the words, or rather, the alphabets, are dancing in and out from the text. Dyslexia? No, I don't think so. I guess it has to do with my own problem. I hate reading, to be honest. And yeah, I heard everyone said that reading is the window to knowledge. Even our Prophet was asked to read in the name of God. Yet, I hate reading. Is it because I am not a book-person? I enjoyed listening and speaking to others, I prefer drawing than writing, I love playing sports and musical instruments. Some may point out to me, hey, it's Gardner's Theory. Clearly, I'm all of the major spectrum in the Intelligent Types but clearly, linguistic is not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, though I keep rambling about my own problem, I know, assignment must be written, journal articles must be read, and your life, you shouldn't be grumpy about it. Maybe it's time for me to move on and make a change. I'm hoping that I will be able to become a more complete person (and I doubt this phrase is grammatically correct).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For my friends who will be going to South Island, have a blast! I wish I can go, but I'm saving the fun for this end of the year with my girlfriend (and I hope my parents as well). Do tell me what I need to see okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: I almost spend $95 for 10 minutes scenic ride on a helicopter. Twice. I will ride it once and capture the Wellington City from the sky. Can't wait for the chance. And yes, skydiving too!&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/2433146832341765809-1473696809529145530?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1473696809529145530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1473696809529145530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1473696809529145530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1473696809529145530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-162-i-feel-that-its-hard.html' title='Entry 162 - I Feel That It&apos;s Hard'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5493985198374493128</id><published>2010-03-25T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:08:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 161 - Ducks and Mannequin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As an amateur photographer, I always admired those who have the eyes that are keen and can identify a place which can make a regular, everyday scene, and turn it into a great one. Creative. For me, there's no other words that can best explain their gifts. Nevertheless, if you own a camera, why not just head out from your house and just snap any photos that you want. Sometimes, out of hundreds that you may snapped, there will be few that are really beautiful. And that's what I did today. I went out from my house and snapped everything. Here's some thumbnails that you might want to see. For a bigger image (not more than 640 x 480), please visit my Facebook album &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=159732&amp;amp;id=724029210"&gt;here (click me!&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBRiztZEI/AAAAAAAAWYw/eGsBjqhGnxM/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBRiztZEI/AAAAAAAAWYw/eGsBjqhGnxM/s640/Contact+Sheet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBTY7qNxI/AAAAAAAAWY0/WuAo80vXX6Q/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBTY7qNxI/AAAAAAAAWY0/WuAo80vXX6Q/s640/Contact+Sheet2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBW6B7BKI/AAAAAAAAWY4/gWZOa9JgMg8/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBW6B7BKI/AAAAAAAAWY4/gWZOa9JgMg8/s640/Contact+Sheet3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBaEkMYWI/AAAAAAAAWY8/TOJI9Wtzpeg/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBaEkMYWI/AAAAAAAAWY8/TOJI9Wtzpeg/s640/Contact+Sheet4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBb0vpBuI/AAAAAAAAWZA/jWllS2-2X3E/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBb0vpBuI/AAAAAAAAWZA/jWllS2-2X3E/s640/Contact+Sheet5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBdVj1pUI/AAAAAAAAWZE/561yZ8oPwQI/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBdVj1pUI/AAAAAAAAWZE/561yZ8oPwQI/s640/Contact+Sheet6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBeVG3TvI/AAAAAAAAWZI/0QMT-9Gukkk/s1600-h/Contact+Sheet7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBeVG3TvI/AAAAAAAAWZI/0QMT-9Gukkk/s640/Contact+Sheet7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the photos are good, give a thumb up. If it's awesome, give it two thumbs up. If it's really, really damn good, perhaps you may want to use your finger toes as well LOL. Okay guys, I will try to put more stuff in this blog. I know it has long be deserted. My bad. Alright, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-5493985198374493128?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5493985198374493128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5493985198374493128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5493985198374493128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5493985198374493128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blog-as-amateur-photographer-i.html' title='Entry 161 - Ducks and Mannequin'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S6tBRiztZEI/AAAAAAAAWYw/eGsBjqhGnxM/s72-c/Contact+Sheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-5578185497583315510</id><published>2010-03-15T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:29:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 160 - Parlez-vous français?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tergeliat wor lidah cakap Bahasa Perancis. Mau pusing-pusing sembur air liur bila cakap. Tapi seronok belajar, sebab dapat jumpa bahasa baru. Dulu memang aku suka Bahasa Jepun, tapi kena abaikan sebab nak kena belajar Kanji dan Hiragana lagi. Banyak nak kena ubah. Tak apa la, French pun bagus jugak. Antara bahasa rasmi yang terbanyak digunakan di dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak kena hafal ni, tapi insyaallah, boleh buat. Selagi ada tekad, selagi tu hati akan terus terasa ingin terus belajar. Nanti aku nak upload la video aku cakap French macam mana. Mana tau nanti korang pun boleh belajar sekali. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-5578185497583315510?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5578185497583315510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=5578185497583315510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5578185497583315510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/5578185497583315510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-160-parlez-vous-francais.html' title='Entry 160 - Parlez-vous français?'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-1560812074669479951</id><published>2010-03-04T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:45:49.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 159 - Aku Ada Nama Jugak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam hidup kita ni, kadang-kadang ada saja terjumpa manusia yang memang akan sentiasa buat diri kita ni sakit hati kan? Tak boleh ka kita ni hidup aman, dan saling hormat-menghormati? Dah besar panjang oi, akal ada. Kita bukan budak sekolah. Masa kecik-kecik dulu duk mengejek kawan-kawan dengan nama mak bapak atau tok-tok kita, takpa la. Kawan-kawan sekolah, kecik-kecik lagi. Hari ni gaduh, esok dah lupa. Ini dah besar dah, dah patutnya matang. Takda sebab dah nak main permainan bodoh macam ni. Malu kat orang lain ja kalau buat perangai budak-budak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ada nama okay? Khirol Azuddin bin Amir Noordin. Mak bapak aku bagi nama sedap-sedap dah, tak payah ko nak tukar dan panggil aku dengan gelaran bukan-bukan. Kalau ko nak tau, gelaran tu mungkin satu jenaka kat ko, dan mungkin juga gelaran untuk mengejek aku. Tapi aku hanya laksanakan tugas aku, dan jaga kebajikan semua orang. Aku tak bermusuh dengan ko pun. Ingat, ko jejak kaki ja kat sini, aku jugak yang bertemu korang. Ingat, walaupun aku tua lagi dari ko, tapi aku masih hormat lagi semua orang, dan patutnya macam tu jugak la ko kena hormat pada aku. Perasaan hormat itu patutnya diraih, dan bukan dipaksa. Aku hormat ko mula-mula, tapi sekarang ko cari pasal, hilang rasa hormat aku pada ko. Dan aku tak kisah pun ko nak hormat aku ke tak lepas ni. Sebab aku bukan hipokrit nak senyum sepanjang masa. Aku ada perasaan jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, aku lepas geram dekat sini. Kalau aku lepaskan geram aku dekat ko, aku rasa aku macam orang bodoh. Sebab patutnya ko yang kena sedar diri. Sila la buat perangai macam tu, aku nak tengok macam mana orang lain akan bertahan dengan ko satu masa nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-1560812074669479951?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1560812074669479951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=1560812074669479951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1560812074669479951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/1560812074669479951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-159-aku-ada-nama-jugak.html' title='Entry 159 - Aku Ada Nama Jugak'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-9029150050135449214</id><published>2010-02-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:45:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 158 - Cerita Baru Minggu Ini Dan Sebelumnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila sekarang ni dah tak sibuk, boleh la aku tulis blog balik. Hu, bersawang dah rasanya. Banyak cerita yang jadi, tapi tak dapat aku nak tulis sebab banyak hal yang jadi. Aku nak mulakan dari mana yer? Apa kata, tengok dulu gambar salah satu kerja aku. Cuci pinggan mangkuk di pejabat CEO Wellington City Council.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZykyPu1BI/AAAAAAAAWVs/5bINAXFpNyk/s1600-h/SNC00077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZykyPu1BI/AAAAAAAAWVs/5bINAXFpNyk/s320/SNC00077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Pinggan, gelas, jag, sudu, dan  garpu yang sudah dibersih,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZylvQv-BI/AAAAAAAAWVw/G5EnEw9OaF0/s1600-h/SNC00078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZylvQv-BI/AAAAAAAAWVw/G5EnEw9OaF0/s320/SNC00078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantikkan susunan aku  buat?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZymCHE2rI/AAAAAAAAWV0/S7tSFIdmX8Y/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZymCHE2rI/AAAAAAAAWV0/S7tSFIdmX8Y/s320/SNC00092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sampah yang bertimbun,  sebenarnya ada dua kali trip yang dibuat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kerja kat pejabat CEO hari tu memang memenatkan aku. Dah la bertimbun-timbun, buat seorang saja (gambar di atas adalah gambar setelah separuh dari pinggan mangkuk disusun balik di rak asal). Penyelia aku tak datang untuk tolong aku, jadi aku penat gila buat, sampai sejam lebih. Nak buat yang dekat pejabat CEO ni lecehnya sebab kena buat betul-betul. Kalau tak, nanti kena complaint dengan kerani. Hek eleh, bos ko tak complaint, kerani pulak yang melebih-lebih. *Baik, mode mengamuk dah hilang*. Yang gambar sampah pulak tu, memang banyak gila hari tu. Bertimbun. Dua kali kena buang. 4 troli sampah. Gila ka apa orang City Council ni? Haiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selang beberapa hari bekerja dekat City Council, aku bekerja pulak dekat Westpac Stadium selepas event Rugby Seven. Event ni adalah event utama untuk Wellington, dan selalunya memang menarik ramai pelancong. Dan aku kerja dekat stadium ni, sumpah, gila betul kerja kat sini. Cuci toilet gila banyak. Ye la, nama pun stadium. Tapi lantai penuh botol arak, toilet kotor sangat, ada darah period la, ada najis la, euwww. Geli siot. Nasib baik aku kerja sembur penyahkuman dan berus jamban ja. Lepas tu aku kerja vakum bilik tukar baju, dan aku kerja vakum reception area. Last sekali, kerja lap kerusi-kerusi stadium. da la dalam seribu lebih kerusi yang aku lap. Gila ka apa ntah. Tapi gaji lebat la sikit hehe. Penatnya? Sangat, amat, penat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi disebabkan event ni, Wellington memang penuh dengan macam-macam program untuk pelancong. Walaupun aku bangun lambat sebab penat, aku tetap ke bandar untuk tengok apa yang jadi. Aku bawa kamera, tapi tak ambil banyak gambar sangat. Aku memang suka tengok orang menari (walaupun aku sangatlah tak reti menari). Ada la program menari samba yang dipersembahkan oleh kelab tarian dekat Wellington. Ni gambar-gambar yang aku ambil masa hari tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3C1zdwI/AAAAAAAAWWQ/htowBac1JB8/s1600-h/DSC00227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3C1zdwI/AAAAAAAAWWQ/htowBac1JB8/s320/DSC00227.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3aZOTlI/AAAAAAAAWWU/NSXrctGBmwM/s1600-h/DSC00230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3aZOTlI/AAAAAAAAWWU/NSXrctGBmwM/s320/DSC00230.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3q5vWkI/AAAAAAAAWWY/xvnL2_SDLM4/s1600-h/DSC00232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3q5vWkI/AAAAAAAAWWY/xvnL2_SDLM4/s320/DSC00232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3oqbxRI/AAAAAAAAWWc/UY4Di1CmIsM/s1600-h/DSC00235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK3oqbxRI/AAAAAAAAWWc/UY4Di1CmIsM/s320/DSC00235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK4EhxR1I/AAAAAAAAWWg/BO9PiorMWPU/s1600-h/DSC00241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aK4EhxR1I/AAAAAAAAWWg/BO9PiorMWPU/s320/DSC00241.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRDRkahI/AAAAAAAAWWk/U4JpfmDdqXI/s1600-h/DSC00253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRDRkahI/AAAAAAAAWWk/U4JpfmDdqXI/s320/DSC00253.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Kids&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRaJ4phI/AAAAAAAAWWo/M2GQ0j8Ki-o/s1600-h/DSC00262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRaJ4phI/AAAAAAAAWWo/M2GQ0j8Ki-o/s320/DSC00262.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRfqB--I/AAAAAAAAWWs/eTjsHveX0uQ/s1600-h/DSC00268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRfqB--I/AAAAAAAAWWs/eTjsHveX0uQ/s320/DSC00268.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid Drinking From Water Fountain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRmcxD6I/AAAAAAAAWWw/n3RcxkjqZo0/s1600-h/DSC00305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLRmcxD6I/AAAAAAAAWWw/n3RcxkjqZo0/s320/DSC00305.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLR4LGOhI/AAAAAAAAWW0/pZwqeXez_gE/s1600-h/DSC00324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aLR4LGOhI/AAAAAAAAWW0/pZwqeXez_gE/s320/DSC00324.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Demo 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJEFjt3I/AAAAAAAAWW4/UXAOIxIxHzY/s1600-h/DSC00326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJEFjt3I/AAAAAAAAWW4/UXAOIxIxHzY/s320/DSC00326.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Demo 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJWyTVeI/AAAAAAAAWW8/E1fZowKl7eE/s1600-h/DSC00331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJWyTVeI/AAAAAAAAWW8/E1fZowKl7eE/s320/DSC00331.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Demo 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJsvI6YI/AAAAAAAAWXA/MZusv529Hgo/s1600-h/DSC00353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJsvI6YI/AAAAAAAAWXA/MZusv529Hgo/s320/DSC00353.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Demo 4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJ4C3y-I/AAAAAAAAWXE/QJuiFdfGEu0/s1600-h/DSC00365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aTJ4C3y-I/AAAAAAAAWXE/QJuiFdfGEu0/s320/DSC00365.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samba Demo 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya gambar-gambar untuk tarian ni banyak lagi. Tapi aku hanya upload mana yang aku rasa boleh menggambarkan suasana hari tu sahaja. Selepas tu, aku pun berjalan-jalan dalam bandar dan tangkap gambar apa yang patut. Ni gambar-gambarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1c9ZDMI/AAAAAAAAWXI/edgslSCEpXw/s1600-h/DSC00388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1c9ZDMI/AAAAAAAAWXI/edgslSCEpXw/s320/DSC00388.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bungy Ride In Courtenay Place&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1hdw9BI/AAAAAAAAWXM/u5R6LabYmp4/s1600-h/DSC00390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1hdw9BI/AAAAAAAAWXM/u5R6LabYmp4/s320/DSC00390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I Don't Know What This Is Named For"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1uVeX-I/AAAAAAAAWXQ/p3UEAUNdkfI/s1600-h/DSC00397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1uVeX-I/AAAAAAAAWXQ/p3UEAUNdkfI/s320/DSC00397.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bird Cruising&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1-Ixv0I/AAAAAAAAWXU/ArggHo3Hme8/s1600-h/DSC00399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY1-Ixv0I/AAAAAAAAWXU/ArggHo3Hme8/s320/DSC00399.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walkway to TSB Bank Arena&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY2D5habI/AAAAAAAAWXY/oO8k2ZGJy2o/s1600-h/DSC00403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3aY2D5habI/AAAAAAAAWXY/oO8k2ZGJy2o/s320/DSC00403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light Trail At Lambton Quay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, aktiviti aku hanyalah terhad pada apa yang berlaku dalam bandar ja. Tapi, waktu musim panas ni macam-macam ada. Kalau tak keluar dan nikmati semua, rugi sangat la. Sebab musim sejuk nanti akan selalu hujan dan ribut (pagi tadi sangat kuat anginnya, tapi petang tu sangat cerah. Cuaca di Wellington berubah dengan sangat drastik kan?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Junior-junior B.Ed TESOL Cycle 3 Cohort 1 atau secara ringkasnya 3-1, sudah pun tiba di Wellington. Mereka semua ni dari Insitut Perguruan Sultan Abdul Halim, ataupun dikenali sebagai IPSAH. Kali ni, bilangan mereka adalah dua kali ganda dari Cohort aku, iaitu sebanyak 58 orang. Ramai kan? Dan aku diberi kepercayaan untuk menguruskan junior-junior ni di awal minggu pertama. Banyak cabaran sebenarnya sebab kami kekurangan orang untuk menguruskan. Ada yang bekerja, dan kalau nak minta cuti pun, takut tempat kerja tak cukup orang, dan yang lain-lain masih belum balik dari Malaysia (suka sungguh sampai tak mau balik awal kan?). Tapi sungguh la, kalau aku tak tolong, siapa lagi nak tolong? Aku minta cuti seminggu untuk uruskan semua hal ni (seminggu gaji hilang tu). Terima kasih juga pada rakan-rakan yang sedia menolong aku, dari menjemput junior di Wellington Airport, sampai ke menghantar makanan ke rumah-rumah (yang kami sendiri pun tak tau kat mana, tapi tetap cari juga), membawa junior ke universiti, bank, kedai telefon (untuk mendapatkan nombor telefon bimbit [telefon bimbit? klasik sungguh bahasa ini]) dan ke kedai menjual cadar-cadar dan selimut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh lupa nak cakap, diorang semua sampai dalam dua kumpulan. Kumpulan pertama 'dijadualkan' tiba pada 9 Februari seramai 36 orang, dan kumpulan kedua pada 11 Februari. Masa hari pertama, kecoh seketika sebab diberitahu bahawa junior ada seramai 31 orang sahaja. Maklumat tu pula hanya diketahui selepas dua jam mereka tiba di penempatan masing-masing. Apa lagi? Coordinator aku pun bising la sikit sebab risau ada yang terlepas pandang ataupun hilang di airport, takpun terkandas di Auckland Airport. Sampaikan coordinator aku pun datang balik ke kampus dan mula mencari rumah-rumah junior. Sebenarnya, rumah junior kali ni sangat banyak dan berselerak jauh dari masing-masing. Contohnya, kami dahulu duduk di Mckenzies dan Cumberland, dan segelintir orang duduk di Stafford. Sekurang-kurangnya, tak la jauh sangat. Ada yang duduk di Te Kotahinga Adam Terrace (4 rumah), Te Kotahinga Kelburn Parade, Waiteata (2 rumah), Te Kotahinga Salamanca, Education House dan Stafford House. Jadi, bayangkanlah, betapa jauhnya satu-satu dari yang lain. Penat kot kalau ada meeting ke apa-apa nak buat dalam group tu. Disebabkan banyak sangat rumah, ada yang aku tak dapat jumpa sebab memang tak pernah tahu kat mana rumah diorang. Kesian bagi mereka yang tak dapat makanan yang aku dan kawan-kawan aku masak. Apa masakan yang kami buat? Jeng jeng jeng. Tengok gambar kat bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3vT0yDQQRI/AAAAAAAAWXk/qfXrSf-K1zY/s1600-h/DSC00459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3vT0yDQQRI/AAAAAAAAWXk/qfXrSf-K1zY/s320/DSC00459.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;31 Bungkusan Makanan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3vT1NEnSFI/AAAAAAAAWXo/iGPB7LrGN8U/s1600-h/DSC00460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3vT1NEnSFI/AAAAAAAAWXo/iGPB7LrGN8U/s320/DSC00460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nasi Ayam Bakar Percik dan Sayur Paprik + Epal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hebat kan? Bertuah budak-budak ni. Sampai-sampai ada yang dapat makanan dah. Dulu aku sampai, mana ada makanan pun. Senior Cohort 4 bawa makan dekat Restoran Cinta ja pun. Bukan aku bandingkan dulu dengan sekarang, mana yang bagus. Tapi junior sekarang memang untung la dapat senior 'prihatin'. Hahaha. Bagi yang dapat makanan tu, Alhamdullillah. Yang tak dapat (sebab aku tak dapat cari rumah), minta maaf. Ada rezeki nanti aku akan ganti balik. Baru adil la kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya banyak lagi nak cerita. Tapi buat masa ni, aku akan berhenti dekat sini saja dulu. Nanti aku akan tulis pula pasal Chinese New Year Festival, Official Welcoming for B. Ed TESOL Cycle 2 Cohort 1 &amp;amp; Mara 3, dan banyak lagi. Untuk kawan-kawan di UK, Australia dan juga New Zealand, selamat kembali ke universiti dan belajar la elok-elok. Manfaatkan masa cuti yang hanya dua minggu lagi sahaja. Bagi kawan-kawan di Malaysia, aduhai, ada setengah yang dah kerja, aku memang seronok la untuk semua. Yang dah kahwin (ehem), syok la ampa semua no? Takpa, nanti aku menyusul sekali (mak aku baca nanti sengih la dia, abah aku pulak gelak sakan la nanti). Okay, jumpa lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-9029150050135449214?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9029150050135449214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=9029150050135449214&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/9029150050135449214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/9029150050135449214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/entry-158-cerita-baru-minggu-ini-dan.html' title='Entry 158 - Cerita Baru Minggu Ini Dan Sebelumnya'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S3ZykyPu1BI/AAAAAAAAWVs/5bINAXFpNyk/s72-c/SNC00077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kelburn, Wellington, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.284978 174.771259</georss:point><georss:box>-41.285230000000006 174.77080299999997 -41.284726 174.771715</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-995460460952023484</id><published>2010-01-30T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:54:39.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 157 - Rotorua Trip (02/11/09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although this is quite outdated, I felt that there's a need to update this blog with the photos that I took during the vacation with my girlfriend during her visit to Wellington. For those who had been following me on this blog, I uploaded &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/khirolazuddin"&gt;heaps of photos&lt;/a&gt;. But now, I have &lt;a href="http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-153-when-theres-no-space.html"&gt;photo storage issue&lt;/a&gt;, and I chose to use &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/khirol87"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;. These are the photos during our trip to Rotorua on November 02, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7NATg8soA0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&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/L7NATg8soA0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There will be more videos coming. I'll use Youtube as an alternative to photo hosting. Do comment if you like it! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Mama, click the 'Play' button that looks like a gray, triangle icon, and wait for the video to load. If the Internet speed is low, the video may be jerky, but will finish loading if you wait for it. Enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-995460460952023484?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/995460460952023484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=995460460952023484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/995460460952023484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/995460460952023484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-157-rotorua-trip-021109.html' title='Entry 157 - Rotorua Trip (02/11/09)'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-4011084041109199452</id><published>2010-01-28T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:00:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 156 - Aku Terkejut</title><content type='html'>Wahai blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bukan la satu isu hangat pun. Tapi aku pandang serius benda ni. Kenapa aku cakap bagi aku serius? Hurm, mungkin korang akan cakap aku ni skema, tak pun minda tak terbuka, 'conservative'. Apa-apa la yang lebih kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, isu apa yang aku nak bawakan ni? Macam mana yer nak mula? Mukadimah apa pun tak ada. Sebab tu aku nak pesan, apa yang aku tulis dalam ni memang tak ada susunan langsung. Aku akan tulis apa saja yang terlintas dekat kepala aku. Kalau korang rasa pening, susah nak faham, jangan baca. Tapi kalau korang rasa korang nak tau apa yang buat aku terkejut, sila la baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku dapat online ni selepas bertungkus lumus tak dapat nak guna Internet (rujuk Entry 155), aku pun buka la macam-macam website yang aku selalu tengok. Macam Berita Harian ke, Metro, One Manga, Facebook, Twitter, Friendster (? Friendster? Bapak outdated dah), dan macam-macam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sebut pasal Facebook, apa yang aku terjumpa dekat situ la yang buat aku terkejut. Hurm, apakah yer? Ramai yang kenal aku (ramai ke?) sebagai seorang yang peramah dan senang bersembang. Sebab tu aku kenal ramai orang dan macam-macam ragam. Dari member-member sekolah rendah sampai la ke member-member kat universiti kat sini. Aku rasa, aku boleh kelaskan setiap peringkat tu kepada apa benda yang kita pernah experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Masa sekolah rendah, kita banyak jumpa kawan-kawan. Macam-macam perangai kita jumpa. Ada yang gila-gila, ada yang kerja nak ngadu kat cikgu ja, ada yang bila bawak nugget ke sekolah asyik kena kebas jer dek 'member', bawa komik Dragonball gi sekolah kena rampas pengawas, dan macam-macam lagi. Tapi, masa ni, aku rasa, semua 'innocent', 'pure'. Tu zaman aku la rasanya. Tak kenal benda pelik-pelik lagi. Kenapa yer? Sebab masa ni, Internet tu tak la meluas sangat lagi. Budak-budak nak main pun, mana la reti lagi Counter Strike, Warcraft, dan game yang bersepah tu. Kita main apa? Main jentik tudung tin, galah panjang, bola, celen member main pemadam (teringat arwah kawan aku Ce'on yang minta maaf dekat aku  sebab curi pemadam, sebelum dia meninggal dunia kerana leukemia. Al-Fatihah). Tengok, kita semua aktif kan kecik-kecik dulu. Mana kenal PSP tu apa dia. Kalau ada game pun, Playstation tu pun aku baru ada masa tingkatan dua kot. Kita semua member-member, kalau jumpa jer, ajak round-round taman naik basikal, gi air terjun, lepak-lepak rumah member. Ha macam tu la kita dulu-dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bila dah masuk sekolah menengah, ramai member-member yang pandai sikit hilang ke MRSM. Tinggal la yang biasa-biasa ni dekat sekolah biasa ja. Alhamdullillah, sekolah aku boleh anggap sekolah premier la. Masa ni, jumpa banyak lagi kawan-kawan. Masuk kawad KRS, tidur dekat surau bila tak ada kelas, breakdance (aku pernah wor menari camni dulu-dulu, masa kurus lagi hahaha). Masa ni juga la, aku kenal erti seorang teman. Kenapa teman? Sebab, masa ni, kita dah remaja. Macam-macam masalah emosi kita jumpa. Tak suka dengan macam-macam sangat. Senang marah bila ada yang tak kena. Ada kaitan dengan hormon ke? Aku tak tau la sangat, tapi, teman ni, ada ja setiap masa bila ada masalah. Aku ni, adalah seorang pendengar. Sapa ada masalah, cari aku jer, aku dengar dan aku tolong. Masa ni, banyak jalinan kawan-kawan rapat yang aku bentuk. Alhamdullillah, aku kenal ramai lagi kawan-kawan masa sekolah menengah. Tapi, aku pun perasan gak, masa ni adalah masa untuk kita explore lagi dalam lagi dalam satu hubungan. Bersepah kawan-kawan aku yang dah mula berkapel. Kenapa yer orang kapel masa ni? Macam aku, aku memang tak ada pun kapel-kapel masa sekolah menengah ni. Seronok berkawan ja. Bagi yang kapel-kapel dulu, mesti selalu lepak sama-sama lepas habis sekolah, balik sama-sama ke rumah, hujung minggu lepak ramai-ramai, tulis surat (tu sebelum mak bapak bagi handphone), dan macam-macam lagi. Ramai juga yang kenal dah group macam mana nak join. Nak jadi punk? Goth? Skin? Black? Ha, semua ada. Join jer. Kenal dulu macam mana perasaan diri. Dan aku rasa, personaliti diorang yang kenal semua ni, ada yang lekat sampai ke besar. Tak kisah la macam mana pun, asalkan kalau pandai pikir secara rasional sudah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Masa masuk matrix, banyak orang cakap aku playboy. Kenapa? Sebab aku senang rapat dengan perempuan. Laki tak suka berkawan sama laki sangat, pada mata aku la. Maybe sebab semua kalut nak cari awek. Aku bukan la nak cari awek, tapi nak cari member laki macam susah ja. Masa kat matrix ni, kenal banyak la orang dari negeri lain-lain. Jadi aku dapat la jugak kenal orang ganu, kelate, Kay-Ell, JB, dan macam-macam lagi. Seronok berkawan dengan macam-macam orang ni. Banyak ragam. Ada yang steady jer dari dulu sampai sekarang, ada yang suka mencapap, ada yang memang gatal nak masuk asrama perempuan, belajar skodeng, ngorat-ngorat laki-laki hensem, dan macam-macam. Dan aku? Playboy? Hu, bukan la playboy pun. Tapi aku senang rapat dengan perempuan. Mungkin sebab dalam keluarga aku banyak perempuan dan aku dah biasa dengan perempuan. Yang laki lain-lain panggil aku playboy sebab maybe, aku berkawan dengan perempuan-perempuan yang dalam golongan cun-cun dan artis la. Hahaha, aku kisah apa, aku kawan jer. Dah kebetulan kawan-kawan macam tu rupanya, aku pun terima la. Tapi, masa ni, macam-macam skandal dengar kat matrix. 'Skandal'. Paham-paham la bila laki jumpa perempuan, sayang punya sayang, syaitan pun bisik telinga la. Tu semua tak lepas dari telinga aku, sebab orang akan cari aku dan cerita kat aku. Tapi aku tak pandang serong sangat la. Sebab apa yang diorang nak buat, adalah urusan mereka sendiri. Pandai-pandai la jawab sendiri nanti. Tapi bukan la aku tak pesan pun dekat kawan-kawan sendiri, sebab aku tau dah bila dah besar ni, semua orang rasa dah matang, tak payah dengar nasihat orang lain. Jadi, tak kisah la. Masa ni juga, ada member yang hilang arah. Kenal erti clubbing, arak, dan seks. Sebab baru jejak kaki dekat disko jer pun. Sampai berubah nak jadi macho. Apasal? Orang macam aku tak boleh ke nak buat? Eh, aku cool jer. Nak masuk tempat disko? Takda hal. Menari? Okay, goyang kaki goyang tangan goyang kepala. Boleh la tu. Arak? Hoho, tak mungkin aku akan teguk benda haram tu sama sekali. Tapi, tu la matrix, sebab kenal ramai orang lain, dari negeri lain, boleh jadi culture shock. Sekali lagi, aku tak pandang serong. Pandai-pandai la fikir secara rasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dah masuk peringkat univeriti ni, banyak yang dah jauh dari mak bapak. Dah matang sikit. Belajar buat keputusan sendiri. Kenal erti lepak-lepak dekat Midvalley, kenal sikit kehidupan bandar macam mana. Sibuk, sesak, penuh noda. Tapi seronok, sebab dekat dengan universiti. Nak beli barang, tengok movie, lepak-lepak, shopping, semua bawah satu bumbung. Pergi dengan kawan-kawan sekelas. Tapi, bila kenal kawan dekat universiti, macam-macam jenis ada. Dari yang pandai akademik, terer bersukan, sampai la ke yang pandai tikam belakang. Pedih kan bila ada kawan-kawan macam ni? Bila kat peringkat ni, ramai juga yang dah pandai bersosial lebih-lebih. Tapi, kisah apa aku kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sudah merapu panjang, kembali balik kepada apa yang mengejutkan aku? Banyak mukadimah aku kan? Sekarang ni, Facebook ni memang tempat untuk ramai dari kita untuk memuntahkan semua jenis benda yang kita buat dan alami. Ambil gambar, letak situ. Terasa gembira, update 'Wall'. Status mau gembira saja. Tak kurang juga yang bila emo, status pun emo. Keluar habis lalakan yang kadang-kadang sumbang dipandang. Tak kurang juga, ada yang dulu aku kenal pakai sopan-sopan, sekarang kalau tengok bukan mata ja terkeluar, jantung pun nak tercabut. Bila fikir balik, tertanya diri sendiri, ni ka orang yang aku kenal dulu ni? Setakat tudung on off tu aku tak heran. Ni sekarang, dah ada yang bertatoo dan bertindik kat muka. Okay, sapa la aku nak cakap macam ni kan? Bukannya aku mak bapak diorang pun. Dan kadang-kadang terpikir, entah-entah mak bapak pun tak ambil peduli. Salah sapa sekarang ni? Hurm, tak tau la aku. Dan aku pun terkejut juga dengan ideologi dan falsafah dalam kepala otak diorang. Sebut pasal banyak buat salah, tapi tak apa, sebab dah tau nak masuk neraka. Apakah? Tau buat salah, tapi nak enjoy, dan masuk neraka tu macam pergi Disneyland jer bunyinya. Azab tu sangat menyeksakan, dan kita tak takut lagi ke fikir pasal azab tu? Hurm, tak faham la aku. Tapi sekali lagi, aku tak kisah. Akal ada, pandai fikir la kan? Kalau aku yang cakap, aku juga yang salah, aku juga yang kolot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah la. Aku saja ke yang asyik risau pasal masalah anak-anak muda sekarang. Walaupun aku belum bergelar bapa untuk ada anak-anak sendiri dan hanya membuat andaian atas anak orang lain, tapi, aku betul-betul minta simpang la dari terkena pada keluarga aku. Sesungguhnya aku sangat takut akan azab Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-4011084041109199452?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4011084041109199452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=4011084041109199452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4011084041109199452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/4011084041109199452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-156-aku-terkejut.html' title='Entry 156 - Aku Terkejut'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kelburn, Wellington, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.284561 174.771463</georss:point><georss:box>-41.285568999999995 174.769639 -41.283553 174.773287</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8764550474420005303</id><published>2010-01-22T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:50:13.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 155 - Aku Hampir Tak Ada Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau hidup ni tak ada Internet, susah kan? Sehari suntuk Internet aku tak dapat. Signal low sangat ke, aku pun tak tau. Dari pagi sampai la ke malam. Balik-balik kerja jer, dah kecewa dengan modem sebab tak dapat signal. Gila ar. Bosan kot tak ada Internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikir-fikir balik, aku ni ketagih ke dengan Internet? Hurm, ada tak orang yang setiap 5-10 minit update Twitter takpun Facebook dia? Kalau ada, dasyat ar. Aku tak la kronik camtu. Bukan la seronok nak bagi orang baca apa aku buat pun. Tak ada niat pun buat apa benda dekat Internet ni, bagi orang baca, dan tunggu respon orang macam mana. Attention seeker tu. Aku tak macam tu kot. Aku rasa, dari dulu lagi tujuan aku tulis blog ke apa-apa kat tempat lain ni sebabnya, aku ni pelupa. Kalau aku ada satu pengalaman yang seronok dekat mana-mana, kalau aku tak catit, aku mungkin lupa dah kot esok ke lusa harinya. Susah nak lekat memori lama-lama sangat sebab setiap hari aku berdepan dengan macam-macam karenah manusia, sampaikan aku pun terlupa apa yang dah terjadi yang selepasnya. Mungkin ni juga sebabnya aku ni senang pemaaf, sebab aku cepat lupa apa yang orang buat benda-benda tak baik kat aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, aku dah rasa aku merapu panjang. Apa kata tengok video aku yang hampir tak ada life sebab masalah Internet. Sekarang dah settle. Lega aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/264176149210"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/264176149210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits kepada Robot kerana menjadi tukang rekod =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-8764550474420005303?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8764550474420005303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=8764550474420005303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8764550474420005303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/8764550474420005303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-155-aku-hampir-tak-ada-life.html' title='Entry 155 - Aku Hampir Tak Ada Life'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-2496698503386154710</id><published>2010-01-19T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:01:02.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 154 - Tempat Kerja Aku</title><content type='html'>Wahai blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sekarang tengah kerja. Kerja kat mana? Dekat Wellington City Council.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuiyo, bapak ar. Gila hebat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? City Council jer pun. Kerja sebagai tukang cuci ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hek eleh, tukang cuci jer pun. Sah kerja senang jer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotak ko senang? Tau tak penat nak buat kerja kat situ? 5 jam kerja tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiseh, takkan takde kerja lain kot? Cashier ke, tak la lekeh sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cashier nak kena handle duit, susah kot? Kang hilang apa-apa susah aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapi tukang cuci, hurm, lekeh sangat tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sapa nak bersih sampah semua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sapa nak cuci jamban?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sapa nak vakum karpet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak apa la. Biar la orang pandang lekeh pun, janji kerja halal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi ko ingat kerja senang ke sebagai tukang cuci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh aku bagitau ko macam mana kerja aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja mula pukul 6 petang. Ada tiga kumpulan pekerja. Setiap kumpulan ada dua orang sekurang-kurangnya. Setiap ahli kumpulan akan buat bahagian masing-masing. Ada bahagian kecil dan bahagian besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumpulan pertama ambil sampah dari tong sampah kecil di bawah meja pejabat. Kalau plastik sampah kotor kena tukar. Lepas tu lap meja tu untuk buang kesan kopi tak pun cebisan makanan. Yang buat bahagian kecil kena ambil sampah dari tong kuning yang sangat besar, dan lap pintu yang berkaca. Yang buat bahagian besar kena ambil sampah macam biasa, tapi saiz tempat dia besar la. Lepas tu bawa sampah-sampah ke mesin pemampat. Akhir sekali mop lantai dan lif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumpulan kedua adalah mereka yang vakum lantai. Vakum macam mana? Bukan vakum macam kat rumah-rumah kita tu, yang main tarik je atas lantai. Ni vakum yang kena galas macam beg sekolah. Kerja vakum tak susah sangat, bawa vakum dan sedut la apa yang patut atas lantai. Selain tu, tukang vakum ni kena periksa pula tong-tong sampah, mana tau kalau ada yang tak dibuang. Dan kalau ada, kena bagitau pula kumpulan pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumpulan ketiga terdiri daripada mereka yang mencuci tandas. Kerja cuci tandas ni senang, tak susah. Masuk-masuk tandas ja kena buang sampah-sampah dalam tong yang disediakan dan banyaknya adalah tisu-tisu. Lepas tu kena lap cermin bagi tak ada kesan-kesan degil. Kemudian kena lap sinki. Tak lupa juga pada mangkuk tandas, sebab kena sembur antiseptik dan lap pula bagi bersih. Kalau ada kesan degil dalam tu (faham-faham je la), kena la sental dengan berus tandas. Habis semua tu kena mop lantai bagi wangi dan tak bergetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang buat kerja buang sampah dan vakum, lepas waktu rehat kena pergi pejabat CEO. Kena bersih pejabat tu. Orang-orang CEO ni banyak berkira dan sangat cerewet. Antara kerja yang kena buat dekat pejabat tu adalah buang sampah, lap meja, vakum, dan cuci pinggan mangkuk kalau ada. Kalau ada apa-apa majlis, kadang-kadang bertimbun la pinggan dan gelas. Aku dah dua kali pernah terpecahkan barang dalam pejabat tu dan dapat rungutan. Melecehkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang buat kerja tandas pula, bila dah habis semua tandas, kena pergi pejabat Mayor. Mayor Wellington. Bukan senang nak berjumpa dia, ni kan pula kerja dalam pejabat dia. Memang lawa la pejabat dia. Aku kadang-kadang ganti orang buat kerja tandas, jadi dapat la ke pejabat Mayor. Dekat sini pun kena hati-hati juga buat kerja. Sebab kalau jadi apa-apa, susah la pekerja nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain tu, ada yang akan kerja di perpustakaan awam. Yang ni lagi penat, sebab besar sangat. Ada tiga tingkat ja kena buat, tapi sebab luas, kadang-kadang penat. Nak kena buang sampah dan vakum. Nak vakum pula macam vakum tiga padang bola. Luas tu, dan sakit nak buat sebab berat vakum tu macam bawa guni 5kg dekat belakang selama 2 jam lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang, bila tak cukup orang, yang buat kerja buang sampah kena pergi perpustakaan pula, tak pun ambil alih kerja vakum. Memenatkan wor buat macam ni, tapi tak apa la, demi rezeki halal. Kerja apa yang seronok sangat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni, kerja aku ni senang tak? Senang kan? Oh lupa pulak nak bagitau. Ada dua bangunan kena buat. Satu bangunan ada tujuh tingkat, satu lagi ada lima tingkat. Setiap tingkat penuh dengan 'cubicle'. Tandas pulak ada tiga puluh. Senang tak sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah nak bayangkan bila aku sebut ja semua ni? Apa kata kalau tengok gambar dulu. Senang la sikit nak tau macam mana tempat kerja aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u4pfYzlli4TvXw6YFW8PLQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCPPx-8SOoqmsdg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWXOkxRJI/AAAAAAAAWT4/JsO9k-nXNWw/s400/DSC00209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni Town Hall. Dalam ni ada pejabat Mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZkRnVmWMea11hGxN6YpiWA?authkey=Gv1sRgCPPx-8SOoqmsdg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWZUehFiI/AAAAAAAAWT8/hb-aF-E8Ebk/s400/DSC00211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni MOB Building. Ni la bangunan tujuh tingkat tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1TbiteefovbHI_-_uiCa1A?authkey=Gv1sRgCPPx-8SOoqmsdg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWbVaT0lI/AAAAAAAAWUA/u2_EVVYHAxc/s400/DSC00212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni CAB Building. Bangunan lima tingkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pAoj_8kRxNzIgS47CZjOsQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCPPx-8SOoqmsdg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWdiPb8II/AAAAAAAAWUE/N-n1LkqIHlc/s400/DSC00213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni Wellington Library. Nampak kecil ja sebab tak dapat ambil gambar keseluruhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6NJ_KpPPbR4n7JCNBQ4IxQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCPPx-8SOoqmsdg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWfaKnfQI/AAAAAAAAWUI/59A-Jn0GE2s/s400/DSC00214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni ketiga-tiga bangunan yang bersambung sekali. Dari MOB, CAB, hingga ke Library.&lt;br /&gt;Semua bangunan ni terletak dalam area Civic Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialog di atas adalah sekadar rekaan. Tiada kena mengena dengan yang masih bernyawa. Tapi kalau ada yang nak cakap macam tu dengan aku, aku rasa aku kena suruh baca blog aku la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah dengan Mama aku nak tengok tempat kerja aku sebenarnya. Jadi buat macam ni senang la sikit diorang nak tengok hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaji berapa korang tanya? Lepas tolak cukai, dalam $10. Sehari kerja 5 jam. Dah dapat $50. Seminggu kerja lima hari, dapat $250 dah. 4 minggu kerja, dapat $1000. Sekarang ni kalau ikut matawang New Zealand Dollar dengan ringgit, $1000 tu dah dapat RM2468. Lebih dari gaji cikgu dah. Hahaha. Amacam? Kerja tukang cuci ja. Lekeh lagi ke? Buka minda la beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Bagi mereka yang tak ada kerja lagi, aku doakan kalian semua dapat kerja. Dapat kerja dapat duit. Dapat duit dapat la makan. Ada yang nak kerja? Nak borang kerja dekat tempat aku? Yuran pendaftaran sila bayar dulu hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-2496698503386154710?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2496698503386154710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=2496698503386154710&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2496698503386154710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/2496698503386154710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-154-tempat-kerja-aku.html' title='Entry 154 - Tempat Kerja Aku'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/S1XWXOkxRJI/AAAAAAAAWT4/JsO9k-nXNWw/s72-c/DSC00209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-316529433875000493</id><published>2010-01-11T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:57:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 153 - When There's No Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wonder why the title for this entry is distractingly emotional? As a photographer (amateur if you need to ask), publishing your photos online is a great way for you to show your passion to the whole world. One way of sharing your photos on the web is by using photo hostings service. These are among popular free photo hosting that you may found on the Internet, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/"&gt;Picasa Web Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotopages.com/"&gt;Fotopages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinypic.com/"&gt;Tiny Pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a lot more. But the problem with this 'free' services is that, nothing is actually free. Flickr has a limit of 200 photos only unless if you upgrade it to Pro account. I have a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/khirol/"&gt;Flickr account&lt;/a&gt; too but recently, my previous uploads were hidden from the public as my upload has exceed 200 photos. Photobucket has its restriction of 500 MB storage. Picasa Web Album, which provide unique feature such as its own Picasa image viewer and editor, face recognition with name tagging and location tagging, has its limit of 1 GB. Fotopages, though has unlimited storage, is using simple HTML coding that allow you to upload only 6 photos at one time, and I often found that the photos were not uploaded successfully most of the time. WHICH pisses me off because I have hundreds of photos to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Nothing is free and yet I complain. I can't help but to feel annoyed as right now, my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/khirolazuddin"&gt;Picasa Web Album&lt;/a&gt; is running out of space. What makes thing worst is that, no photo hosting allow you to embed multiple photos into any entry. You have to selectively copy the embedded url one by one if you want the photos to appear. WHICH, again, is a hassle if there's hundreds of photos. Yes, I DID copy and paste hundreds of url for a lot of my entries. And I'm sick of doing that repetitively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what way that I can share my passion with everyone if I'm hindered from these privilege. Buy a Pro account and pay for it annually? Without making any profit from that? I'm just a amateur photographer which happen to love photography and willingly to share the photos on the web. Unless if I'm going to be a professional photographer who makes money from selling the photos online, yes, it might worth the shot. But currently, this is my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustation. So I came up with this idea. To upload the videos on Youtube or Facebook's video. This way, I think I may be able to save the hassle of pasting hundreds url. Plus, I can put any song to cheer up the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/247264114210"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/247264114210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, basically that's what I have in store. I do have some video clips that I posted on Youtube. But I will post it on another entries. I had enough of blabbering here. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Oh yeah, if these entry were to be linked into my Facebook, maybe the video won't be visible. But do check the video in my Facebook's Video tab. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433146832341765809-316529433875000493?l=khirolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/316529433875000493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433146832341765809&amp;postID=316529433875000493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/316529433875000493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433146832341765809/posts/default/316529433875000493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/entry-153-when-theres-no-space.html' title='Entry 153 - When There&apos;s No Space'/><author><name>Khirol Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237227553789263212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXeCX2NGXLo/TQ9nycLRDiI/AAAAAAAAWdQ/RkGUzNmYy6U/S220/DSC00046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433146832341765809.post-8931475723000349469</id><published>2010-01-06T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:17:53.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 152 - Chasing Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walk while holding a paper, and suddenly, the wind blows it away? And I'm talking about super, strong wind, like one we have in Wellington. For those who have been here will know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me today, just as I was walking back to my home from my workplace. I just asked my boss whether he needs new guy to come for work, and that's why he gave me the application form. I didn't bring my jacket to work, so going back at 11 pm with no jacket can be a challenge to anyone even if it's summer here. That's because the wind is strong enough to push me aside when I'm walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I didn't wear any jacket, I don't have anywhere else that I can put the form. So the only option is to hold it with bare hands. But the wind can make it hard because the papers keep swaying here and there. Twice, it was slapped away from my hand and I have to get it back from the ground. But the third time is the most strongest wind that blew the paper away up in the air. And I found myself chasing it for, maybe 100 meters? Phew, and it was an uphill battle. I jumped and snatched it in the air, while some of the car drivers along the road were laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nothing amazing about this post anyway. But I strongly feel that having documents blown by the wind is not a laughing matter. What if it was an important document like your ID card or maybe your university offer letter? To retrieve it back from the government bodies are such a hassl
