<?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-7240291510716981361</id><updated>2012-02-13T06:06:12.310+08:00</updated><category term='the bad days'/><category term='Love story'/><category term='Pening'/><category term='memories'/><category term='business and motivation'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='the good days'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='information'/><category term='Learn'/><category term='My world'/><category term='Loving my race'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Fabulousity Of Fierul</title><subtitle type='html'>The time pass by..and we will regret it sometimes..regret that we did not do the best..much worst if we did not learn from the past..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-1138647580413128217</id><published>2011-09-15T12:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:25:08.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my race'/><title type='text'>The Malay's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>'Things happened for a reason', some people might used this statement to ease their mind, trying to put away the feeling of disguise and possible guilty. That person might be me..&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Malays the native of malaysia, who have been colonize for mere 500 years, change our tradition not when we're colonize but when we are independent. We lost our identity when we become successful and among highest 3rd world nation domestic gross &amp;amp; development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to remind myself what globalization and a simple western trend can cause riot to the malays identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess back in 1905, It never occur in the malay's world that the malays are the one who will fill up any possible space in the night club/ pub/ disco or any clubbing name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The malays also have win the trophy for most convict caught doing drug, rapist, and all others crime. Perhaps we can say its because the malays have the highest population in malaysia and that will increase the possibilities, ratio of doing the crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this statement mean nothing at all if we look carefully at the prime university student intake/acceptance according to race. The chinese &amp;amp; indian already become the majority in classes with high professional course such as dentistry, medicine, engineering and lawyer. These top university which required meritocracy for student intake do affect the malays population as not much of our kind have the knowledge and willingness to learn and score possible marks to enter. So as they couldnt become the student,  how they want to contribute professionally to the nation and becoming somebody who'se respectfully and highly knowledgeable. Yes, we might have a few notable people among us who is bless, still scoring the highest marks &amp;amp; position them self as master in their field of expertise but this trend is decrease rapidly, we can't challenge ourself to compete with other races. We become drastically weak to the point of if this continue we will see non or very less of our race in the professional field in 50 years ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to see that. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly these young malays also lost hope for strong religion behold, the malays as young as student in university or college starting partying more excessively in the pub then others. They start drinking alcohol and drunk to the stage of out of shame. Puking everywhere, puking a lot, wearing a strippers shirt, they dont mind anyone touch them or taking advantage of them. They dont care at all as their lovely soft, white-yellowish perfect skin touch and spoil by stranger naughty finger, even the chinese start taking advantage and hold them, hug them very2 tight. Perhaps they dance in the pub better than other race. The truth is they contribute a lot in the other race of nasty business . Yet another trophy for us!!! just sarcastically...we loose very badly, someday there is no proud in us saying that we are malays. Not like we used to in last 500 or 400 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up malays-ian...the solution is strong bond with the great Al-Mighty Allah S.W.T. only HIM we trust our situation and problem, only HIM we seek forgiveness and bless, to HIM that we pray the solution of our problem and sorrow, as we pull ourself and works towards victory and excellency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep in us, we know that is the true solution, not by taking some drink/ tablet or capsule which resolve the matter at most a night..only a bad forgettable night with unforgettable tomorrow damages and constant coming problem. Stop this madness before it consume more damages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save this malays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-1138647580413128217?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/1138647580413128217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=1138647580413128217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1138647580413128217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1138647580413128217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2011/09/malays-dilemma.html' title='The Malay&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-3924709862636613815</id><published>2011-04-23T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:06:54.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business and motivation'/><title type='text'>Starting the business</title><content type='html'>Salam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest i let someone down each time they asking me to continue writing, keep the blog updated, write about something, asking me to give comment about once issue. I wanna say i'm truly sorry and humbly request for an apologize. I would try my best too keep as many posted possible and as many comment as i can think about. bak kata Japanese 'Hantoni shimushidesta' saya mintak maaf banyak2. :) if u cant accept the reason that im bit busy,i have no others words in my pocket. Now for the new beginning, let start this all over again. I wanna share about my life as this is my blog. My personal memories keeper, so that whenever i grew old i can remember important issues very vividly. All about my life or the other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left NAZA as about a month ago, frankly i felt relief a feeling once' shouldnt really feel whenever they cross the borders of working and feeling unemployed. It is my choice of life. It was quite an easy working life for me, consider that i already confirmed for a job even when i still in practical years. That particular time was during the economic crisis tsunami the world in 2008. Malaysia included. APM need the very top (CEO) agreement and signature for me to join in the group. Considerably i would thanks my boss APM deputy general manager (Mr Yew) in which his trust and foreseen my abilities long before i did. So he pick me up alone from about 11 others practical student at APM to help the company and become production and process engineer. Two years pass, and he knew he cant hold me much longer, he accepted my resignation. I had my decision firmed, I wanna moved from KL to my hometown in Sungai Petani (SP). For him he would assumed i wanna stay close to my family and help my dad or at least i expected he knew just that. The truth is, i actually long for business even in the very beginning of my work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not new for me in this field, i know deep in my heart im not really suit to sit on a comfortable chair with fancy table, on top of my desk full with paper, latest pc, cracking my head for the planning i need to complete. It was not that hard, in fact i find the job quite easy and not challenging enough. Not for me, as i would love the sour and bitterness working hard gaining new knowledge. In the end the more bitter it would be the more knowledgeable more respectable you are. Orang tua2 ckp berakit2 ke hulu, berenang2 ketepian, Bersusah susah dahulu bersenang senang kemudian. I learned that the Chinese work very hard to gain something,not like us the malay. Famously known of our laziness. I wanna prove they were wrong. When i work at the chinese factory i wanna make sure this statement, this perception is wrong. I wanna prove to them that not all malay like that, some can be much better than them, incredibly much better. I do gain respect among them, my hard work of working till late night during my first year with them paid unimaginably good and their final offer to me is to become their assistance manager in their new factory at Kulim while im only 24 years old. The youngest assistance manager in APM even for my chinese clique. As i recall i already resign from APM due to i wanna stay near my family, so Kulim isnt far they mention that. I knew that they still want me with them even currently at that moments i already work at NAZA for 2 month. I quit the job too. I work with NAZA so that i gain new experience for my business need. If only they know my intention they would never accept an executive engineer to work for his own benefit and quit the job 2 month later. But this is crucial. Really Alhamdulillah, syukur, as the offer of Asst Manager come perfectly in time for me to left NAZA. I used that reason to quit the job accordingly. People would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the madness of rejecting this offer. I guess im one of the few madness if they like to say, who rejected it. If only you know what to do and you see it clearly what would happened next. Plan it well then why not give a chance for business. It cause you no harm at all to try, I persuade my self and tell its okay. It will be fine. You can work it out, insyaAllah. It is not easy at all for someone who have permanently good salary at the end of the month to suddenly make a stop to it and jump into the pond. You need to consider the bill and everything, Orang akan cakap biarkan si luncai terjun dengan labu-labunyer hehehe. I stress that you never assume of anything but question creatively any assumption. Do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant predict what happened in the future. I donno what would happen in my business which just started, like a baby learning to crawl and too easy to cry, But for the best of it, i would try my best with all my heart proving that malays also can do it, malays also can stand tall in his own country. Malays would also be as much competitive as chinese. Not that im racist, but at least let have some malays dominantly do well in business, and be somebody, perhaps pay good salary to the chinese, with their own sweat and tears, begin from humble beginning. I admire them in fact i envy the chinese who came across the country with empty pocket now their son and daughter, prominently the tokey's, can easily buy 3-4 bungalow at penang. While we keep busy sold our land for an extra money. What we can do is trying the best and show them we're very proud to call ourself the best of the best as we are 60% more populated then them. So we should have 60% of people who are smarter and well respect others than being popular just because we the one who's majority govern and politically control the nation. Not just that. I want to keep reminding myself about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-3924709862636613815?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/3924709862636613815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=3924709862636613815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3924709862636613815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3924709862636613815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2011/04/starting-business.html' title='Starting the business'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-1539808529019477270</id><published>2011-03-13T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:24:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAM</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum wbt. Im truly sorry my dearest readers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i can update and share more about my life but guess we never know what happened to us. We can only plan but He the one who decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left APM a few month ago, together the one who support me also left me hehehe i dont wanna explain more detail on that let just move on. I got an offer from NAZA in gurun kedah. I cant really resist when they offering procurement and purchasing engineer which is very synonym and crucial with my dad nature of business. I enter NAZA so that i learn more and know how to handle tender more over what is the requirement in entering tender as such as a big company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went not as i plan as only a few days being there i give up already. There is huge different between working in chinese factory and malay factory. They tend to be more relaxing and there's a lot of engineer due to uncontrolled intake. As for me and my 2 years of experience in Engineering at APM i sense this as a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess they dont really realize that and keep mentioning that they dont have enough manpower to run a department. I try to speak out my word, my very own opinion saying that they might be wrong. Everyday i seen workers not a normal workers but executive and engineer chatting for an hours doing nothing. I never seen this culture in APM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps these people could never walk in piece if they come to chinese factory. I do believe so. As a malay, im very ashame if well known and establish company look a bit uglier in the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope we change. perhaps there still hope for a few of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waslm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-1539808529019477270?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/1539808529019477270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=1539808529019477270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1539808529019477270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1539808529019477270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2011/03/nam.html' title='NAM'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-5775284738372964711</id><published>2010-05-06T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:59:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The food for the soul</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already forgot when was the last time i wrote here (nway its still traceable)..mm How many people text me to write back. I feel shamefully horrible for them. (like too many of them thou :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly i'm not that busy, it just i left some memory to be remember inside my head. When it comes to feeling guy don't usually express it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to wondering around that people attitude can change to be better much better with constant motivation and perhaps external influence. Excellence people able to motivate himself which people seldom call self motivation. Some required substantial time to stand back to their feet. (time would be the best healer) its true but im not talking about sobbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self motivation and able to change the attitude.  I came across one motivation talk by Dato' Lawrance. He is very talented person and already well know as motivator to young malaysian athletic. I would say everyone in the room was very impress of the speech. I came across in my mind that can words change people. Even in law, there is a lot of penalty in speaking. Speech can influence, persuade people even to kill. Perhaps in contra speech may influence people mind and attitude to become better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside each soul there is one good side that willing and want to change. Yes we can change our attitude but to maintain the changes it need some courage, stand, and great positive attitude. Acceptance of the wrong doing is the first step. Maintaining would be next, it require you to be ready. Always become ready in everything. People don't mind to leave in present and ignoring the future as the present is comfortable for them. In order to maintain plus improve the future consideration is a must. Some stuff might be deteriorate by time it maybe valid nowadays but not for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In much simpler meaning we can change as we experience it everyday either we want the changes or not. So adapting the changes by other factor is another issue. Changes that came from our self is the most important things. It is never to late to take the next step changing to become a much better &amp;amp; respectful person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-5775284738372964711?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/5775284738372964711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=5775284738372964711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5775284738372964711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5775284738372964711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-for-soul.html' title='The food for the soul'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-3101063335279230434</id><published>2010-02-11T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:36:55.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanjung Malim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S31otS3KjhI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lnNn7atr0PE/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S31otS3KjhI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lnNn7atr0PE/s400/DSC04074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439619052300045842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last couple of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;days..nope &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weeks ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was at the TPM seminar near Proton Tanjung Malim. Actually i barely remembered that i needed to attend this sharing and enhance seminar. Dah lame nak update cite nih tp last2 x update2 masuk dlm draft hehe..anyhow skrg da update da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word describe just as cold as it was actually. "Sharing and Enhance" the knowledge of TPM which permanently zero in my mind that time. I didnt have any intention to go to this advance type of seminar just yet. Yes of course my cup isnt full. Not just yet. Is is not my time to become big guy in the company. I plan for early resignation anyway. Earlier request by the subsidary was to send in 2 company representative to talk about TPM. The boss didnt think much when they put my name into the list. I guess they just want to send me to fillup the empty seat. As so i would assumed nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something itching about this seminar was actually came real. I needed to give a speech about TPM as i was the representative for my company. It take me by surprise to see my name written at the table near to the coordinator for this seminar. Haih terkene cam ni haha. I was not even knowing what the h*** TPM was haha adui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out with anything cross in my mind..lucky they seem to buy the ridiculous speech. What a relief..fuhh..All the food was very delicious and the break time for every talk and 'gemba' seem quite near and long. I would not complaint haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actually was the third time i visit APM AE. Social visit so call haha. All the drawing and the rack dimension was just passing through my head. Need to clear this first, the project was causing a million ringgit impact to the company. I will lead the transaction and reallocation of the rack. The dimension detailing was easy. But dealing with JCI our competitor was becoming to blunt end. hrum no choice i would like to call a meeting with JCI later. This group have been purely supported by proton for quite some time. Anyhow as social visit at Tanjung Malim i wouldnt miss the Paw paw. Haha, they said the most delicious paw made in the country sell here. Yep i already tried. The cloudy day did not compromise with tanjung malim hot weather. I know the whole nation is at the hottest climate of the year. But believe me tanjung malim would be the hottest place at least in Perak. There is only a few small tree the rest is long grass that makes the area green. Somehow the proton city view was lovely today. The human made lake seem so calm. The bungalow there seem pretty. It make me think of some one who so suddenly adore mazda 2 today. Little that i know i already fall to this familiar feeling. My heart would tremble somehow..doest matter i guess i miss it..i truly3 need it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-3101063335279230434?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/3101063335279230434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=3101063335279230434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3101063335279230434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3101063335279230434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2010/02/tanjung-malim.html' title='Tanjung Malim'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S31otS3KjhI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lnNn7atr0PE/s72-c/DSC04074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-9003113107226299321</id><published>2010-02-03T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:17:29.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Genting Highland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS6J9Rm6I/AAAAAAAAAns/9165f4p4luc/s1600-h/DSC04044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS6J9Rm6I/AAAAAAAAAns/9165f4p4luc/s400/DSC04044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434035953202207650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS5ngc2-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/lQa-fuuixhk/s1600-h/DSC04045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS5ngc2-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/lQa-fuuixhk/s400/DSC04045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434035943954504674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS5ajZTxI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sg3fY2iJVwY/s1600-h/DSC04035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS5ajZTxI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sg3fY2iJVwY/s400/DSC04035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434035940477194002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mRezD2-7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/tyOUMJAz6EI/s1600-h/DSC04047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mRezD2-7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/tyOUMJAz6EI/s400/DSC04047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434034383687711666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second time i reached the top of genting highland. It was fun and totally exciting time considering the hard days of worked. Very2 hard day of work hehe..I'm not that tired yet but anyhow having a good relaxing weekend is crucial once you enter the working environment. Wise saying..'It is hard to fill the cup that already full'.  Thus this awesome weekend we spend 1 night at First World hotel Genting Highland yep clear up my mind. With proper planning like a pro we brought a lot of junk food stuff &amp;amp; maggie to imagine that the food would be pretty much expensive. Unfortunately all of us forgot to bring the pinggan and mangkuk, plus eating maggie for one day is not a practice for us...atleast not anymore cuz everyone seem to have bigger wallet nowadays. Then it come to only 1 pax of maggie manage to get into our mouth..the rest is to brought back at home. Haha what a mess up plan..better eat McD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest story was when kimi become so afraid when we ride the roller coster and he just keep closing his eyes. I cant stop laughing at that particular moment even the funny scene was pictured. It seem the second time ride become less cuak than the first time i come here. It is not so fortunate for us to find that spaceshot was under renovation that day. The most exciting game. Haish....nway last saturday was a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-9003113107226299321?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/9003113107226299321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=9003113107226299321&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9003113107226299321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9003113107226299321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2010/02/genting-highland.html' title='Genting Highland'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S2mS6J9Rm6I/AAAAAAAAAns/9165f4p4luc/s72-c/DSC04044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-6159410455708386585</id><published>2010-01-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:34:03.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years is commin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xxLq1LonI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9Rd4_jLt1eo/s1600-h/DSC03977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xxLq1LonI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9Rd4_jLt1eo/s400/DSC03977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430339695991825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xxLOFHYZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pi7r54Ij8FY/s1600-h/DSC03999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xxLOFHYZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pi7r54Ij8FY/s400/DSC03999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430339688274026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv4AFQDXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/RTNm3b5-34I/s1600-h/19452_1297896521192_1043743671_30898172_8082952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv4AFQDXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/RTNm3b5-34I/s400/19452_1297896521192_1043743671_30898172_8082952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430338258587356530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv3p6RAKI/AAAAAAAAAms/RmaaVkx_k3I/s1600-h/19452_1297901281311_1043743671_30898215_3637998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv3p6RAKI/AAAAAAAAAms/RmaaVkx_k3I/s400/19452_1297901281311_1043743671_30898215_3637998_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430338252635701410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies of the night..haih..never been like this b4..cuz we'll came from all boys skool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv3SizkQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JcXM7q06ynk/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xv3SizkQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JcXM7q06ynk/s400/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430338246363287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it been 7 years after we all graduated from the college of kuala kangsar. The royal college also well known as koleq. For 7 years i did not met my friends neither known their story or share the experience. How would i know it would turn up like this?. It come up from innocent normal young boy, its the kolegian bytheway the word impossible or challenging doesnt count for these college boy. Perhaps i should not underestimate anyone from the college. They can be what ever they wanted to be. Someday you get what i mean. The determination is outspoken. Even the great student can be beaten easily once they entered the college. Anyhow that's another story,a great round of applause for the organizer of road to 10 years batch of 9903. Grand dinner at The Golden Triangle  Restaurant Solaris,Mount Kiara on 23 the of january 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7 pm at the mount kiara. Never before i know that this place existed. Haha on second thought i think ive heard the name before but i donno it was much nearer to my place compared to the other part in KL. We actually settle down at the golden triangle restaurant after bout 20 minutes trying to figured out the correct way to reach here. Haih how i wish i already brought the GPS system. Just after a couple minute sitting at the restaurant the waiter come and bring us the menu.&lt;br /&gt;"apologize sir im late"&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay i'm coming with a group".&lt;br /&gt;I check on the menu file he provided. One of its is the wine list the restaurant can provide. Hrum what is the place they choose to do the gathering. Are they nuts?Isnt there any other places? I looked around the restaurant. The hand made waterfall engraved with elephant statue plus with charming and comfortable wooden seat with antique bar proudly distinguish this restaurant from other normal restaurant i have ever been. I looked at the watch and sms my friend that did not arrive here yet to find the musollah first before they reach here.. I ride with alim, we're going to willayah persekutuan mosque. The mosque really fantastic where they have tangga karan here not to mention about full air conditioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm mgntukk i shall continue tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-6159410455708386585?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/6159410455708386585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=6159410455708386585&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/6159410455708386585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/6159410455708386585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-years-is-commin.html' title='10 years is commin..'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/S1xxLq1LonI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9Rd4_jLt1eo/s72-c/DSC03977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4196410949381237522</id><published>2009-12-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:20:34.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>New Salary Adjustment &amp; Bonus</title><content type='html'>Erk i'm not sure what's actually my feeling right now. 2 big durian just runtuh at me. In the afternoon i just get my bonus confirm at my bank. (Normally less than 1 year working didnt have any bonus just yet). In the evening big bos happily show me that i just got another salary adjustment. 2 salary adjustment within a month. Wow..alhamdulillah. The piece of paper show some nice number in it that satisfied my perception of work. From what i had heard never ever before young engineer get that figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in doubt that am i too good? How is this happened? In a Chinese owned factory believe me you must be too damn good for a Malay to get increment that satisfied you this fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh..i wonder is it because of my recent abnormality attitude to tender the resignation letter? I in a huge doubt and disbelieve of my ability right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and Alhamdulillah. Things can never be this better when you got another 2 engineer, 3 practical student and 2 supervisor under your supervision. What is going on? company making a huge profit maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4196410949381237522?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4196410949381237522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4196410949381237522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4196410949381237522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4196410949381237522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-salary-adjustment-bonus.html' title='New Salary Adjustment &amp; Bonus'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-1368422944955625550</id><published>2009-12-20T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:09:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved little sister</title><content type='html'>That days was very normal like any other day. I played around with my cousin ignoring how important the day was. I did not know as i'm too young to know the feeling of doubt and worried. All of the family gathered at my house and i did not waste any time to adapt the new crowded situation and continue to tease and play with little cousins that came. I'm in my own child world, lost and ignorance about older people talk until my grandma call my little sis to be with her. My grandma hug my little sister tight and did not let her play with us. That make me feel strange and sit quietly nearer to them. She was just five years old. I saw my grandma rub slowly pressing her wrinkle finger towards my little sister chest. She let her palm rest for a while there. "Her heart beat quickly then the others" my grandma outburst the room conversation. I saw my grandma face sour. My little sis look uncomfortable. I felt worried and unease. Not that i worried about my little sis condition i just felt unease with my grandma words. I thought my grandma shouldnt said something like that to my little sister. I hate my grandma that time because she interrupts us playing. I did not know and recognize the real deal. I did not know sis...I did not know grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon later my dad say to me they want to take my little sis to Kuala Lumpur (IJN) for the operation of cardiac shunt. I knew something wrong with my little sister. She easily get tired when we played together. Other of her friend still got the energy to play but she will sit down at the conner resting after playing for a while. I persuade her to play with us again sometime. I did not know my dear little sis. I hardly understand you sweetheart..at that time i don't know the correct way to react...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me to salam my little sis when they were about to go. They did not bring me along and I did not asked why nor beg to come with them. They say dont be worry, thing will get better it just a normal operation thus they did not need to bring me along. I stayed with my grandpa and grandma. I feel full of doubt and sadness. If this was an operation why the goodbye seem very easy and peacefully. I was very confuse and i felt wrong about simple salam. But still i just keep this to myself. Who would have listen to 10 years old boy? Who would cares about my doubt and unease feeling. Why i'm leaving behind? This is not so important operation? She is coming back didnt she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was send to my grandma &amp;amp; grandpa house. Days after days i hardly know the news. My knowledge was very minimum. I was at first worried but i cant stop myself playing again. She will coming back, that word keep me away from reminding about my little sis. After all my mum say she will. I lost in my own world. One day my grandma shouted to me while i was playing video game 'she gone' along. My father call my grandma and said my little sister already pass away. I did not believe such story. She was just fine before she went with mum &amp;amp; dad. I said to my grandma it was impossible. I say no!. She still have hope!. My mum said she gonna be just fine!. I saw tears in my grandma eyes. I cant stop myself from crying. My confident about my mum words lost in a very huge percentage. I lost her and i blame myself not praying hard enough to keep my little sis safe from the operation and live a very happy long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a lot. Tears never stop running at my cheek. I sobbed more when i saw her body arrived at my grandpa house. I saw her for the last time. She was wrapped in white cloth. She look like sleeping. Her face look pale yet she was smiling cutely like saying " don't worry everyone..dont cry big brother..I am very happy now". I did not eat that day. I did not remember how long i sobbed with tears. I did not know how long i felt the lost and sorrow. It take months for me to start smiling again. I know deep in my heart that wound never would heal. That lost never would be replace. She disappears in earth and never would come back. One things remains in my heart..the memories of her..the loved that bound eternity...... I LOVE you little sis. Wait for me at some place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-1368422944955625550?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/1368422944955625550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=1368422944955625550&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1368422944955625550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1368422944955625550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-beloved-little-sister.html' title='My beloved little sister'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7440026099880247224</id><published>2009-12-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:01:24.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>i'm waiting for...</title><content type='html'>I always feel that maybe people dont read it anymore. People move on, like err moving to new trend and it is like a lifestyle perhaps they get more gadget in it.. The facebook. Thus blogger or friendster left behind. Buried because most people have a fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very lazy to update until recently i got a push from someone i dont know. Someone i never met. Just came across fb itself. Fascinating as it is i would rather think that everybody would say it is very lame. One think i know is i didnt care what everybody think. I think its a good one and i trust myself. I need that push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it seem the push is not constant. Maybe busy. Or maybe i did not responds. What i feel right now at this moment is a loss. That irritate me, destruct my concentration i feel i miss something. Constantly presume that i might be not good enough? am i? Hardly deep in my mind..i miss the push. Please av. i miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading novel nowadays. What a total flip flop in my life. Huhu I have been reading Stephenie Meyer 2nd book. It feel awesomely great when you read the book then only you watch the movie. Try first :). It is not a shame for me to say that i enjoy reading since first grade?My mum put it up to me. I read a lot in school. Novel at first, then everything, journal, encyclopedia, magazine,comics you name it. I feel that doing nothing while you in the bus is totally wasting time &amp;amp; wrong thing for me. When you read you gain something. Sadly that good hobby vanish as the time pass. Other grown up thing fill my mind and make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i wanna make sure i finish this novel. Even some people say part 2 is very frustrating and devastating story. Haha even is true anyway i wanna read until the last page. Men often impatient thus they are not suit to read a novel. It take too long to know the ending. Days. Perhaps a month if you are reading 10 page perday. I wanna test my patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i come back from work last 3 day. I felt that the house seem a more quiet than usually is. There are no sound. No birds singing, no wind blowing. No banban barking. (ban ban is name of the dog. we got chinese as one of our neighbor). Prune like that dog. He say he seldomly seen a dog in kelantan thus he's taking quite an interest in ban ban. Me? i just keep some distance with ban ban. Prune is otherwise, he even pad at her head with his naked skin. He say if the dog isnt wet than we can actually touch it. I still have some doubt about that statement. Thus i stand cautious when prune play with ban ban around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SyOh-6K3b2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/i5PgrlZJ5Og/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SyOh-6K3b2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/i5PgrlZJ5Og/s320/DSC03668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414349279168261986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the house on that day, ban ban not playing at our front gate. Where is she? I realize that prune are not around anymore. He already left without saying gudbye. I totally agree. Gudbye is very hard things to say to a buddies. I would prefers silent leave. But that would impact the one who stay. Which happened to be me. I can not help him to get a job here. I already tried with ijatosan. One of my best buddies. I have tried to put him on the list of engineer here. But it seem i only can arrange 3 interview for him. I felt very bad for ijat. I feel helpless. I'm sorry ijat i cant help you more. The top management did not see your courage. Even i've explain bout it to them. I dont wanna try in prune or anyone anymore if i did not think they are qualified enough at least what my boss expectation during interview season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it only 3 of us and it getting less soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;av...n33b ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no holes buried-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7440026099880247224?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7440026099880247224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7440026099880247224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7440026099880247224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7440026099880247224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-waiting-for.html' title='i&apos;m waiting for...'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SyOh-6K3b2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/i5PgrlZJ5Og/s72-c/DSC03668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-159420709777984831</id><published>2009-12-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:31:28.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Holiday at Sg Pinang Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/Sxzza3ZnXaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fPkUxPUBP7w/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/Sxzza3ZnXaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fPkUxPUBP7w/s320/DSC03652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412468495066029474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyik dengan kehidupan kota minggu ni kami beramei2 bersiar2 di kampung orang asli pula. Erk teringin nak jungle tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is the second tyme at Sungai Pinang Waterfall. I remember the first time we're here with Acai, Wan Ganu, Oni, Kerol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and i rush to Sg Pinang waterfall which about 30-45 minutes from our house. Sg pinang waterfall is just bout 45km from Genting City Of Entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to Genting instead we're going to see sumthin more environmental friendly. Which a waterfall. Considering this is my second time visit so i'm trying to find the old spot from last visit. While it kindda need a bit of jungle tracking. But not to worry its not that far. A little walk cause you about 30 minute is a worthwhile. Upon reach there we need to cross small river. I was looking for any dangerous animal footprint as i walk. I overheard that some people seen tiger footstep here once. Hrmm anyway i keep this rumors a secret or else my friend  wont get to this inglorious waterfall huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the hard work get pay off easily. The superb view and the rushing sound of the waterfall create satisfied moment for us. I smile with joy.....wahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here and its only the dark forest secret keep us company heh creepy as its sound i dont care. As soon as we arrived i open all my cloth and jump. Heeee... the coldness of the water make me shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we play tarzan here. hehe this holiday for us is to remember how our great2 grandfather get their entertainment after hard day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so? maybe...ah dont care..but yep i enjoyed~! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Holes Burried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-159420709777984831?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/159420709777984831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=159420709777984831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/159420709777984831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/159420709777984831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-tyme-at-sungai-pinang-waterfall.html' title='Holiday at Sg Pinang Waterfall'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/Sxzza3ZnXaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fPkUxPUBP7w/s72-c/DSC03652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-8326523585729005768</id><published>2009-12-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:42:13.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Being a leader</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this issue for quite some time. How to become a great leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As men he will become a leader in his family. As a bos you will be come a leader for your down line. As whenever we gather or in group someone must become a leader. Should there any argument or decision someone must decide... someone must guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would say that leaders are born leader. Its not necessary true, leader also can be train/develop. What he or she need is the respect from his/her subordinate. The respect that must be gain. Sometimes it come from great decision sometime it comes from creative idea. Some from issue that he/she solve. No matter what it come from the respect is what leader need most. It even wise to say that the respect create leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that i encounter a lot of trouble days to make everyone follow my instruction. Do what i asked archived the result i want. Its the experience makes me learn how to deal with various kind of people. We need to motivate people even we are not highly motivated. Great leader do some sacrifice. Its been stated as fact that we are created by Allah swt differs from each other. Then the approach would be different from a person to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i learn from my mistake. I innocently think they are like me. While some of them need full attention like a child. Some need some space to catch up. I remember what my sensei tell me. You must told them 21 times only they can remember. Talking can make big difference than not talking. What he mean is keep reminding until they follow or do the task. I find very annoying if someone keep telling me what to do. But it is me. They need that particular instruction so they know, so they understand, so they follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It work, it show progress even a little bit slow. I am not very talkative in the beginning of my career. I dont really like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;membebel&lt;/span&gt; like a girl. Huhu but when it come to this blunt end. I find it very useful. Another great idea is to put yourself into the person shoe. Then the respect can come quick. As you know how they felt what their problem perhaps you can helped them. Make they feel appreciated. Small thanks can boost up the spirit. Little praise can change the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes your day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Holes Burried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-8326523585729005768?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/8326523585729005768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=8326523585729005768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8326523585729005768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8326523585729005768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-leader.html' title='Being a leader'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-8071082375337058312</id><published>2009-12-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:17:27.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>What i have learned? Part 2</title><content type='html'>Senior General Manager resign today. She is Miss Nancy, a very experience lady who in her 40's. She kind of guide me a lot. She even expose me to all of her pass experience about her life and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i will always remember what she have told me and teach me so i can share with you guys. One thing i remember is try to blame ourself in what ever mistake or wrong thing happened.What ever the issue is we usually blame other. It is them who r wrong, perhaps we might not know the real deal stuck within our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things most of the time i felt that she become unreasonable of scolding my bos for the wrong doing he do. But i knew that this so call shame scolding and how strict she was will improve our management here. All the system she do help even how she do it kindda make people hate her. It too soon for them to understand the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to change towards improvement, sometime we hate changes when we already get use to something. If we are that type of person we will never move up. We will stay at the same level and only gain limits knowledge and experience. She have good desire of helping me to move all of the static people who already get use to current practice and never like changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time she would prefers to talk to me rather than my bos. So i felt very acknowledge and have strong support. Or maybe im quite charming than maybe she like me? hehe anyway she still single in her 40's haha :P...Its feel good to learn new thing and have this moment to learn from the sifu herself. Hope she have good and happy time ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no holes buried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-8071082375337058312?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/8071082375337058312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=8071082375337058312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8071082375337058312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8071082375337058312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-have-learned-part-2.html' title='What i have learned? Part 2'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4255512175089902615</id><published>2009-12-01T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:22:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New practical student</title><content type='html'>As an engineer i'm able to have the practical student. Which job to help me out n be my assistant. I choose 6 practical student 4m and 2f but only 3 of them turn up. 2f and 1m. today they in. This actually the 3 batch of practical student under my supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be funny and little bit serious so i talk to them. I will treat all of you as an engineer so when an engineer talk to each other they talk in english. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you wanna talk anything to me all of you must talk in english.I mention this just to make them get use to verbally talk in english and gain the confident level. From what i have learn you need to have this kindda of skill in order to have recognition from higher management staff. Its true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning they keep silent and i keep talking to them. When i asked question they just answer it pretty simple. Yes...no...sometime they just answer in BM. Hehehe dont test my determination about this issue. I never talk back to them in BM :p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening they shown positive progress. They talk in english with me.. How cool is that when the first day they already learn how to talk with management staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No holes buried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4255512175089902615?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4255512175089902615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4255512175089902615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4255512175089902615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4255512175089902615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-practical-student.html' title='New practical student'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-6517652859296598660</id><published>2009-11-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:21:08.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learn'/><title type='text'>What i have learned?</title><content type='html'>The psychology of the managements are awesomely great and magnificent. People would dwells with doubt and possibly follow what ever they say. How they control your mind and coach you to the correct or incorrect direction just stunning!. The gift would be one of the prerequisite to become a tremendous leader or the top management staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They teach me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno if i can absorb it well enough but my psychology guru once say the one who can control others is very dangerous person. The psychology or mind control is not something to play with. This is very serious business and possibly can kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have try to persuade by big2 bos to accept my resignation because i wanna start a new chapter of my life. A businessman. Which later i know and realize there would be a mind trick for all of this. I know deeply they still want me to work wif them as i can contribute and already shown the ability to work. Still the mind trick wont work with me cuz i already knew that..poor them hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i actually enjoy working as it kinda challenging and everyday i setting up new system and solve somehow problem. Haih..how long am i going to stay working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm second one is confident. How confident are we? This surely determined our future. Confident in everything you do would be the key to be successful. That true!. Ask your self when do you feel confident to yourself when u did something. The answer would be when you do something with full attention and concentration to it. When you do it perfect you will have high confident level. Some people can be very confident and awfully wrong too. That actually got only little issue compare to those who are not confident and frankly right. It is because the confident can makes others believe you are right and actually they believe you are great even the result then vice versa. Then trust your self and be very determine in what you do. Try your best in every way can keep the confident level the way it should. Anyhow the chances to be wrong would be less if you are really confident in the path you take. Make a wise decision and perhaps a fast &amp;amp; wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry just keep mumbling around here as actually this chapter i dedicated to aan vee! huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no holes burried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-6517652859296598660?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/6517652859296598660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=6517652859296598660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/6517652859296598660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/6517652859296598660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-have-learned.html' title='What i have learned?'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2445760880267379584</id><published>2009-11-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:25:06.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>November Rain (2008)</title><content type='html'>It become almost a year now. The memories itself already celebrate the first anniversary. Peoples changes or should i say move forward. Walk alone at their chosen or destined path. Despite that we do share something in common which called friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In november 2008, it was the raining season in east side of the country. We are included. I watch the heavy rain pouring down at gambang hostel. The dark cloud still surrounding the sky like never give any chance for the sun to shine.&lt;br /&gt;The dripping rain to the leaf look like the tree crying without sobbing. Yes that is our mood. We know soon we might not see each other. We gonna leave this college where we were gathered unintentionally know each other and become best friend. We share our joy and laugh, we help each other and sometime we argue to each other. But never in our heart we betray this pure friendship. We honour our similarities &amp;amp; put a side the differences. We were grouped as one. Rocai dominate the ump'an. we talk the same channel. We are very proud and people all over the world acknowledge our existence. We are at the peak of our glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the time envy us..like sky in november..it cloud our heart with sadness it bring the news of these day gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i dedicate and share this feeling to who ever know the rocai group existence. We are a part but our memories remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no holes burried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2445760880267379584?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2445760880267379584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2445760880267379584&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2445760880267379584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2445760880267379584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain-2008.html' title='November Rain (2008)'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4104770408541888720</id><published>2009-09-24T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:09:40.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jom Konvoi gi Konvo</title><content type='html'>Salam and good day to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convocation is very soon. Thus a proper plan must be establish and ready perhaps some of us didnt pay the konvo fee yet. (that include me huhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i wanna suggest of a konvoi for graduate from kuala lumpur. Student who drive a car or motorcycle. Who know that some of our clique works or live very near and we could arrange a car pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recommend for a konvoi ( motocycle and car owner ) for all ump grad and esecially for BMA student for a greater and safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To create some connection or new form of networking towards ump grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date     : 2 oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day      : Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time     : Around 12 noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place    : before kuantan tol (gombak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any disagreement please comment we still can change the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hafierul Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;fierul.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4104770408541888720?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4104770408541888720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4104770408541888720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4104770408541888720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4104770408541888720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/09/jom-konvoi-gi-konvo.html' title='Jom Konvoi gi Konvo'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4003885197717566108</id><published>2009-09-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:02:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new bos</title><content type='html'>Heh i never thought of heavy work load or multi task before. I watch House MD as i like the drama very much. Its quite similar to my work place. As an engineer i need to do multi task. Its kindda gift for woman to do multi task. I tell you why, a woman can do many things at one time. They can cook delicious food and watch a movie or drama. They can do their laundry and mumble about new gossip with their friend.&amp;amp; Thats call natural talent. I on the other hand a guy who concentrate with one job as to perfect it like most guy would do. Multi task is the only way to level up. That what i learn from my deputy general manager. Thus i got no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried few month. The progress kindda slow. Now come new bos which i dont really like. She entitle as senior general manager which pretty much higher than me, my 1st bos and my 2nd bos. So time come and i talked to her and she comment a lot including question about my ability to handle this issue. Of cause at this moment its very hard for us to perform well as we're unstable due to lack of enforcement by our line leader and supervisor which then directly report to me....huhhh....So it is me....izzit my problem then?this would also affecting my increment and bonus as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply i think im better off..looking inside..of a murano..than only the outside of it..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will make my move sooner than what i planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4003885197717566108?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4003885197717566108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4003885197717566108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4003885197717566108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4003885197717566108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-bos.html' title='My new bos'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-1940598186597631685</id><published>2009-08-27T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:49:59.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majaico</title><content type='html'>The Majaico program just finished today evening. The majaico stand for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Malaysian Japanese Automotive Industry Corporation&lt;/span&gt;. The majaico program has been agreed by both government under Malaysian-Japan economic agreement. Nevertheless as fresh graduate and part of being stupidly according to own mind set to set up a factory. APM (Autoparts Manufacturers Co. Snd Bhd) send me as representative for APM Seat Assembly division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know u know all this things but u didn't have proper training. Thus it is good for you to join this program". You wanna go?&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk.. I think best answer is silent. Yeah both answer yes or no would mean a lot as the question is been asked by Deputy General Manager, Mr Yew Teck Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say... "if i go i'm worried that i must brought back something for the company".&lt;br /&gt;I just blindly say these word to prevent longer silent. Yeah i know he wanna read my opinion. (like i wanna give up that easily!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..no need to worry about the presentation just as long as you have the knowledge"&lt;br /&gt;"anyway u need to attend a few times than its okay"&lt;br /&gt;"It is good i think they serve lunch" Mr Yew usha paper majaico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir i'm fasting sir on that day" laju je aku jawab..dalam hati eh die ni x tau ke aku pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really? hehehe". General Manager sengih mcm kerang busuk. Aku pun join skali sekadar untuk same2 sengih bagi die x rase malu sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm kat mana tempat ni..Matrade? Tingkat 20?Malas nak bukak email pasal majaico ni la akibatnye. Hai xper Eric-san ade. Cari eric dlu. Baru aku bukak pintu kereta eric dah tunggu kat depan station bas kawasan Matrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mr Eric morning!, how r u?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good, hey hafiz"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah u came here early"&lt;br /&gt;"Ye lah I pun x tau jalan nanti datang lambat masalah pulak haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mati akal nak borak dengan Port Klang plant manager. Aku terus kias tanye soalan cepu emas. Dengar cerita eric dah xnak tolong kilang aku hmm macam mane nak kias ni. Haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So port klang production for export quit high?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah,for REM we're getting out of hand already that why, so now we need to concentrate on our production la kan"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay i understand, nway QA judgment also lousy"&lt;br /&gt;"Tu la pasal" haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First masuk kat tingkat 20. Lalu bilik CEO, oh mcm ni rupenye bilik CEO matrade. Besarnye ruang ade secretary kat depan pintu lg. Heh what type of job did he do eh? Nampak relax jer mcm main computer jer. Usha sket name. Borhan Sidik. Oh mcm pernah dengar...tp dimana ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk kelas. Mr Nakashima-san bg ceramah. Oh bleh ckp omputih jugak Mr Nakashima ni..best2. TPS..LPS sumer aku catat..this stuff is really in my job field. X bleh miss lah nnt nak explain kat workers. Then first day sumer psal teory and pasal LPS (Lean Production System) equal to TPS (Toyota Production System). Dah banyak kali aku dengar cume kali lg br lagi faham. Lame x g kelas dengar lecturer bagi lecture..Haih x mengantuk pun.. Mungkin sebab rindu nak duk dalam lecture hall lame2. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not good in english..so i speak Japanlish" Hehe tergelak jugak dengar care Mr Nakashima bg ceramah.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..evorybody already know... Now we wanna starto for the calculation. So evorybody pluese answer the questionn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh la ade test ka..memang rindu zaman wat test2 ni..tp dah frozen mind ni mcm ner hee..jawab je la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of first day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-1940598186597631685?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/1940598186597631685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=1940598186597631685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1940598186597631685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1940598186597631685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/08/majaico.html' title='Majaico'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2183710429605123368</id><published>2009-08-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:41:53.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tan Chong Motor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SogamwDIzNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y6vAo3CH-es/s1600-h/P7240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SogamwDIzNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y6vAo3CH-es/s320/P7240006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370571808674729170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skrg ni aku agak benci kereta dari nissan atau Tan Chong. Tp murano nissan jugak.. Hm xpe sebab Tan Chong x sentuh keta tu. Seat kereta X11J (nissan grand livina) paling aku x suke. Banyak sangat tan chong complaint pasal seat kete tu padahal aku dah wat yang terbaik untuk jage seat tu. Ingat senang nak wat seat kereta. Kalo pandai sangat complaint Tan Chong wat sendiri la seat kereta tu. Tension2...minggu ni xpasal2 aku keje xde cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mgntuknye...saye tido dlu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2183710429605123368?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2183710429605123368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2183710429605123368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2183710429605123368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2183710429605123368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/08/tan-chong-motor.html' title='Tan Chong Motor'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SogamwDIzNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y6vAo3CH-es/s72-c/P7240006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2744102035657501216</id><published>2009-08-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:57:26.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world'/><title type='text'>Khalimah Cinta</title><content type='html'>Terdetik dalam ingatan aku saat-saat remaja yang penuh dengan rona2 cinta. Heh salahkah bercinta dizaman remaja?berdosakah?terlalu mudakah? teori sains sendiri mengatakan sejak sebelum dilahirkan lagi manusia sudah mempunyai perasaan. Baru tahu? sejak kita dalam kandungan lagi kita sudah mempunyai perasaan ingin tahu, dan mempunyai naluri sendiri. Itu yang membuatkan kita menjadi makhluk paling istimewa dimuka bumi ini. Cinta tiada salah pun asalkan tidak menggangu pelajaran kerana dengan pelajaran itu sajelah yang dapat membeli masa depan. Aku teringat karangan peperiksaan PTD  essay bahasa inggeris aku (aku baru lepas g exam ptd sabtu lepas haih rase nak kantoi ade), aku cerita mengenai study and successful person. Most of successful person is via academic background, how far is this true? Ye lah untuk jadi seorang yang berjaya cara yang paling senang dan mempunyai insuran adalah dengan belajar dan berjaya dalam akedemik. Itu ade insurant betul. Ilmu memang tidak bleh dijual beli kepada suatu manusia yang berilmu dengan manusia lain. Dengan ilmu orang bayar atau syarikat bayar gaji aku setiap bulan. Mungkin setengah orang akan ckp aku salah, untuk jadi orang berjaya x semestinya dengan bidang akedemik sahaja, berape ramai usahawan2 yang berjaya dalam muka bumi ini tidak ade satu ijazah pun sedang yang orang yang mempunyai bergulung2 ijazahpun x sekaya mereka. Ye betul jugak! tapi aku cakap pasal insuran, business x de insuran, bile2 mase saje bleh down dan langit x selalu cerah. adekala hujan pasti turun. Lambat atau cepat saje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin cinta tidak akan dipersalahkan sekarang. X mungkin sepasang kekasih remaja akan menyalahkan cinta sekiranya mereka gagal peperiksaan pengal tahun. Atau peperiksaan akhir tahun? atau SPM itu sendiri? tak akan mereka akan menyalahkan pasangan masing2 sekiranya mereka lalai atau alpa atau terlampau asyik bercinta dengan gayutnya dengan msgnya dengan masa yang terbuangnya sehingga mereka tidak ade masa mengulangkaji pelajaran. Mungkin juga tidak ada fokus dalam study?. Ye x kan sekarang, tapi macam mana pula akan setahun kemudian selepas spm? dua tahun kemudian selepas spm? bila melihat kawan2 yang berjaya masuk university? berjaya menjadi doctor, dentist, pharmacist, engineer,accountant,corporate  lady? Masa itu terdetik rase sesal tidak melakukan SPM dengan bersungguh2, terlampau asyik dibuai cinta sehingga menepikan pelajaran. Haih, ketika itu baru terasa bodoh dengan ketidakmatangan. Bodoh yang terlewat. Dimulut x pernah mengaku salah dan sesal. Di hati siapa yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku fikir....sesungguhnya SPM itu cukup senang sekadar untuk menguji kematangan pelajar itu sahaja. Bukan menguji kepandaian pun, kematangan sahaja. Sesiapa yang lebih matang dari kawan2 mereka pasti berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;*matang ini mesti dalam bentuk kebolehan menilai yang mana dahulu, yang mana lebih penting. Yang mana perlu untuk serius. Yang mana perlu konsentrasi. Yang mana perlu lebih study. Yang mana tahap cinta. Yang mana untuk masa depan. Yang mana perlu disiplin. Orang berjaya ialah orang yang apabila bercinta pun(couple) dia lebih mencintai diri sendiri (masa depan diri sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;daripada mencintai pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so study hard&lt;br /&gt;get mature! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2744102035657501216?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2744102035657501216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2744102035657501216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2744102035657501216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2744102035657501216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/08/syg.html' title='Khalimah Cinta'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2222023600101380301</id><published>2009-07-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:41:31.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>A moment to remember..</title><content type='html'>The name is still there at the place where im not authorize to alter it or to delete it. Their picture stick for ever full with memories and make everyone in the world envy it. It is the one that i cant solve the problem and makes me stand this tall to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost something in my life that cant be compared to any things in this world nor can be replace with similar value. It just like a grass in a football field where i want to find the finest grass, even where i already found it, i hope and chase for better grass later i just ignore the one i pick up. It just something ungraceful things and it can cost you your life. Admit is and improvement so with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here where nobody would read my clumsy blog i wanna reveal it. The promise that I made to myself to let it go away and pray to Allah swt that i will be a better person. (much much better from now) I pray that i will have strong relationship with Allah swt so that he can help me in every aspect of mah life. People like me will of cause do a lot of mistake but from now onward i want to do the kaizen of mah life. (continue to improve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment where i put the full stop to it. Put a dot to it. This is black and white.I stop chase the blue moon where i cant possibly reach even see. I truly, frankly give up and fall to the lowest ground humbly, perhaps with these i see and open my eyes to other divine and shine grass that would create or turn into beautiful flower as bright future waits ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2222023600101380301?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2222023600101380301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2222023600101380301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2222023600101380301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2222023600101380301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-to-remember.html' title='A moment to remember..'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4491417018766549982</id><published>2009-07-19T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:26:28.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTD Test</title><content type='html'>With current world evolving their system follow, The economy and speedy growth in public sector level up the interest of people who want to be a public servant. yes this one include the paycheck. People nowadays much more interest in working in public sector than private company because of the accommodation, the bonus and the rest time at home would be longer. Of cause this precious out side of working time would be a bonus also if your current paycheck level up same in the corporate sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already work as the process engineer in one of the largest car manufacturer in malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm cc dah abeh duit...malas nak tambah..post je la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersambung nnt..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh aku dpt g test ptd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntah nak g ke x...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4491417018766549982?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4491417018766549982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4491417018766549982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4491417018766549982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4491417018766549982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/07/ptd-test.html' title='PTD Test'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7126502288192050269</id><published>2009-06-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:43:42.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Making fast decision</title><content type='html'>In life we always given a choice in what we will do. Or mostly there are multiple choice. Fast decision and wise perhaps would make the choice quite difficult to handle in most people. They would presume that choices is a headache. Some choose to think for a while then they can make perfect decision. To be a smart man, the choice we would want to make must be both fast and wise. Well we mostly have our own situation where the path we must choose was kinda flurry and we need to be fast or else the one chance will just fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encounter a lot of decision especially in engineer life. That one include terminate people that we cant trust anymore or wrong doing. Bosses always teach me not to feel sorry for them. Its their business anyway. If i'm the owner of the factory i wouldnt know what cruel and sorry decision i would make. Me myself always make the same mistake including lack of english writing or vocabulary thing. They say i already improve but i dont think im that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly in speaking may be yes, i can speak faster english now maybe cuz too much conversation with the chinese bosses. They wont approve if you communicate with them in malay language. Nway i already out of topic talking about english. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway, i'm at home now..helping my father in his business. What makes me heart attack is he asking me to work with him at the point when i already been offered by bosses in my industrial training factory. Most of them ask just work with your father you dont have to worry anything. But i guess that just a random opinion. Only me know the real reason why and why not. Izzit about proving i can live with myself with myself without other helps. Or izzit about the status. Not to mention the paycheck is small compared to what my father would offer. My head is full of cloud..am i able to do the markerting manager job and increase the business profit. Or am i just a mere fresh engineer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7126502288192050269?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7126502288192050269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7126502288192050269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7126502288192050269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7126502288192050269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-fast-decision.html' title='Making fast decision'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4367166334004934099</id><published>2009-05-03T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:05:44.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The BIG dream</title><content type='html'>Kejayaan seseorang itu bergantung kepada angan2? ye lah kalau kita tidak berangan-angan macam mane kita nak wat plan kan?kalo x de plan macam mane nak lakukan tindakan. Cam cite2 jgk biar bercita2 yg besar. Kalo pun x dpt gapai bintang dilangit dpt cecah awan pun jdlah..haha..dlm hidup aku ni..banyak sangat persimpangan dan cabang2 yang aku nak pilih dan tempuh..haih..penat tuk aku wat keputusan. Bukan penat sampai berpeluh..cuma letih dari segi nak fikirkan baik buruk. Better solat je wat pilihan kn. Hm..let it go first. aku pun x mau wat keputusan terburu. Sorang engineer pernah ckp kat aku engineer kene wat keputusan dan tindakan dengan cepat.. Tp aku x nak dengar dlu nasihat ini.. aku nak wat fikir masak2 br wat keputusan..It about my future anyway..haih..family business..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4367166334004934099?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4367166334004934099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4367166334004934099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4367166334004934099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4367166334004934099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-dream.html' title='The BIG dream'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-5492030591391227431</id><published>2009-04-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:13:20.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time to get matured!!!</title><content type='html'>I used to read some science book back when i was in high school. It true that girls are much more mature and independent if we compared to a boy same age. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hormone&lt;/span&gt; that makes the girl mature?I totally unaware &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the boy whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; compared to this girl. This makes me regret the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blame myself for being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt;. Its the family background and what my mother want in me. I can say that my mother was and still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; impact towards my attitude and road of life. Its her concern and strict rules make who i am today. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know who am i today if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; with her scold and my dad anger. But then there also some other impact to my attitude with my mother condemn. I hardly find myself satisfied of what i done no matter how good i am. I strive for the best. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because my mother wont praise me not even smile. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know her strategy to teach me back then but now i know. If we use to feel satisfied of what we do we wont improve. We get used to it and that just it. The feeling of unsatisfied of our work will makes us always do better and better. I guess everyone have thier own different story to tell. My friend always say that im the lucky one,but deep inside me i wont agree i get it all but i still lost of finding love. I stop searching the job because I already get one but the job tackle my life. Engineer often busy and i am that busy. I dont know how many month i can pull this engineer life cuz my father already asked me to work with him and offer great deal. Im confuse and i prove nothing to my mum, plus i dont know if im lucky or not. I just pray that i'll always stay on this true straight line of Allah swt way no matter im in luck or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-5492030591391227431?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/5492030591391227431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=5492030591391227431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5492030591391227431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5492030591391227431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-get-matured.html' title='Time to get matured!!!'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7767096667078163379</id><published>2009-03-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:25:39.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Hard To find Work</title><content type='html'>The economy crisis on 1997-1998 did'nt concern me at all. i'm just a child back then. Ive been flattering around. Busy with bla-bla chatting and keep ignoring the fact that some group fail and bow down on their knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm in the middle of big crisis worse than back in 1997.  Its really hard to find a job even for a guy like him. Or me? It shouldnt be a problem i thought of myself. But then the reality now we all need to realize how bad the situation is. Deep inside me i'm kindda affraid too. This challenge me a lot and i'm barely stand with it. hope that things will go well for me.. amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7767096667078163379?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7767096667078163379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7767096667078163379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7767096667078163379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7767096667078163379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/03/hard-to-find-work.html' title='Hard To find Work'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-8139884490620610384</id><published>2009-03-14T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:33:19.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>heh lame x update</title><content type='html'>Busy2 with work. I never ever thought that working condition is so much stress and tension compared with study time.. thus i wanna write my rutin here so that you'all know hows the working life...feels like yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.55 am. woke up, subuh, take a bath.(biase aku tgu member aku masuk bilik air dlu br bgn)&lt;br /&gt;7.45 am. driving to work already.&lt;br /&gt;5.40pm suppost the (industrial trainning working hour finished but i stay back doing unfinished work)&lt;br /&gt;7.45pm drive home&lt;br /&gt;8.25pm having dinner at sri kayu or b.b. steak house.&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm drive home&lt;br /&gt;11.00pm sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bored and tension life in the working days..sometimes i felt like i dont have any 'life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus.. during weekend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am-10.00am : Do the laundry..(kene bsh pakai tangan le)&lt;br /&gt;10.00am-4.00pm : cybercafe sometimes, lepaking at foodstall..or going to bb bowling&lt;br /&gt;10.00pm-12.00am :EPL futsal or All Star futsal (RawanG)&lt;br /&gt;1.00am-2.00am : Lepaking at sri kayu or b.b. steak house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stressly think about monday morning again.. :(&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart..i say...i dont think i suit for this presure lifestyle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-8139884490620610384?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/8139884490620610384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=8139884490620610384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8139884490620610384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8139884490620610384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/03/heh-lame-x-update.html' title='heh lame x update'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7993148297796935085</id><published>2009-01-30T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:34:50.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Xmau balik...</title><content type='html'>Bestnye cuti kat umah.. semalam aku baru balik dari Queenbay lepak dengan Iqbal Sinclair. Kami lepak2 tengok wayang. Iqbal ni Li kat Intel Corp. Kiteroang tukar2 cite even xde masa. Tp aku suh dia datang jugak ke Queenbay. Bal yang br balik keje terus datang ke Queenbay. Kiteroang tengok Underworld 3 (Rise of the lycan), Layan gak le citer ni sayang awek hero tu mati. Rupe-rupenye Underworld 3 ni flashback punye cerita. Start macam mane warewolf second generation jadi. Ape-apehal pun korank kenelah tgk cite ni br paham. Lepas abez tgk wyg perut pun merase lapar, Iqbal ajak g KFC tp aku ajak ke Zubaidah. Boikotlah sket sementara waktu ni. Walaupun mgidam nak makan McDonald's huhu. Nyum2. Kiteroang lepak mamak Bal belanje aku. Memang best. Kalo dpt Li kat Intel mmg cun cuz Li dapat alaun RM 800 beb. Banyak lagi dari APM, um citer punye citer sambil layan Puaka Niang Rapik episod last dah kul 10.oo mlm. Aku pulang naik highway PLUS balik ke rumah. Iqbal balik ke umah sewa di Kulim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok aku akan balik ke Rawang. Wonder if aku dapat pasang tenet kat umah aku ke x. Heh..susahlah kalo x de tenet. Camne nak update blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7993148297796935085?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7993148297796935085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7993148297796935085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7993148297796935085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7993148297796935085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmau-balik.html' title='Xmau balik...'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2428675682732258248</id><published>2009-01-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:21:53.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>I'm back at last..</title><content type='html'>U never know how much i miss this blog. Damn i miss u so mmuch!!!. I miss to write and write everything i can think of and what burst out of my mind. What stop me? DOING THE INDUSTRIAL TRAINING!. Getting out of college seem excited? u'd better think about that again. Everything start at level zero. Everything need to buy and no one cares about ur safety except u urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i first step at Bukit Beruntung. Jalan Seroja. Its 11 December 2008. Thursday.   The house we rent look like haunted. I've seen dog shit at the front door. During our first night the electricity suddenly cut. It happened to be our first night. Not to mention the grass on our house was as tall as me. We recite yassin during that dark night. I sleep tiredly without mattress. We (me with Acai) sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us the rental company cares about our complaint and take immediate action. They cut the grass and repair the electricity. We samak our room. Then the next day all of the double story house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday most of our housemate come. its all 8 of us. I got offer from APM . Acai got offer from FUJISEATS. Basically we're tha same company. So acai ride with me. Plus with Kerol (hemster) Suhairy (ex YDP UMP), Wan Ganu, Sapuan T-REX, Husni, Aiman Silat. All of us wake up early that day. Getting ready all of us decide to wear just collar t-shirt. At first we'd been introduce to the company policy. I listened and took note. Then we been brought around the company department. I feel blank. Everything they explained didnt stick inside my mind. Its too much for one whole day. I just come back from Aussie. I need to focus now i keep remind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day over. The next day &amp;amp; couple weeks after was the day that i learned. Imagine of a degree holder doing the operator work for 3 week. That me! &amp;amp; some of my friend! They even worse. Acai gotta stay in the line (seat line assembly operator for more than a month) did we really ask for this type of industrial training &amp;amp; being paid RM 600 per month? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Did we ever complaint to university faculty? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;We do learn.&lt;br /&gt;In other prospect. I'll tell u why later..kay nk p mkan sat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2428675682732258248?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2428675682732258248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2428675682732258248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2428675682732258248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2428675682732258248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-at-last.html' title='I&apos;m back at last..'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-5175833150859909419</id><published>2008-12-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:47:28.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne (Second Chapter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWCWeenLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4mhuu10kYDI/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWCWeenLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4mhuu10kYDI/s400/DSC01544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217136927546546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;From left: PakCik Khairul,Khairiyah,Khalijah,Cik Timah,My Sis,Mom&amp;amp;Dad,Mahmod,Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWCew9lUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tJIT5RW5yA4/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWCew9lUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tJIT5RW5yA4/s400/DSC01466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217139152557378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen feeding the kangaroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWBhjD5II/AAAAAAAAAk0/sUkdb2MOaCE/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWBhjD5II/AAAAAAAAAk0/sUkdb2MOaCE/s400/DSC01629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217122719687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3.52pm , Saturday, 22.11.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up late. I sleep after subuh prayer then i woke up last. Everyone already ready and waited for me. I have a real quick shower. The weather is very2 cold maybe the early raining makes the weather much colder today. I shave and i cut my mustache in the toilet very quick. I lost my towel yesterday thus I'd been using my t-shirt as my towel. I eat my breakfast nasi goreng fast cuz today we're going to wildlife center in Ballarat. There are 11 of us from my family and Cik Timah family include Mahmod (the arab-palestinian guy). Thus we need 3 cars. We can just ride on 4 people sit in the same row. Its the nissan x-trail anyway. My family and i even have some experience in Medan indonesia where all five of us sit back in the same row whenever ridding the Toyota Innova (Kijang in Indonesia). Nobody are willing to do that in Aussie. People just keep remind me to put on my seat belt whenever i ride the car ovar here. The fine here for not wearing the seat belt is $200 (RM500) minimum. Today i ride with mahmod with ford (?) En Khairul second car. Karen drive Nissan Sentra which she bought from her uncle. He wanna give it for her for free but karen paid $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ballarat about an hours travel by cars from Leverton. In Ballarat there are so many interesting places but we only go to the Ballarat wildlife park. Its raining heavily when i go to Ballarat but the heavy rain didnt attract my attention. What on my mind right now who is this guy? Mahmod? What did he do? How did he met karen? All this question left unanswered unquestioned. Suddenly i broke the silent between us by asking him many question about Aussie. He reply good and we have simple conversation. Mahmod left his study in mechanical engineering. He work as a private currier driver paid for $1200 per week (woo van driver paycheck?). Karen work in a company as an accountant paid $800 per week. Thus both of them makes about $2000 per week. Thus  Most of Australian goverment organization/private factory sector paid their worker every week. If you look at the karen and her fiance combine their pay check it almost australian dollar $8000 permonth which is amost equal to RM 20k. They just did a normal job here in Australia. No wonder no one here care about my degree of engineering in Malaysia. It just pathetic to compared the pay check in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive at Ballarat suddenly the rain stop for a while. All of us get out of the car. Then i heard the sound of the rain drop comming heavy around us. My dad told us that there is heavy rain comming. All of us didnt move and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wrong with this strong wind sound?Aku pun rase pelik bunyi angin ke hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the icy rain droplet surprisingly drop heavy to all of us forcing us to quickly enter the car again. This was my first experience to the ice rain. (hujan batu kata orang malaysia). Imagine of a small icy cold stone drop from above pour heavy to you. I hate it when the ice droplet goes into my cloth. It cold and it'll wet my cloth later. We all wait in the car. I'm with Mahmod. My sis are with karen. My dad are with Cik Timah &amp;amp; Pakcik Khairul. We wait for 15 minutes i guess. Then we just force a way through the icy rain entering Ballarat Wildlife Park. What awaits us is heart warming kangaroo huhu. Imagine how friendly the kangaroo here. All of the animal here are very tame or docile especially the kangaroo. There are no kangaroo cage here so the kangaroo just free to jump around and you are free to touch or give the kangaroo food. And believe me there are more than enough kangaroo for everyone here. The kangaroo will just jump closer to u whenever you met one cuz they want you to feed them food. I just been calculating about the price to enter Wildlife park here. It cost us $170 for 11 people. That price is already discount with 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ballarat wildpark there are so many of wildlife animal. As you can see i try to put some of the piccar here. There are Landak, Burung Unta. Buaya, variaty of snake species, Koala,Very2 big eagle, the wombat erm and lots others animal. I enjoy visit the animal here as most of the animal are actually out of the cage especially the kangaroo &amp;amp; burung unta. Other animal like koala, snake also brought out the cage with supervise by Ballarat Wildlife Park workers to let the visitor touch them or take the piccar with. Well in here also i met some of malaysian university student hurm banyak jugak org malaysia sesat kat sini. A group of malaysia student some of them are kawaii ne ehehe. We have a chat actually they think that we're also further study here. Nope we're just visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-5175833150859909419?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/5175833150859909419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=5175833150859909419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5175833150859909419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/5175833150859909419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-second-chapter.html' title='Melbourne (Second Chapter)'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STVWCWeenLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4mhuu10kYDI/s72-c/DSC01544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-26394212782343279</id><published>2008-12-01T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:37:31.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Melbourne city a Novel (First Chapter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNmkY9QCzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lpZQCyAzTBE/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNmkY9QCzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lpZQCyAzTBE/s400/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672363941661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Cik Timah House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cik Timah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-------&gt; My mother friend.Already have permenent Australian status as she lived in Aussie for 22 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakcik Khairul&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Cik Timah husband. Work in the Ford company (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;------------&gt; Real named Khairunnisa but her friend find it difficult to said thus change to be Karen. Cik Timah &amp;amp; Pak Cik Khairul 1st daughter. Born in Melbourne 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Khalijah&lt;/span&gt;---------&gt; She's 13 years old. Karen sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Khairiyah&lt;/span&gt;-------&gt; She's 9 years old. Karen youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro Jijan&lt;/span&gt;--------&gt; Married Cik Timah sister. Work &amp;amp; lived in Australian for 1 year &amp;amp; half.(with wife &amp;amp; kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Along&lt;/span&gt;------------&gt; Cik Timah brother in law. Married Cik Timah Sister. Live long enough to built 2 business in Melbourne. Nursery (kids nursery kidda fail) Now have chicken grill shop at the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FiKi&lt;/span&gt;--------------&gt; Real name Fikri, Stdy in RMIT (Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology)&lt;br /&gt;Cik Timah foster son. Born in 1989.Family is a tokey kain. Ex- giat MARA now stdy RMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.55 pm, friday 21,11,2008. Thomas street . Leverton . Melbourne . Victoria . Australia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day of my family and i went to aussie. I still cant sleep well here. The coldness of the night sweep my cheeks cold. I felt cold in my face when im sleeping thus disturb my face and my sleep here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here everyplace feel as cold as air cond. Out side the house feel much more colder then inside which totally different compare to malaysia. Hot and wet all the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.30am here praying the subuh prayer.But the sky here as bright as 8.00am in malaysia. It very quiet as the place here considered to be half country half cities. The houses around here look like a bungalow in country side of malaysia. They are no flat and no terrace house or twins house situated here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 9.00pm, friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from melbourne city. Its freaking cold here. I now realize why mat salleh didnt take a bath much. Its very2 cold especially at night and in the morning. Obviously you didnt want to take a bath with these cold water running through ur body. Or if u take a bath then ur' body will shake like crazy. I hate cold weather, sometime its okay but for a very long time it make me imagine some nice warm place now. Malaysian hot beach perhaps. Its even far from winter here but the coldness makes u wanna be at home all day and all night. That y nobody are standing outside their house doing nathing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard khalijah talking to my youngest sista. Khalijah is karen (khairunnisa) young sister. Tonight is the first time i talked bout something directly to karen. I felt very ackward when she arrive at home um 10 pm. Everybody seem quiet, big sis come back home i guess. Khalijah &amp;amp; kha... were quiet too and they broke the silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why everyone seem so quiet when u arrive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen keep silent. I donno what on her mind right now. But she join us sitting in front watching harry potter 'goblet of fire'. I donno but my heart keep telling me that may be she wanna have some conversation with me. But her engagement to the arab-palastinian guy prevent and create the silent moment between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karen baru balik kerje ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hah, Nope i already back around 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh igt baru balik td kalau balik skrg ni lwt sgt" i broke the silent between us. She looking at me and she looking back at his chocolate recipe book. Karen can understand malay but she cant speak malay much. She was born in Melbourne in 1987 and been visiting in malaysia couple times. Her mom 'cik timah' stay and work here with pakcik khairul. Pak cik khairul and cik timah speak malay at home but i guess when their daugther went to school the malays verb and vocabulary vanish. What left is just english rich with australian slang. I've seen karen piccar since i was in primary school and she doest change much. The beauty remains what makes her special may be she was already engage now. Darah manis orang tua2 kata. More stunning with her fair skin. I've seen she eat all the tomato when cik timah making the salad. Maybe that why she have fair skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i felt right now. My sista keep teasing me about karen. I keep telling my heart that i will only recounize her as part of my family now. Even thou sometime i wish my family are here when karen still doest have any serius relationship with guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smbg esok lah pnt ni..mengntuk da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s---All of this was written at my laptop in Cik Timah house, Leverton, Melbourne. Paste here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNowB_8Q9I/AAAAAAAAAks/vr0lGudcgHw/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNowB_8Q9I/AAAAAAAAAks/vr0lGudcgHw/s400/DSC01307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274674762960618450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erk?gaye sket r sejuk2 pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNov4fX2lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ziqM0pkXLeA/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNov4fX2lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ziqM0pkXLeA/s400/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274674760408095314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNov3M68zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rZwsO0RQeCQ/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNov3M68zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rZwsO0RQeCQ/s400/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274674760062268210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-26394212782343279?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/26394212782343279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=26394212782343279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/26394212782343279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/26394212782343279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/11/melbourne-city-novel.html' title='Melbourne city a Novel (First Chapter)'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/STNmkY9QCzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lpZQCyAzTBE/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-1669409336044845019</id><published>2008-11-18T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:27:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Now i'm at Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we'll depart from Kuala Lumpur to Melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;Wish us best of luck &amp;amp; safe journey..&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly told the story of my journey here soon..&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-1669409336044845019?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/1669409336044845019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=1669409336044845019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1669409336044845019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/1669409336044845019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-to-melbourne.html' title='Trip to Melbourne'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-3159134465240844539</id><published>2008-11-10T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:40:32.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Final Semester in Final Year Last part</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3am..my head spinning real hard..i feel like i wanna puke..my trout hurt..i'm not feelin well..maybe the effect of attempt no 1. or the effect of eat too much plump..I donno.. but what i know i needed to finished this burden today. Suhairi will bind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jidil&lt;/span&gt;) this thesis tday, hurm i'll tried. I thought im strong enough to stay up and concentrate. I guess im wrong. I sleep at my desk out of tiredness. I woke up again after my join and muscle cramp for stayin in the same unconfie condition for a long time. I felt very dizzy..i tried to remember what am i suppose to do..i just keep on writting blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the sink and splash up some cold water to my drowse face. Argh this headache just dont know how to cool down. I swear to my self. I donno what confuse me. But i felt interupted of my mum called in the evening. She told me to just finished my thesis cuz she need to told me somethin. What? why? these question never answered but stuck in my head. I'm the one person who cant stop thinking the problem until the problem solve or im satisfied with it. This is not a problem yet its just some secret i think it just not a corret time. I remember my friends mad at me cuz i dont trust him. It just my nature but im now learning to put a trust somebody. Let it go sometime. Let the problem solve by itself. It never started anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that i'be leaving ump soon..its hurt i donno maybe the feeling of loneliness and lost some friends makes my feeling a little bit down. Plus with burden of work i just cant think anymore. I look at my friend sleeping i realize someday i'll not wake up finishing thesis anymore. Atleast my friend will not sleep there. It just a couple of day everybody will scatter around malaysia doing thier internship. Meeting new friends and new job. I look at my past and think of how well am i doing here..how many good thing have i done in my university years? Will people recounize me or feel my lost? I hope i leave a good mark here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and i pray so that HIM will guide me through my whole life. There will be some good thing tomorrow better than today hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-3159134465240844539?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/3159134465240844539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=3159134465240844539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3159134465240844539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3159134465240844539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-semester-in-final-year-last-part.html' title='Final Semester in Final Year Last part'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-9013416281479561480</id><published>2008-11-09T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:42:08.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan ketika di universiti</title><content type='html'>1st year, x kenal kawan2. hanya kenal rakan bilik. rakan aras dan rakan2 kelas tertentu saja. Tiap-tiap minggu nak ke kuantan kenalah jalan kaki ke tempat tunggu bas. Tunggu bas berjam2 pakai elok2 nak kuar pun dh start peluh. Naik bas yg penuh berhimpit2, xkisah lah janji dpt ke kuantan. Seminggu asyik duk dalam u ni start naik bosan dh. Kat dalam bas bleh tdo dlu sebab sejam br sampai ke kuantan. Lepas tu kene jalan kaki agak dlm 2-3 kilometer gak ke Megamall. Macam tu la rutin hidup masa tahun 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year, dah dapat duk umah, duit pun xbrape ade jadi kumpul duit ptptn beli keta buruk satu bleh bawa jalan2 penat dh berjalan kaki tahun 1. Keta tu nama white bumblebee. Honda pagar kata org kampung. X kisah jugak apa org nak kata janji aku x penat berjalan kaki. Bumblebee banyak berjasa. Dari kedah sampai kelantan pun pernah. Second year x banyak sangat kuar. Duk bilik stady sket. Dh banyak kuar time 1st year. Duit pun dh abez beli keta. Tp banyak program2 u aku mula ikut. Banyak sijil2 sebab masa 2nd year la zaman nak kumpul sijil modal tuk keje nnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year banyak program2 yg x ikut dh cuma program2 besar join jugak. Jadi faci tuk student baru dan ke kelantan ikut prgram anak angkat cari pengalaman masa muda org kata. Last program panjat gunung batu putih. Mcm ni rupanya rasa panjang gunung. Mmg extream &amp;amp; thrill. Masa ni mak dengan baik hati bagi pinjam kancil Terima kasih mak. Duit tengah sengkek jadi kene jual bumblebees. Pinjam2 pun kene bayar lah bulan2. Xde duit nak bayar wat sewe keta. Nasib x jd paper kat keta. Masa third year pikiran mula start dewasa x nak mengaharap duit parent saje jd start buat business pasal komputer2. X tahu langsung jd ajak member yg terer join. Menjadi. adalah duit lebih sket modal tuk bersuka2 sama kawan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th year Hidup ni kene matang. Blaja tuk jadi org yg lebih baik dari sebelum2 ini. Business berkembang pesat jugak. Nasib baik ada lah duit x bergantung sangat duit parent lg. Tp bukan senang nak jaga business sedang smbil blajar. Banyak belajar hidup berbusiness. Sangat2 busy sampai xde masa nak makan kadang2. Bdn pun kurus asyk ke kl uruskan business. Xape lah mude lg masa ni la nak merantau mencuba mencari pengalaman. Stdy mcm biasa, cuma kadang2 x de masa dengan kawan2. Sementara je masa uruskan business. Lepas dh abez br lah senang sket. Sekarang ni rase masa berlalu terlalu cepat. Masih banyak yg perlu dilakukan masa dengan university. Banyak lagi yg kene blajar. Tak apalah.. hidup ni memang mcm ni. Kene cergas kalo x kita ketinggalan.  X baik mengeluh.. jd berusahalah (ckp kat diri sendiri)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-9013416281479561480?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/9013416281479561480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=9013416281479561480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9013416281479561480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9013416281479561480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/11/kenangan-ketika-di-universiti.html' title='kenangan ketika di universiti'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-9015113612328745059</id><published>2008-11-03T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:32:06.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa esok lambat?</title><content type='html'>x sabar aku menanti hari esok..paper pertama dan terakhir semester ini..aku tak rasa aku study banyak pun..aku takut juga..terdetik kata hati aku cuma nak lulus sahaja paper ini..aku harap esok berlalu dengan cepat..aku tak sabar nak menempuh alam baru..tp aku pasti akan merindui alam kuliah di u ini..ntah aku bersedia atau tak..aku ragu-ragu..aku sendiri nak belajar banyak-banyak lagi..tp setakat ini saja masa untuk aku belajar kat u..kalo lebih nnt orang akan cakap aku extend..aku x mahu tu plak. Mungkin aku rasa aku dah penat belajar. Tp sesungguhnya tension belajar adalah yang paling ringan jika dibandingkan tension2 akan dtg. aku dpt jangkakan yang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adekah hari esok untuk aku hari yang gembira..aku bleh update blog lg ni..padahal misteri soalan2 spot ice masih belum terhurai..akan aku cuba buat yang terbaik tuk esok..alang2 celup perkasam biar sampai ke hujung lengan..kata orang tua-tua biarlah biduk berlalu..kiambang bertaut jua.. akan aku sempurnakan kertas esok. aku mengharap doa kawan-kawan. aku nak mengejar bintang berkelip..walau x tergapai tangan tp aku nak mencuba sedayanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-9015113612328745059?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/9015113612328745059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=9015113612328745059&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9015113612328745059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/9015113612328745059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/11/kenapa-esok-lambat.html' title='kenapa esok lambat?'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7184561024382287023</id><published>2008-10-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:09:40.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy Ting Tong In My head</title><content type='html'>This week drive me crazy..actually its stated last week with exam, test, assignment, presentation &amp;amp; quiz..argh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somehow gotta survive this environment. &lt;/span&gt;Hold on till the last drop of it. I tried to do the best of it but sometimes i got carried away with watching movies and tension of stdy then i just sleep and sleep like a baby. Haha. Then woke up with all the misery stuck in my head, it never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got confuse with naza and apm again..suddenly my dad and mom called asked me to go with naza while i already summited my industrial traning in apm. I called apm for cancellation but the deputy general manager asked me to rethink about it again &amp;amp; reply in a week because he wanna offer me a place there. conform. I'm feel my life full of doubt again..i fantasize the poem the road not taken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my life, alhamdullilah but choices? im not really good at it. I just let my feeling choose. Flip a coin? haha. already tried that. i figured out ah whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mana2 same shj. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada rezeki adalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball today..my finger still hurt but playing basketball again makes other finger hurt as well ahahaha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lantak lah &lt;/span&gt;aku rindu men basketball tp skrg skill makin kurang asyk kalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I already summited my thesis like what i expected only few correction. Am i too good or my beloved supervisor is lazy kah? I think the last one is the correct answer. I'm gonna leave some of my friends here in just a couple weeks. We'll got separated everywhere in malaysia. Doing our last semester of study. Industrial training. I'll find a new friends. That how it goes friends comes and go but true friends stuck with you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Networking is very impotent&lt;/span&gt; i even wrote about it in rocai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last days of college. I hope i can pass my days of study in a very honorable ways. Left a good marks in ump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7184561024382287023?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7184561024382287023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7184561024382287023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7184561024382287023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7184561024382287023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy-busy-ting-tong-in-my-head.html' title='Busy Busy Busy Ting Tong In My head'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7654196104018715360</id><published>2008-10-24T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:07:15.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pening'/><title type='text'>The road not taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SQFmCSdeQuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wamWOuBPiPg/s1600-h/The_Road_Not_Taken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SQFmCSdeQuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wamWOuBPiPg/s400/The_Road_Not_Taken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260598029246677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are unsure about our decision. Either we make a right decision or the otherwise. It usually happened when we have more than 2 choices or much more.Is internship is just an internship? its totally wrong in UMP. In other university internship is an internship. But for UMP internship is like a job. After the internship program people can just work there because there are no semester left in UMP. This rule stand in UMP until my batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3 offer form industry and i been dreaming about choosing the right company. Its hard to make a decision if the company status is rather similar in each other. We are no expert to know the detail of the chosen company unless we already work there. Then it comes to the conclusion of the question.. What if i make a wrong decision What if the company i didnt chose would offer me a place rather than the other one. This question trap in my head for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we read about the road not taken. He take the one less traveled by. Then i should take NAZA. what if i take the one which have many fruit? Then i should take APM. APM paid allowances much higher than NAZA. You tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;                  And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;                  Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;                  Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;                  Had worn them really about the same, &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;                  In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;                  Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;                  I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                      And that has made all the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7654196104018715360?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7654196104018715360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7654196104018715360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7654196104018715360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7654196104018715360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-not-taken.html' title='The road not taken'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SQFmCSdeQuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wamWOuBPiPg/s72-c/The_Road_Not_Taken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2797088666023511493</id><published>2008-10-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:38:18.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the good days'/><title type='text'>Final Semester in Final Year Part 3</title><content type='html'>I tried to sleep its 1.00am in the morning..when i closed my eyes all ive been thinking was what gonna happened tmrw. Am i gonna screw up the fyp presentation? are my secret gonna be revealed?Everybody have their scared question and their weak point in FYP. Everyone have it. A question that killed them, that they dont really sure the answer or sometime it what the lied about their fyp. Nobody can claim they have finished their fyp 100%. When they finished more than 80% it was good enough. Me? i donno maybe around 70%. But the panel may be didnt realize that. Atleast i hoped that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt remember when i sleep. i woke up around 6.50 praying that this fyp presentation run as smooth as i want.After I taked a bath. I practiced and i searched for the answer for the question that mostly the panel would asked me. Even in the last minutes. I didnt find what i searched. 1 year of searching for this simple thing and even now i didnt have the answer.Am i that lazy?My friend been waiting for me out side. We moved together walked fast as we're little bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all my friends presented first. Every single detail count, the 's' in ur grammar count as wrong and a medium for them to blame ur attitude and lack of engineering skill. Some of my friend even worst. 'Ur RESULT IS WRONG!' Mr Sharir speaked. even they think of disqualified my friend. All of them before me have their weak point attacked. and the only thing they can do was keep quiet and listen to what the panel blame and mumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out. but i built my strength back i motive myself hoping that i wont shake out of nervousness. I tried to imagine that the panel was my friend so that i would presented well. I did prepare and this is final all that i can do was speak up fluently as i practice. I found it strange about Mr sharir he didnt ask me much. So as that other panel. All the question they ask is the question i already prepared. I can answered them quite well. I guess my panel doest really know well about my project so they didnt asked much. I was in a great relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit sad for all my friend. How am i supposed to walk home when ur the only person that didnt get the blame. I'm not that hardworking but i guess i'm lucky. My friend would said "pandai kelentong bleh la x kene" I just smile taking their blame of accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished fyp presentation makes me feel like flying. This was the one who stopped my graduation or atleast that ive been thinking all this while. Until i realize that my carry marks for ICE isnt tht much.Argh there still a lot of thing to do,to study and to prepare. I wanna relax very2 long time after i finished this semester. I been thinking about aussie. Not now..okay not now.. Now?..i just wanna drink cold milo.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put here some tips for presentation (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceh mcm gempaq je nak bg tips kat org..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Be well prepared of your content make sure you know well(in detail) all the slide that u put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pull out the slide that contain formula that u didnt understand unless u have master the formula.(this is the attacked point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pull out irrelevant literature's review. (just put 2-4 slide of literature review that connected to your experiment or stdy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Makes the power point slide atleast 5 days before presentation. (trust me you'll need to change the power point many times in order to perfect it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Practice &amp;amp; practice &amp;amp; practice try to remember your content.(time set practice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lets do the talking rather than reading the slide. (it will shown confident of your project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Animation and picture helps panel to understand your study. Explain from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Explain the process well even the process you did wrong.(this will shown your commitment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup kot..len2 pandai2 le korang..nway gudluck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf cik sitinurulhawa saya x dpt approvekan komen anda..namun apa yg anda katakan semua betul..cuma situasi tu anda x nampak..namun tetap betul jadi..betullah mcm pantun melayu lama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berguru ke padang datar, dapat rusa belang kaki&lt;br /&gt;Berguru kepalang ajar, bagai bunga kembang tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksud pantun ini adalah hmm ape yer...rumit-rumit..kiasan jangan kurang ajar dekat guru kita..hmm takut ilmu yang diajar x berkat lalu memakan diri? macam tu kut..aku rasa la..jadi adat orang berguru..xkan melawan guru..al kisah imam malik kalo x silap..ketika imam malik memberi syarah..lalu lalu seorang kafir berseluar pendek..imam malik bangun dan memberi hormat..pelajar2 imam malik berasa janggal kenapakah imam malik yang hebat ini memberi hormat kepada kafir berseluar pendek ini..namun imam malik menjawab dia pernah mengajar saya satu ilmu. Kemudian sy harus hormat kepada guru saya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2797088666023511493?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2797088666023511493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2797088666023511493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2797088666023511493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2797088666023511493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-semester-in-final-year-part-3.html' title='Final Semester in Final Year Part 3'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-8259435384956625139</id><published>2008-10-11T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:48:08.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>176</title><content type='html'>AKU XDE MOOD NAK TULIS APA2 HARI INI&lt;br /&gt;apa2 pun congrtwishuapyalwyzthx4gvgmelttlebitof4...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-8259435384956625139?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/8259435384956625139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=8259435384956625139&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8259435384956625139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/8259435384956625139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/10/176.html' title='176'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2465189150666841086</id><published>2008-10-05T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:13:23.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Raya in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Its the tradition that makes us different and who we are. Like old malay verbs "biar mati anak jangan mati adat" It quite a harsh words to say but then the tradition is something that group us and distinguish us in some respectful manner or honorable race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirits of helping each other (family and friends) making biskut raya or lemang or kek before hari raya is the tradition. For me i try to baked my own choc cake but sry hehe it didnt be as easy as i thought it sound. During hari raya eve, usually my kazen and i will go out and try to find lemang. We just brought it..it will be very hard work to 'msk lemang' thus this is the easiest way..By then we can see pelita decoration in others kampung house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hari raya appologies is a common words. I received several raya appologies msg from my friend,i salam and wish raya before i took off home,i often say sorry and salam when i make other hurt.(at least try to) but none of these feeling can be compared when I hold my parent hand and kiss them for raya appologies during hari raya morning. This feeling of forgiveness bless me for the whole year. This is the greatest feeling of hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the family season, usually i just walk to 3 close family member house. My Tok Cik house , Tok Ngah House, and Tok Lang house. With all my kazen we walked and discuss about anything sometimes joking and laugh. I still remember when i was like 7 years old, I sit in that long chair with my young sis, my sweetest kazen Izni,my brotherhood kazen Ilal (we hv done so many things together). We all wear red baju raya.My makngah took tha piccar, I was so happy..innocently happy..then we all go to the family house..sometimes the idea when crazy enough to just go to each house at my kampung to collect duit raya. ahaha..The hari raya makes us feel no worries of kids kidnapping issue but that was a long2 time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowdays my kazen number is rapidly increasing. Its not just 4 of us..its erm 9 of us all togather. The Tok Cik house also have many new family member such as the Doc married with a widow with 4 daughter. Their youngest daughter is just 1 year younger than me. I wonder y that Doc married woman much older than him plus she a widow. It just...umm rare.. suddenly Tok Cik call Nadia...who is Nadia?i wonder...oh she's that Doc express child..Nadia is very beautiful (i really mean it)..&amp;amp; tall..i guess Nadia a little bit manja for being the last. Last raya i see her sleeping in the chair the whole season when we (my kazen and i) visit Tok Cik. I'd never speak to Nadia or salam her, but i salam her mother (Doc wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continue to Tok Ngah house. Here i met the Amira..my dua pupu. I see her and play with her masak2 since we're child. Now she really grow up being a very2 cute gal.kawaii ne..i met acu salini..the Tok Ngah youngest daughter. Together with my kazen we would chat until someone asked us to leave haha..(usually my mum)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is my hari raya.. i dont know about others but for me.. with not many family members i wanna keep this raya memory as long as i can..it keep me forget the problem i endure..the mess i need to clean and cuz it just came to us one day in a year. and each year there's always a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SOuKBebfmtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-cxmJtcWrTU/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SOuKBebfmtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-cxmJtcWrTU/s400/DSC01573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254445148210698962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dengan selamber pakai songkok senget dan kain di hari raya..ni lah gaya raya ala 70-an&lt;br /&gt;(nasib ku tiada baju raya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SOuI60eoQjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8_BJbFjavQ/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SOuI60eoQjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8_BJbFjavQ/s400/DSC01572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443934358716978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My young sis,Acu Salini,Kazen Izni,and Amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2465189150666841086?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2465189150666841086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2465189150666841086&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2465189150666841086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2465189150666841086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-in-malaysia.html' title='Raya in Malaysia'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SOuKBebfmtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-cxmJtcWrTU/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-377434029746451153</id><published>2008-09-26T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:34:30.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bad days'/><title type='text'>The Final Semester in Final Year Part 2</title><content type='html'>In just a glimpse..he disappeared i guess may be he out of the toilet..i put my laptop bag in a chair beside me. (i brought the laptop in case he would wanna see my simulation or result analysis in Algor)..i arranged my seat so he would saw that i brought the Laptop..after 5 minutes he came back. Too tired to smile,or speak up loudly.I didnt look at him. "So mcm mana?" He asked me.. I just cant keep thinking that he might just forgot the title he give me.. I show him the result of my thesis..and explained it to him.Totally i'm not even close at finishing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasnt my presentation day for me..i can hardly smile or speak clearly.. I talked like a drug addict..huhu i tried to talk normally but i cnt, guess it was my limits for staying up this much..He did not asked for the other result..it was enough of what i'hd done and he just asked me to do some graph..i nodded few times..obeyed of what he said as i didnt need to open my laptop anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes its over..i felt disappointed..mix with a bit release with pressure.  At least all this  waited and passion promising something. Eventhough it is not him that i feared. But meeting him is a great success of a lie.. i need to work hard after this i remind myself.. I walked back to my kancil..the others student seem rushing to the lecture hall..it was lecture time i guess..My lecture ended at the same time,I skip ICE lecture to meet with him. I guess not many student attended ICE lecture today, it was our last lecture before hari raya..It was near 11am..the morning breeze already fade..i drove back to my house with slow drive..enjoying the song i'm yours by Jason Marz played by the radio..i wanna keep this feeling a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-377434029746451153?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/377434029746451153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=377434029746451153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/377434029746451153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/377434029746451153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-semester-in-final-year-part-2.html' title='The Final Semester in Final Year Part 2'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-2891793106386153309</id><published>2008-09-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:20:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Semester in Final Year part 1</title><content type='html'>Its have been 6 days i cant sleep...i still not sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just taking a nap..between the hours.. get the strength back..&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel very tired and lost again..i just keep continuing finished my thesis try to run another simulation with another failure awaits. The result always pinch me in some way.. Miss 1 node.. Unreasonable Von Mises Stress.. undetectable material properties..unsure about the boundary condition..my very lack of confident in almost everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep running this world of stress blindly..cuz today i need to show my result.. It is not a must.. Sometimes i felt sad about this.. He never concern about us.. he just wanna know that you get the result in time.. Even if you not, he doesnt seem to care.. he still give u pass.. I seek for her as his loved faded..never shown actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her named is Dr Thet Thet Mon, i recognized her as motherly attitude. She is like a mom. To those who really close to her she is thier mom here.. She help me with care..i felt like  a baby when she carefully look word by word in my thesis sentance..i felt relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i seek for him..im not asking for his concern anymore..its just merely a chat face too face after these year..probably i just met him 4-5 times. He's so busy..or maybe he dont wanna mess his head with our problem..little that i know i just need him to approve me still under his wings. With eyes like a panda..i splash the cold water at my faces..the dizzyness is still there..i take a bath not very long though..i can hardly open my eyes..the sun shines makes my eyes hurt..i pack the laptop and print the draf result in 5 pages with diagram and some graph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijat just pass by me..when i arrived at his door..i looked at Ijat faces try to analyze him wheither Ijat feel better or not after meeting him..i figured Ijat as no cheering mode.. Ijat said" Baik ko lekas ". I didnt asked back why i know he hardly have times for us..last meeting he only give us 2 minutes each to speak or ask anything..blankly i rush in to his room. " Kamu beri saya masa kejap ye..saya nak kuar kejap..kamu duduk dlu "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-2891793106386153309?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/2891793106386153309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=2891793106386153309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2891793106386153309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/2891793106386153309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-semester-in-final-year-part-1.html' title='The Final Semester in Final Year part 1'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7846377380125137493</id><published>2008-09-13T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:51:36.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the good days'/><title type='text'>The field break fasting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMq51Ko_VtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wShyhQNRU78/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMq51Ko_VtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wShyhQNRU78/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245209039066846930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;kad raya najem.. org ada awek la katakan.. of course i would never get card this raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.oopm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Going to kuantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.00pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Acer center bukit sekilau..That particular time everybody was rushing to their home..Tired driving with an empty stomach..i almost cross over a bike..fuhh..remember this1 well..still try to find where is the Acer center..Why ijat draw a maps that was so easy to read? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Finish business arrived at padang depan masjid kuantan. Brought bihun,2 slice ayam,&lt;br /&gt;            and muskmelon drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Duduk bersila atas padang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, waiting for azan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Set the Maghrib prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.37pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost my 40 bucks sandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (never ever put a sandal outside this mosque bring what u got inside) with no shoes i walk calmly to my kancil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Cendol at kuantan parade (nyummy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Arrive back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7846377380125137493?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7846377380125137493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7846377380125137493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7846377380125137493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7846377380125137493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/field-break-fasting.html' title='The field break fasting..'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMq51Ko_VtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wShyhQNRU78/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7142842510664981961</id><published>2008-09-12T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:51:47.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><title type='text'>http://rocai.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>Blog asal http://fierul.blogspot.com telah ditukar menjadi &lt;a href="http://rocai.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rocai.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini berikutan membawa kepada imej lebih umum kepada blog itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambutan terhadap &lt;a href="http://rocai.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rocai.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;adalah amat dijangkakan kerana terdapat ramai penulis2 berbakat dan hasil karya terkini dan lebih updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog http://rocai.blogspot.com berada dibawah naungan UMP SEEKERS CLUB dan BMA STUDENT MECHANICAL AUTOMOTIVE ENGINEERING SOCIETY CLUB (  BMA THE LEGEND )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa rocai? Bukan acai?&lt;br /&gt;1) Rocai membawa maksud gabungan beberapa penulis dan beberapa cerita dan topic seperti mana roti canai..yang pelbagai..(roti sardin,roti telur,roti tisu..dll)&lt;br /&gt;2) Kami jugak selalu lepak di roti canai (rocai depan tasek) sambil makan roti canai dan membincang kan isu2 semasa.&lt;br /&gt;3) Scenario warung roti canai lebih santai dan sesensi tidak tertakluk pada mana2 individu dan pihak. Perkara yang dibincangkan di warung bebas tanpa sempadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pandangan dan komen amatlah dihargai untuk memajukan blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;type :   http://rocai.blogspot.com   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di browser anda sekarang. Mari memeriahkan &lt;a href="http://rocai.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rocai.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-7142842510664981961?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7142842510664981961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7142842510664981961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7142842510664981961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7142842510664981961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/httprocaiblogspotcom.html' title='http://rocai.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-7553976192593960924</id><published>2008-09-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:19:23.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Trip to Medan</title><content type='html'>This was actually my second flight..the first time i was on board internationally on board. Excited as it was..i just followed my dad his Indonesian workers seem to have problem with passport basically we just go there to fix the problem. May 2008. That particular time i dont have any blog yet..so i just put some picture here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr72eygpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1EMzicl-mFE/s1600-h/DSC00892+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr72eygpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1EMzicl-mFE/s400/DSC00892+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244701179542405778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My sister and i..she's 18..we both excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjq0v-GucI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f1jZf98OXfc/s1600-h/DSC00893+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjq0v-GucI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f1jZf98OXfc/s400/DSC00893+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244699958023993794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My youngest sis..she's 9 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjq0VitOKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l9rRno5G_iI/s1600-h/DSC00720+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjq0VitOKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l9rRno5G_iI/s400/DSC00720+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244699950929754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My dad and the flight air asia that's the cheapest nway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjmQXDsmNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ugeja1GHeXw/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjmQXDsmNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ugeja1GHeXw/s400/DSC00739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244694934814759122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hello i'm borat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr7uD1UNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MkRmIuHEeX8/s1600-h/DSC00915+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr7uD1UNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MkRmIuHEeX8/s400/DSC00915+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244701177281859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;muka cuak ketika naik flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjpw11cZnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pn2Wiv_43-k/s1600-h/DSC00395+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjpw11cZnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pn2Wiv_43-k/s400/DSC00395+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244698791367173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This is some vacation..cool only here at the hotel non at the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjpw7shVMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZvwdvWMvBIk/s1600-h/DSC00524+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjpw7shVMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZvwdvWMvBIk/s400/DSC00524+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244698792940360898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;stay put okey i wanna ride u hell yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr7VgOXKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Jr6mw733MLQ/s1600-h/DSC00425+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr7VgOXKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Jr6mw733MLQ/s400/DSC00425+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244701170690055330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Some istana...but part of the istana is being accompanied by the indonesian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjqzuJbvjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WjL2shXvgJE/s1600-h/DSC00559+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjqzuJbvjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WjL2shXvgJE/s400/DSC00559+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244699940354768434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pasar ikan but selling clothing and woman assesories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjvjn98PqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/T04cIngjW-I/s1600-h/DSC00691+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjvjn98PqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/T04cIngjW-I/s400/DSC00691+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244705161376186018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is usual..people selling thing  whenever the traffic light goes red...very stiff in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMj4iccTqbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c6GXlQIp288/s1600-h/DSC00438+%5B800x600%5D+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMj4iccTqbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c6GXlQIp288/s400/DSC00438+%5B800x600%5D+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244715036707105202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Common transportation in Medan ,Indonesia..they rarely have bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjqz4cuj5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/UAdkS9bR0e0/s1600-h/DSC00629+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjqz4cuj5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/UAdkS9bR0e0/s400/DSC00629+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244699943120048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Its great journey..except the fact that we must sit 5 person per row in that van..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not coming back here huhu...its rough to live here not even a good spot for the tourist(berastagi),cameron or genting highland is better...i do miss Malaysia. If it is i'm here i do wish its only business.&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/7240291510716981361-7553976192593960924?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/7553976192593960924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=7553976192593960924&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7553976192593960924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/7553976192593960924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-medan.html' title='Trip to Medan'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SMjr72eygpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1EMzicl-mFE/s72-c/DSC00892+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-4534030305811947336</id><published>2008-09-11T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:06:25.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>The uneasy days</title><content type='html'>I been struggling very hard for these day..i wonder why...something bad did happen?.No..not that i recall. Despite i still feel like i miss something. Ive been hesitating about something. May be cuz of working on leadership and tolerance where the line they join. I'm very sensitive of person feeling. That feel makes me feel bad if  i run too much pressure for them. Leading is hard even it sound as easy as u need everyone to follow you. Considering not anyone have the same mind as yours. Making a choice between hurting your friend and doing the right thing always regret me back. I wonder...if id be more extrema and hot tempered person like the one i possess my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person that Allah swt love. I emphasizes this because..as frequent as it sound..i get my cash here. If i did something bad, if i did a sins then the punishment would be very2 near. If i did the good things the rewards would be very near too. I feel this many time even makes be believe that god power. You cant challenge His will. I am not following my mum order and she sad for it, i lose my wallet the very next day. I did something wrong here then something wrong there would blow. I try to steel from the bank..haha try to be a bank robber, then i actually lost my precious gf. (lost forever cuz she already engage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt easy. There's always be pressure. Then it comes to how much you can handle the pressure makes you different from others. I remind this for me so that i can stay on the line. +Focus+ This just another day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-4534030305811947336?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/4534030305811947336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=4534030305811947336&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4534030305811947336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/4534030305811947336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/uneasy-days.html' title='The uneasy days'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240291510716981361.post-3319584155453269114</id><published>2008-09-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:13:39.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>This blog free me...</title><content type='html'>As i already preserve..and consider sharing my blog life with some of myfriends. I needed some place for my own. This blog is mine only...and only from my fabulouscity (ayat kimora,aku suka jugak tengok kimora ni...huu..berangan la. Compom ramai layan kimora gak kan).. This blog is my diary. I concern not about anybody and updated freely.Feel free to watch and comment...But only good comment accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240291510716981361-3319584155453269114?l=fierul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/feeds/3319584155453269114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240291510716981361&amp;postID=3319584155453269114&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3319584155453269114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240291510716981361/posts/default/3319584155453269114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fierul.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-blog-free-me.html' title='This blog free me...'/><author><name>Mr Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022359851824744036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qr_7BIHJ5M/SPT_6gKNscI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4cwx7OZ3ywc/S220/NoHolesBuried.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
