<?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-5699799857018588771</id><updated>2012-01-02T10:18:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mess.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3230689939468171532</id><published>2011-10-29T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:51:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Management</title><content type='html'>Hi my little bloggie, long time no see. Kan dah bgtau, entah brp bulan baru nak update. Time is one of the reasons, but the most valid and solid reason is that I have nothing to say, no ideas to write, and besides my laptop is still broke down and I couldn't manage to get it fix, not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been distracting myself with tons of work at the office, but then suddenly a place that should be distracting me from other complicated things in life now had became the main reason I feel a little bit emotional these days. &amp;nbsp;Don't know why, but I guess I'm just tired, tired of all sorts of things, when you kinda like the things that you do you will put an expectations which you think everything will turn out well but then suddenly it don't, which will led you to dissapointment, and then there you go, another phase of crappy days in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to say "Put No Expectations, You Will Be Happy" but then people, how to avoid that? We live with expectations every single day, even the moment you open your eyes in the morning you already have all the expectations for the day that you're gonna get through lined up one by one in your mind, ready, its like a race between those expectations which of them is gonna win today, the bad one or the good one? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with that. I don't like to be too emotional, I tried my best to make sure words above are simple enough to describe what am I feeling right now, but not to ruin my weekend, at least not totally ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy, just need a little time for myself. Anyway, have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3230689939468171532?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3230689939468171532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-management.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3230689939468171532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3230689939468171532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-management.html' title='Self-Management'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6604147900395321126</id><published>2011-08-21T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:00:41.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit of Current Life Summary</title><content type='html'>As much as my friends can't wait to start their semester this upcoming september , I'm also can't wait to have them back here in this old-sorts-of-empty-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syakir sent each one of us a raya card which is quite a suprised and it made my day after one exhausted working &amp;nbsp;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working in my company and so far everything seems to turn out well, just the travelling part from Shah Alam to KLCC &amp;amp; KLCC to Shah Alam is a never ending battle for the past 2 months plus this month plus the next 4 months plus maybe if my manager would agree to extend my so called low cost services ( for me the amount is wow enough, though the $$$ is never enough to fulfill all your shopping desires) another 1 or 2 months kot, senang cerita selagi class tak start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior or so called my not-so-official supervisor is cool, though I rarely open my mouth to speak but that just a matter of time. I just need more time. He's quite inspiring and he inspired me to be a better person which I'm currently trying to be. Don't you ever tell him I wrote this he just gonna be more riak nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager &amp;amp; official supervisor plus the other staffs are all very nice person. I'm very lucky to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current goal is to do my best for my internship, my next goal is to complete my degree with a better CGPA &amp;amp; my next next goal is to further my studies in MBA at LSBF, ( the course still in considerations, but I know very well that I always interested in management rather than accounting). Money is always the problem, but will try to find some. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back &amp;amp; bukak puasa with my mom &amp;amp; shopping raya stuff with her, and taste her raya cookies. Never forgot abah, but he's just not into shopping, he'd &amp;nbsp;prefer to drive us only and since now I can drive well he's definitely &amp;nbsp;just stay at home sleeping or cleaning our house and wait for us to see what are the things that me &amp;amp; my mom bought for him. Senang, apa dibeli dia redha. So never in my whole life my mom &amp;amp; my dad had a discussions on the theme colour for our baju raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the updates now. Tunggu la sebulan dua lagi kot baru nak update. Thank you &amp;amp; Happy Fasting Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, my #nowplaying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sZTpLvsYYHw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5699799857018588771-6604147900395321126?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6604147900395321126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-current-life-summary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6604147900395321126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6604147900395321126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-current-life-summary.html' title='Bit of Current Life Summary'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sZTpLvsYYHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2457615296288450903</id><published>2011-08-20T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:02:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Between The Road Not Taken &amp; Has Been Taken</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along long time ago there was a kid who always wanted that he can grow so fast so that he can do what adults can do. He thinks being an adult is cool. He can't even wait to grow his moustache because he thinks that is one of the features to be more mature. He thinks having &amp;amp; driving a car with his girlfriend in the ride could be the coolest scene ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, he hates it. He hates it when after he reached his puberty the problems keep on coming one after another. It started with all sorts of personality issues and if yesterday he was a brave boy moving fast without any hesitations, now he tends to be afraid to make a move. He have to think a lot, of every consequences that he might have to get through for every decision he's gonna make, for every words that will coming out of his mouth and for every actions he undertakes in his daily life. He became so shy that he could not even speak a word out of his tiny mouth when he's among the people which he just met. He just monologue everything in his limited space of mind and not so big enough heart where if only one day he need to be operated, the doctor would see the scars and wounds that hurt him so much till' he don't believe in hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although everytime when he needs to pull a strength he'd always hope for a miracle to be happen but at the same time he knows there will be nothing, nothing can't stop things from happening and he wondered why all sorts of good things is never longer than bad things. Plus minus the recovery process, where the parts he keep on motivating himself will all crappy monologue trying to not let him from falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day all that he wants is just to play safe, he took a road where his heart will always on the safe side, the road where he can just go straight while looking through the glass walls right and left, and all that he could see are the things which he will never get the chance to feel nor taste it, and he could see all the choices and options he'd never dare to choose, &amp;nbsp;while at the same time he dream of things that he always wanted to happen, a miracle, just like the people in the glass walls, for someday might be for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realized he's hoping, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5699799857018588771-2457615296288450903?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2457615296288450903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/08/road-between-road-not-taken-has-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2457615296288450903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2457615296288450903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/08/road-between-road-not-taken-has-been.html' title='The Road Between The Road Not Taken &amp; Has Been Taken'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-8106524701073197815</id><published>2011-07-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:18:51.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be the peanut butter to my jelly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="303" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GXxbC0B_74s" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Its weekend. and weehoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ni best. Best bagi I sebab I asyik dok repeat "You can be the peanut butter to my jelly" tu tak habis-habis kat semua benda yang I buat. Termasuk perumpamaan perumpamaan yang lain si Auburn ni sebut dlm lagu dia. Haha mmg tak ah nk nyanyi kat gf weh sebab tak special dah, aku nyanyi dah kat semua org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tak gf takda lagi. No worries nanti lagu lain lagi baru akan keluar jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ni kelakar bila ada sorang komen kat bwh video ni kat youtube, dia tulis benda ni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when Peanut Butter cheats on Jelly with Nutella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when the Chills cheat on the first date with Halloween?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when the Hero cheats on the Sidekick with the Heroine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when Pie cheats on Apple with Cherry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when Berry cheats on Straw with Blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when High cheats on Smoke with Heroin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when Shoes cheat on Laces﻿ with Velcro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What happens when the Paper cheats on the Pencil with the Pen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Haha bye nak pegi cari tiket Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-8106524701073197815?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8106524701073197815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-can-be-peanut-butter-to-my-jelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8106524701073197815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8106524701073197815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-can-be-peanut-butter-to-my-jelly.html' title='You can be the peanut butter to my jelly.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GXxbC0B_74s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1675192632383695614</id><published>2011-07-10T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:07:23.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekadar Pandangan.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I don't even plan about what am I actually gonna write here, but today, saya rasa terpanggil untuk meluahkan apa yang terbuku dalam hati saya for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, saya bukanlah orang yang berpengetahuan luas dalam bidang politik dan secara jujur I don't even like to discuss or talk about it in public, apa lagi kalau nak post-post dalam blog macam ni, but then today I have to, since from what had happened yesterday has caused really big impact on our country Malaysia itself. I'm not here to debate with all of you about which side is good and which side is bad, NO. I'm here to clear my head from this thoughts that had been pushing me again &amp;amp; again from various political news &amp;amp; events which I indirectly followed by watching news on tv at 8 or reading through the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia adalah sebuah negara yang berbilang kaum dan agama and this is one of that factor which had already became one of the attractiveness of this beautiful country. However at the same time, it also came with a big price to pay, di mana hakikatnya bukanlah mudah untuk memastikan sebuah negara yang terdiri daripada berbilang kaum ini untuk kekal aman &amp;amp; damai di samping semua kaum di dalamnya mencapai kestabilan dari semua aspek kehidupan tidak mengira pendidikan, ekonomi, politik dan sebagainya. Isu-isu dalam perkauman menjadi faktor berbahaya yang boleh menggugat keamanan negara seperti yang telah rakyat Malaysia ambil iktibar dari peristiwa 13 Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya masih terlalu muda dan mentah untuk menilai sejauh mana bersihnya pendekatan yang diambil oleh pihak-pihak yang bertanggungjawab untuk memastikan kestabilan negara kita. Tetapi saya berasa sedikit terkilan menyedari ada di kalangan pemimpin &amp;amp; rakyat Malaysia sendiri yang somehow kelihatan begitu agresif dalam menegakkan kepercayaan politik masing-masing hingga menjejaskan keamanan dan persefahaman sesama rakyat Malaysia yang ingin kita kekalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu, pihak kerajaan tidak sempurna dalam menjalankan amanahnya, dan kelemahan mereka semakin hari semakin terlihat oleh masyarakat di luar sana. Pihak pembangkang pula dengan pemahamannya dan bagi saya, kedua-duanya memainkan peranan yang penting agar pemimpin-pemimpin yang sedia ada tidak terlampau selesa, lalai dari menunaikan tanggungjawab dan amanat yang telah diberikan oleh rakyat dan pada masa yang sama tidak mengambil kesempatan di atas&amp;nbsp;privileges yang mereka miliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dilupa kepada pihak media, yang mana peranan mereka juga tidak harus diperlekehkan memandangkan mereka sepatutnya menyiarkan apa yang benar, yang sedang berlaku, mereka yang sepatutnya menjadi orang tengah yang tidak memihak kepada sesiapa bagi memastikan berita-berita yang disampaikan tidak berbaur fitnah yang boleh menimbulkan anasir-anasir &amp;amp; spekulasi yang salah di kalangan rakyat hingga menyebabkan kita rakyat Malaysia keliru dan tidak lagi menaruh kepercayaan yang tinggi terhadap media seperti dahulu. Kalau diingat kembali subjek Sejarah yang dipelajari ketika zaman persekolahan dulu, saya pasti semua sedia maklum bagaimana media cetak menjadi penyatu kepada rakyat dalam mengekalkan semangat untuk mencapai kemerdekaan Tanah Melayu. Oleh itu media sepatutnya mengambil sejarah sebagi contoh instead of menumpukan fokus mereka untuk menjadi akhbar terhangat atau melariskan jualan mereka semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakyat zaman sekarang harus berhati-hati dalam cuba mentafsir kebenaran dalam dunia politik negara kita. Tiga pihak di atas, semua tidak sempurna perjuangannya. Apa yang saya cuba nyatakan di sini, dalam setiap organisasi itu, susah untuk kita temui organisasi yang mana semua orang di dalamnya, 100% memperjuangkan apa yang baik yang boleh dinikmati rakyat tanpa mengambil kira kepentingan diri sendiri, kerana apa yang saya nampak, rata-ratanya menggunakan politik sebagai platform untuk merebut kuasa dan memperolehi kekayaan melalui jalan singkat. Bila berkempen pelbagai janji ditabur tapi bila sudah berada di atas kebanyakannya lupa menunaikan janji-janji mereka. Sedangkan kita orang biasa yang tidak terpikul oleh tanggungjawab memerintah negara ini pun kadang-kadang terlupa menunaikan janji-janji kita kepada Allah S.W.T. apatah lagi janji mereka sesama manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru dalam memilih pemimpin, ia bukanlah mudah, tetapi secara amnya, kita memilih mereka yang mereka yang terpelihara akhlaknya, yang bijak &amp;amp; mampu menguruskan negara dgn baik dan bersederhana dalam semua perkara. Bagi yang beragama Islam, perjuangan mereka haruslah mengambil kira pencapaian di dunia dan di akhirat. Kedua-dua ini harus seimbang, bagi memastikan Islam terus maju dan tidak tertinggal di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik kepada isu keamanan tadi. Saya sedih melihat masih ada di kalangan rakyat kita tak kiralah apa agama dan bangsa sekalipun, masih berniat menimbulkan kekacauan di tanah air sendiri. Kita adalah rakyat yang bertamadun dan berpendidikan, mengapa masih tidak mampu memilih cara penyelesaian yang lebih baik instead of berkumpul dan berarak di jalan? Kalau dulu saya tengok di kaca tv demonstrasi hanya berlaku di negara-negara luar, tetapi sekarang Malaysia yang setelah sekian lama aman dan sunyi dari demonstrasi jalanan, kini menjadi salah satu daripadanya, tahniah kepada segelintir rakyat Malaysia sendiri yang kononnya bertujuan untuk menegakkan hak mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita dapat daripada demonstrasi jalanan? Please enlighten me adakah ia automatically mengubah negara kita menjadi negara yang politiknya bersih seratus peratus? Kita berdemontsrasi di jalan or di stadium, adakah anda bermusyawwarah berdiskusi mengenai jalan penyelesaian yang terbaik? Dan apabila ada pihak yang mengatakan kempen semalam berjaya, saya masih belum mampu melihat rasionalnya pendekatan tersebut. Alhamdulillah, Sultan Mizan juga telah memberikan pendapat yang selama ini saya nanti-nantikan, yang mana perhimpunan seperti itu hanya banyak memberikan kesan negatif terhadap negara kerana percayalah, dalam kekalutan ini pasti ada pihak yang akan cuba mengambil kesempatan terhadap situasi genting yang sedang berlaku di negara kita, and at the same time this is as a reminder to the existing government to realize that now is the time to work hard to make changes and improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sebagai rakyat, janganlah mudah terpedaya dengan agenda-agenda pihak tertentu yang meracuni fikiran rakyat untuk mencapai kepentingan diri sendiri. Jangan diingat bila kita dah merdeka, tidak ada pihak-pihak luar yang terus-menerus ingin mencuba nasib memperlihatkan kelemahan negara kita agar mereka dapat menjajah kembali dan mengeksploitasi negara kita. Tidak semua parti, pemimpin di dalamnya semua baik atau jahat. Dalam setiap parti itu ada yang baiknya, dan apa yang perlu kita sebagai rakyat Malaysia perlukan, adalah ketelusan dan kebijaksanaan dalam memilih, bagi memastikan apa yang kita ada tidak tergadai di kemudian hari. Walaupun tujuan asal BERSIH 2.0 yang dinyatakan adalah untuk politik yang bersih tanpa sebarang penipuan, namun jalan pendekatannya dengan mengadakan perhimpunan seperti itu bukanlah yang seharusnya diambil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berdoa pada Allah agar kita semua sentiasa dilindunginya, semoga negara kita tidak ditimpa malapetaka dan agar kita sentiasa diberikan petunjuknya dalam membuat setiap pilihan &amp;amp; keputusan dalam kehidupan kita. Semoga negara kita aman sentiasa, Insya-Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1675192632383695614?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1675192632383695614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/07/sekadar-pandangan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1675192632383695614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1675192632383695614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/07/sekadar-pandangan.html' title='Sekadar Pandangan.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4982758789107656275</id><published>2011-06-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:30:18.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, sitting in front of the laptop trying to figure out what are words appropriately to be said. But then it always end up the same, where when there are too many things you wanted to say and you just don't know where to start and which one to begin with, you just leave it blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'll not waste this precious opportunity of having a laptop that owned by my friend, since my laptop is currently undergoing some sort of middle age crisis, if it is a female you can say that its having the aura of upcoming&amp;nbsp;menopause,&amp;nbsp; if it is a male then it might be some old man diseases. Whatever it is I know that its gonna cost me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast and now we are already in the end of June. Next week its gonna be my fourth week since I have been working, and to be completely honest, I'm still not sure about how am I doing . On my first day I was very nervous, that my voice is like stuck in my throat, and I cannot even think about what are the words that am I suppose to say, and I looked like completely stupid. -.-" I cannot even say "Nice to meet you too." when they shook my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to act normal when you are dealing with changes that took place in your life. I'm working with mostly people in the age of 30 and 40++. Worst, I'm the only intern in the department, so you can imagine how it changed me a lot, I became very quiet and weird. I can't believe I am weird. I did not feel confident, because it needs a different way to mingle with them, not like with young people at your same age where you can just talk about anything else. &amp;nbsp;With them, manners, is the key. So yes its quite difficult at the first time, but now after three weeks I think I'm already get used to it. They are very strict when it comes to work matters, I had been lectured by one of the staff like two to three times about to remember everything that had been taught, and when she talked its like mcm nak marah, so hmmm sabar jela. That was one of them, the others has been very kind to me and I hope that everyday things there will be better and easier for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh my English sucks. I can only speak the basic and I think I have a problem of listening, you see sometimes when they talk, I couldn't catch the words being said, and I was like a dumb trying to understand those words that came out of their mouth. Manglish had been my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;and now I'm dealing with the problem of lack vocabulary in my brain. Now the best solution is to buy some books and read it, not just read, understand it word by word, oh God I cannot believe I'm still way too far from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I good at? I don't even know. But this is not the time for me to quit, its a time for me to take it as challenges. I will try my best and at the same time pray to God to give me the&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;and make things more easier for me to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Gonna get my paycheck this upcoming week, hihi. and yesterday was my friend's wedding, Fafa. Congratulations and I wish you happily ever after. Until then, see you guys again in my next post, if only I have &amp;nbsp;an idea on what to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4982758789107656275?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4982758789107656275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4982758789107656275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4982758789107656275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5455402197306055985</id><published>2011-05-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:05:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kita rasa</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dah dekat Shah Alam. Okay nak tambah list dlm percutian sedih ni, laptop saya tetiba rosak. Entah apa la penyakit dia, on kejap lps tu bebal dia off sendiri. so terpaksa lah, kita online pakai laptop org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lpstu kita x boleh dah nak dgr lagu-lagu yg kita suka byk-byk kali puas-puas mcm dulu. Mentang-mentangla kita dah nak start kerja, laptop kita terus nk menguji keimanan kita tau. Tapi kita tetap bertekad, walau segedik mana pun laptop kita buat hal, kita taknak membazir beli laptop baru. nanti kita cari la alternative lain yg bole kita amik, kita beli ipad ke, eh mmg tak lah.hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita nervous. Sb kita kena start kerja sorang-sorang. Tapi takpelah. Kita redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lpstu menambahkan lagi kenervousan kita potong rambut kita yg kembang setaman tu time kita balik kedah, kita potong sb ada budak kecik tegur kita dia kata mcm ni "kenapa rambut abg ni besar?" kita mcm nak sumbat mulut dia dgn tiga ketul ubi kentang fresh tapi kita malas nak gaduh-gaduh. End up rambut kita habis dipotong mcm shaolin dah. kalau perempuan rambut x lawa dia bole cover pakai tudung bole tak kita nak cover pakai lebai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, lagu ni la apa yg kita rasa sekarang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJxM8UJdcWI" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5455402197306055985?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5455402197306055985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/05/kita-rasa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5455402197306055985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5455402197306055985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/05/kita-rasa.html' title='kita rasa'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QJxM8UJdcWI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4974451566578078397</id><published>2011-05-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:15:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rama-rama berterbangan di dlm perut.</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya tgh holiday. Tapi cuti saya x lama. 1.06 saya dh start praktikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa kali ni cuti paling sedih &amp;amp; sayu. Macam gedik sgt kan tapi saya bukan nak gedik-gedik, meme saya sedih. Sebab nanti bila saya start praktikal, semua housemate dah habis praktikal, lps tu kan diorg pakat-pakat balik hometown kg halaman masing-masing, lps tu tinggallah hamba keseorangan di perantauan naik train sorg-sorg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling sedih bulan puasa saya sorg2. Kalau sebelum ni semua ada bukak puasa sekali, tapi nanti entah mcm mana nasib saya. Sempat ke x masuk train nak lari balik from KL ke Shah Alam. Hmmph... horrornya hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti org lain cakap entah apa-apa dia ni benda mcm ni pun dah nk tangkap lentok sedih-sedih segala, tapi nak buat mcm mana, meme sedih pung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah. Biar badan kita kecik, tapi hati kita besar. Tak boleh dah nak mengada sgt. Oh lagi sedih ustat praktikal kedah lps ni nk kacau sapa? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulah alkisahnya. Percutian paling sedih &amp;amp; sayu. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4974451566578078397?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4974451566578078397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/05/rama-rama-berterbangan-di-dlm-perut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4974451566578078397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4974451566578078397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/05/rama-rama-berterbangan-di-dlm-perut.html' title='Rama-rama berterbangan di dlm perut.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6581442348960922347</id><published>2011-04-20T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:27:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempurna.</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, rumah kena masuk pencuri malam tadi. Saya tak nak cerita panjang sebab buat apa nak merungut, benda dah jadi. Untuk diri sendiri, saya bersyukur sebab yg hilang is only my cash. Tapi to my friend yg hilang laptop and handfon, saya bersimpati, &amp;amp; rasa tak puas hati macam nak ja rewind balik bagi sampai sebelum benda tu jadi so bole tgk siapa yg buat, mcm mana dia buat &amp;amp; paling penting is to prevent brg-brg tu dari hilang. &amp;nbsp;Tapi like i said before, benda dah jadi, and pasti ada hikmahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak cerita panjang pasal tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately saya jarang update, even dh tak busy sekarang tapi sepatutnya start bergerak untuk study, saya tak ada benda nak cerita. Maybe saya patot cerita pasal aktiviti menjantankan diri belajar berenang kat bukit cerakah plus panjat Broga tapi tak ada gambar dlm laptop, pendrive pulak rosak so asyik tertunda ja niat tu sebab tak bestlah klu cerita gambarnya tak ada, tak gitu? Next time kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today saya tergerak hati nak tulis pasal something. Pasal kesempurnaan. Semua org tahu, baik dari segi manusia, perbuatan ke benda apa sekali pun, tak ada yg sempurna. Cadangan ke idea ke semua ada pro &amp;amp; cons. Belajar ke bekerja semua ada yg baik dgn yg tak baiknya. So saya assume, semua org faham kot pasal benda tu. Sebab sometimes bila dgr org berdebate pasal something, ini bukan debate sekolah ke apa sebab yg tu debatenya kita tahu mmg tujuan untuk pertandingan, kalah atau menang is dekat u punya skill mematahkan hujah org, bukan if you menang meaning apa yg you cakap betul semata-mata kan. Tapi ini adalah debate bila org mula start mencomparekan diri masing-masing. Tak kira la apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNga6F40Vk/Ta6SL05tgsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QDeOIJEU5HI/s1600/tolerance_861285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNga6F40Vk/Ta6SL05tgsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QDeOIJEU5HI/s320/tolerance_861285.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my opinion. Saya bukan MR BETUL SEMUA BENDA. Tak. Saya dah cakap ni awal-awal. Semua org ada personal view dia yg tersendiri. Asalkan dia tak pegi dekat org lain wey ko tu salah lah buat mcm aku ni haaa, then its fine. Bak kata Fly FM, "You can be whatever you wanna be, as long as it is not illegal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada org, bila dia buat something, dia tak nak dia sorg kena. Bagi dia not fair. Dia nak semua kena jugak. Betul. Bagi saya if you ada responsibility and tolak ansur, you takkan bagi org dlm group you je kena taik, mesti sama-sama susah and senang, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi let say people dlm group you tak dpt nak bersusah senang dgn you time tu, atas alasan yg munasabah, and you tgh going through something yg melibatkan semua, jgnla kita nak tuduh melulu kan. Bagi saya, kita consider. Jgn igt susah sekarang ja. Jgn igt bila part kita ja susah tak ada org dtg oh org lain semua selfish la apa, ingat balik part lain yg mana dulu if you tak dapat nak buat, dia tolong buatkan, sekecil benda pun, it is still a contribution yg sometimes you rasa kecik sb bukan you yg buat. Padahal hakikatnya sama ja. Dia tolong jgk kita, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when benda mcm ni jadi selalunya, ada la yg mula berkira. Aku takkan buat kalau aku tak dapat ni, well yes saya lupa sekarang kalau tak ada benda nak motivate org semestinya org tak nak buat something tu, kan? Sometimes kalau ikutkan hati, aah betol buat apa aku nak buat untuk diorg sedangkan aku tak dapat apa-apa? Er kejap, kita hidup ni bkn bole hidup sorg, mati nanti kubur org tolong korekkan tanamkan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya emo, tapi bila tengok cerita ke movie yg mcm ckp, "its always about you isn't it?" Familiar kan ayat tu? Aah dalam 90210 pun ada. So saya tergerak la nak tulis benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0PIJhpYtGc/Ta6SBQxcr_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/3dqv4IIkS5I/s1600/dh412-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0PIJhpYtGc/Ta6SBQxcr_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/3dqv4IIkS5I/s320/dh412-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes saya takot if apa yg saya buat tu akan jadi mcm ni. Paling saya takot if saya buat kerja yg nampak mcm tak cukup org lain buat sekilo lebih kerja diorg, ber tan -tan, sebab saya tahu dekat mana sekali pun since dari sekolah rendah, benda ni tetap ada. Org akan ckp behind your back tak puas hati. Kadang bila you semangat lebih dia cakap pulak you nak amik nama. Haa see, kan saya dh ckp, ada pro and cons dia. Haha. Tapi ada ja yg lagi suka mcm tu. Oh ko bole buat semua haa buatla, takpun dia diam ja tapi bila part dia terkena, haa time tu la dia akan rasa like if dia yg kena bekerja bertan-tan, dia ja yg susah org lain tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu dalam Desperate Housewives bila Bree dgn Katherine start working together for Bree punya catering services tu. Kalau tgk apa yg Bree dgn Katherine hidang atas meja in any occasion pun dlm series tu, mmg terliur. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi saya tegaskan, saya bukan MR PERFECT SEMUA BENDA &amp;amp; tak pernah saya kata APA YG AKU BUAT JA SEMUA BETUL ORG LAIN TAK. Hihi. Tapi since dah ada org ckp macam tu, takpelah. I look at it in a positive way. At least dia mengurangkan kadar ketidaksempurnaan saya selama ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbpXHt_35Do/Ta6StbSgufI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1I61NPLUepU/s1600/cartoon100808.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbpXHt_35Do/Ta6StbSgufI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1I61NPLUepU/s1600/cartoon100808.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6581442348960922347?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6581442348960922347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempurna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6581442348960922347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6581442348960922347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempurna.html' title='Sempurna.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNga6F40Vk/Ta6SL05tgsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QDeOIJEU5HI/s72-c/tolerance_861285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6795048589709938215</id><published>2011-04-11T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:25:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A calm Monday</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had been through a busy week where all of the work assigned need to be submit on the same time. Its good to be busy, but is not good when you feel so tired and the bed looked like a hell of mess. Its fine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its been a while I've been away, and sorry blogspot for me to betrayed you because tumblr is the most faster and easier for me for the time being, just one click and its done and thats among the reasons why I barely come here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'll never ever gonna let you go because you have the sentimental value of mine as part of my life, I grew up with you and all sorts of stories about myself that I wrote here, its part of the memories. So no matter how advance the technology that will pass us by, you'll need not to worry. The link of this blog as you can see it was never change, and will never change, and thats the prove from me that I've been very loyal to you although the link sounds so not good, too "skema" they said, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised to you that I have many things to tell, and yet I broke the promise. I'm currently waiting for the pictures from my friend to be upload here, so thats why I'm still not write anything. This is just an update, I hope that tomorrow I will be able to post what I wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lW_JMBWd-c4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I envy to the others, that they &amp;nbsp;are very good in everything that they do. They are wise, excellent in sports, they look like a man of the age of 20's, and of course, a lover is not a problem to them, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could be more lucky to have a complete package just like them. Not that I'm not thankful, but is just a wish. Wasteful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6795048589709938215?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6795048589709938215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/04/calm-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6795048589709938215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6795048589709938215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/04/calm-monday.html' title='A calm Monday'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lW_JMBWd-c4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2961956888915326046</id><published>2011-03-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:25:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Want Me Baby?</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni post rushing-rushing. Macam sempat tak nak tulis timetable minggu-minggu neraka kat sini? Naaahhh... no time baby, no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0RULH8dxZZ0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak benda nak tulis tapi tak boleh, bye dulu sebab nak practice besok kena jadi Ryan Seacrest kejap sebab aku ada talkshow sendiri. Cool kan? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2961956888915326046?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2961956888915326046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-you-want-me-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2961956888915326046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2961956888915326046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-you-want-me-baby.html' title='Don&apos;t You Want Me Baby?'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0RULH8dxZZ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1267811539117918271</id><published>2011-03-28T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:48:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan ini memang poyo sikit tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betol ke pintu hati tertutup? Minta maaf soalan tu sgt euw bukan? Entah. Boleh tak saya cakap memang benda yg jadi mostly akan affect or maybe akan change the way you see things in life. Dulu saya cakap dekat org kenapa kena mcm tu, I mean takkan kerana nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga? Kenapa lps jadi mcm tu ko perlu stereotype ke apa kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan stereotype. Saya bukan mangsa dari keadaan sendiri. Saya bukan tercari-cari. Saya bukan tertutup pintu hati whatever silly things people might think it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak ada mood. Saya tak nak fikir. And the truth is I don't even give a damn on it. Thats why I don't talk about it. Sebab saya tak ada perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghZt2cILcCU" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lagu ni sedap. heard it while I was driving, and I...&lt;br /&gt;*sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight weh. Je deteste le lundi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1267811539117918271?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1267811539117918271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1267811539117918271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1267811539117918271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ghZt2cILcCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-8985001992132306910</id><published>2011-03-23T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:07:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedetiklebih</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;First, lagu ni sedap. Not a big fan of anuar zain, just lagu ni sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rAly9L8ks6o" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I love watching people in my daily routines. Everyday at 7.15 am, I will drive to go to class and I see parents in my&amp;nbsp;neighborhood, looking smart and fabulous in their work attire driving expensive cars sending their children to school. I see Mercedes Benz, BMW from 3 Series up to 8 Series, Mini Cooper, Peugeot, all sorts of Honda &amp;amp; Toyota model. In my heart I could only wish someday my children could have this too ( go to school in expensive cars and their mum and dad look fabulous in his/her attire work). I must say all these children must be proud when they arrive in front of the school gate, walking out from a sport car, holding expensive mineral water bottle and I wonder how much money they have in their pocket? Because according to my experience when I was in secondary school, the maximum amount I will get for a day would be RM2, and during the time I went to school riding my bicycle, obviously not a racing bicycle bmx whatsoever, just an ordinary bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really love to see everyday since 2 years I've been staying here take place in the afternoon and in the evening, usually 12.30 pm and 6 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets change the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari, saya dan rakan-rakan serumah akan makan tengah hari di sebuah kedai yang merupakan satu-satunya kedai pilihan hati untuk waktu mkn tgh hari. Jadi obviously jugak, kami melalui jalan yang sama setiap hari untuk ke kedai makan tu. Apa yg saya nampak pada kali ini berbeza jika nak dibandingkan dengan apa yg saya nampak di waktu pagi yg penuh dgn org-org fabulous berkerjaya td.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang lelaki berbangsa cina, setiap hari dia akan berjalan kaki melalui jalan yg sama saya lalu pergi ke kedai tu, memegang tgn dua org anaknya, seorang lelaki seorang perempuan, at the same time menggalas beg sekolah anak-anaknya tu. Dia pakai baju berkolar yg dimasukkan ke dalam seluar slack and dia pakai kasut, if I'm not mistaken from my interpretation, mesti dia balik dari kerja sekejap masa tgh hari untuk hantar dua org anak dia ni ke sekolah. Its quite far actually, and dia berjalan di tgh panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then setiap ptg, saya akan lalu jalan yg sama lagi sekali untuk pergi mkn malam. Oh kedai makan pujaan hati time makan malam tak sama dgn kedai tgh hari td, tp location dia sama jugak sebelah-sebelah ja, bezanya kedai sebelah bukak time lunch menyediakan nasi berlauk kedai sebelah lagi bukak time ptg sampai malam menyediakan masakan goreng-goreng tom yam &amp;amp; sama waktu dgnnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan nampak lagi sekali bapa kpd dua org anak ini berjalan selepas ambik anak dia dari sekolah, sama mcm tgh hari td dia still menggalas beg anak-anak dia and sambil berjalan dia akan cakap dgn anak-anak dia, maybe dia tanya anak-anak dia apa yg diorg belajar dkt sekolah for that day kot. Uncle ni tak penah miss pergi balik hantar anak dia every single day, tak pernah sekali pun dlm 5 hari waktu bersekolah tiba-tiba bini dia ke hantar mmg takda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarang, jumlah dua org anak td dh jd 3. Anak yg ketiga is a baby, duduk dlm stroller, comel gila &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(walaupun tgk dari jauh) terserlah keputihan &amp;amp; mata sepet dia. Everyday tgh hari &amp;amp; ptg baby dlm stroller ni pun uncle ni bwk jgk. Kdg kesian tgk baby tu duduk tgh-tgh panas, tapi dia tak menangis apa pun. Dia mcm lagi suka ja abg dia tolak stroller pergi sekolah. Maybe bagi dia diorg tgh bwk dia pergi jalan-jalan tgk sekolah abg dgn kakak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang lagi yg saya nampak masa pergi mkn tgh hari, adalah mak cik yg ambil anak dia dari sekolah yg sama. Mak cik ni berjalan bwk 3 org anak dia, seorang perempuan and dua org lagi lelaki, dua-dua ni kanak-kanak istimewa. Badan anak lelaki tu tinggi and besar sikit, and everytime saya nampak makcik ni berjalan dgn anak-anak dia, saya rasa sebak and sayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is among the things I've seen everyday in my life here, and maybe there's a different between things I've seen during the morning and in the afternoon and evening, but the similarity is all of these parents send their kids to school with the hope that someday their children will grow up as a successful person in everything that they do. And I pray for them that their kids will look after them when they grow older just as they look after their children when all of them were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you abah sebab tolong hantar nasik lemak and air kotak masa rehat time tadika dulu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-8985001992132306910?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8985001992132306910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/sedetikcuma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8985001992132306910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8985001992132306910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/sedetikcuma.html' title='Sedetiklebih'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rAly9L8ks6o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3498994156540576849</id><published>2011-03-20T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:32:51.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC123</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is better than yesterday. Yesterday it was rain all day, and I didn't know why I felt so alone. Everybody had their own things to errand and I had mine too, but maybe it was the side effect of the weather. It was cold, it was quiet, and it felt like nobody was at home. Only the sounds of rain and the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="375" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CrCtGvQzWD4" title="YouTube video player" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AND THIS SONG WAS A PERFECT SONG TO SING YESTERDAY. but I still keep on playing it now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sambung cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its not all that bad, because you see I've already got the result regarding my internship application.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, praise to Allah, He gave me what I'm asking for and I hope that it will be a wonderful start of a great journey for me this year. Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family. I wanted to go back but then I just had few things that require me to just be here instead of driving back home and enjoy the grocery day out with my mother. Abah is quite busy too these days so we just had a short conversation on the phone. As long as everybody's fine I don't mind to be far away from them. (No, I lied.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I already know where to go for my internship, I can start on planning my future. If the times before I couldn't see the path, if the times before I &amp;nbsp;couldn't imagine where will I be in the next few years, now it seems like there's a light that could show me the way. Now it feels like I have something to hold on to, something for me to dream of. All I need is to work hard on it and pray for it, and at the same time not to put much hopes and expectations and be patient. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: I miss watching Sesame Street on Sunday morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3498994156540576849?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3498994156540576849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/abc123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3498994156540576849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3498994156540576849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/abc123.html' title='ABC123'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CrCtGvQzWD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7510561707615624793</id><published>2011-03-15T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:50:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more heart mistakes please,</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me atau semua org pun rasa benda yg sama yg masa sekarang mcm cepat gila gila? Aku set alarm pukul 6 pagi, lps tu bila aku jaga aku snooze aku rasa mcm tak sampai seminit tidur-tidur ayam jaga-jaga dah pukul 7.45 pagi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pengajaran minggu lps yg masih belum diambil pengajaran lagi ialah jgnlah tidur-tidur ayam di subuh hari, nanti jadi subuh gajahlah pula. nampak tak jauh beza dari ayam bole jadi gajah kat situ? Eh apa aku merepek ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay aku nak cakap aku tak berapa berkenan dgn kedatangan minggu ni. Memangla aku bukan datang bulan ke apa tapi semua lecturer dah mula start bagi paper test. Org yg markah cantik tgn dia mmg gatal-gatal dah la nak amik paper dia kan tapi org yg markah hodoh berkerutu mcm aku ni mmg sengsara la kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang tak tau kenapa, bila dah study semua pun still ada silap lagi. Bila dah berpeluh baca semua chapter, sekali time jawab exam sebab nervous nak cepat takot lupa benda yg dah igt, tak perasan belakang kertas soalan ada soalan lagi satu bernilai 20 markah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps tu sebab dah huru-hara dgn keadaan hari exam tak cukup tidur semua otak jadi mcm blur lps tu semua information yg absorb tak keluar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not afford any mistakes anymore come on dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi maybe bukan rezeki kita kali ni nak buat mcm mana. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c5nvGEbeJOE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life most of the time I could not run from the temptation of following my heart, brain always says something else but what your heart says is usually more comfortable compared to what your brain is keep on telling you. But what I can see that in life, you need to be good I mean really really good in making your decisions. What you need is the skills of mixing the opinion and judgement from your heart &amp;amp; your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think of anything else as I'm enjoying my life right now. Forget about anything else, perfection or whatever dreams that will never come true, just keep on holding on what you have and make the best of it. I love my imperfections and my weaknesses because it keeps me far from being such an asshole and a douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Nothing to do with anything but yes its true, life can do terrible things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ni Sam bagi, pernah tak aku bagitau aku rasa mcm nak curi Ipod dia sb lagu-lagu dia sedap? Oh playlist McD Sec 3 pon mcm nak curi jgk weh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7510561707615624793?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7510561707615624793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-heart-mistakes-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7510561707615624793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7510561707615624793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-heart-mistakes-please.html' title='No more heart mistakes please,'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c5nvGEbeJOE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7102558809250551384</id><published>2011-03-07T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T03:09:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbola.tapi fobia.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya nak cakap pasal beberapa benda. Okay saya baru balik dari mengeteh, dalam erti kata lain minum-minum sambil berbual-bual kosong, tapi sebenarnya its up to you la kalau nak berbual-bual tak kosong kalau nak sembang benda-benda mcm dalam topik TV pendidikan ke isu kenapa balance shit kau tak balance whatever tu tak lari pun dari definition mengeteh tu, tapi selalunya org mengeteh ni nak relax kan otak bukan nak bercakap topik-topik berat yg bila kau balik buat kau lagi serabut nak gila. Eh kenapa ayat saya mcm emo? Taklah saya okay ja malam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbxxC5cwMGc/TXPP6w1nLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/99pW3wbj8j8/s1600/asian-chicks-playing-with-football-ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbxxC5cwMGc/TXPP6w1nLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/99pW3wbj8j8/s320/asian-chicks-playing-with-football-ball.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbxxC5cwMGc/TXPP6w1nLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/99pW3wbj8j8/s1600/asian-chicks-playing-with-football-ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PHEWITTT! AMARAN 18 TAHUN KE ATAS (TAPI UMUR BOLE ADJUST ATAS PERTIMBANGAN &amp;amp; PERMINTAAN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tadi ada match (eh tak ada la td last night la sebab today dah Monday kan) MU lawan Liverpool. Seperti yg anda semua sedia maklum saya bukanlah peminat bola tegar excited gila ke frust tertonggeng (please jgn tonggeng banyak-banyak nanti buasir) tapi saya berminat bila dua team ni lawan sb saya selalu buat prediction. Macam hari ni saya yakin gila MU menang tapi Liverpool menang mcm hah? Okay takda effect pun sbnrnya tapi...wey tak suka laa prediction salah ni! Malu.haha Whatever it is congratulations tu Liverpool &amp;amp; dia punya fans. Besok siapa yg ada simpan dalam almari baju Liverpool tu bolehlah berbangga pergi kelas pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright tadi masa my housemate berdiskusi berdebat pasal bola ni, then baru saya teringat, kenapa saya tak main bola. Ni bukan alasan sengaja nak berdalih-dalih sebab kaki bangku ke apa tapi yes sb dah dulu pun jarang main sekarang tak main terus mmg official la kaki bangku kaki kerusi plastik kaki kerusi office main tarik turun naik tu semua mmg dah pakej lengkap la. The main reason is...heheh isu sensitip ni. Fine dah terlajak cakap kan saya tulis ni pun sebab sementara ingat punca tak main bola ni baik tulis siap-siap esok tua dah nyanyuk kalau cucu tanya bole la saya refer balik dekat post ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cucu: Atok atok kenapa atok tak main bola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Ehem atok rasa jawapan tu ada dlm blog atok, nah amik link ni cari sendiri ye cucu pujaan atok. Jgn lupa jadi followers eh atok takdala nak mintak sgt tapi bukan susah pun main klik-klik je pun tak keluar duit pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tak ada la sampai nak paksa cucu jadi followers kot? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah dia macam ni. Masa darjah dua time pendidikan jasmani, cikgu saya bagi bola seketol lps tu suruh la budak-budak main. Budak-budak tu saya &amp;amp; rakan-rakan sekelas &amp;amp; satu bas sekolah ni la. Then after diorang divide team semua main la kitorg pun. Time tu kebetulan saya jadi reserve sebab budak lain yg badan besar besar tong dram ni &amp;amp; tinggi-tinggi diorang masuk dulu la sebab dari segi fizikal nya dah terserlah la kechampionan diorang tu. ceh. kononla. haha jeles jeles sb diorang tinggi &amp;amp; besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu sebaik wisel ditiup sampai saya rasa mcm nampak tau percikan air liur keluar dari wisel tu ( time tu la saya bersumpah bahawasanya takkan ku sentuh walaupun sedikit wisel-wisel property of panitia pendidikan jasmani), maka bermulalah aksi-aksi menunjuk siapa jaguh. Mula-mula saya mcm dah chuak jgk tgk diorang ni sepak mak aiii kuat-kuat jgk hentam tapi tak kesah la jantan la weh jantan la sikit. Haha. Okay lps tu sorang kwn saya ni bola dia sepak kuat gedebab kena kwn saya lagi sorang punya...err dia punya, korang tau, satu-satunya lelaki punya. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah kata kau menangis melalak anak orang tu. Okay dia terbaring tepi padang cikgu bagi exception. Mau tak exception burung dia patah sayap kot.eh censored censored burung layang-layang atas langit yg patah sayap. Then second time kawan saya yg jadi keeper kena jugak. Tapi dia ni agaknya nak control macho ke apa dia just tunduk2 then cakap dgn gentlement nya "Aku okay weh, aku okay" padahal muka merah padam tahan.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, aku CHUAK WEYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai darjah lima avoid tak nak main. Masa darjah enam beranikan diri tapi jadi defend ja. Bola datang aku sepak balik jauh-jauh sebab aku taknak diorang main bubuh dkt aku plak. Tak pun sepak je keluar habis cerita. haha. tapi after keluar sekolah menengah tak main langsung dah sebab mmg tak minat pun, &amp;amp; tak terer. Biarlah mereka yg terer-terer menguasai gelanggang dari saya yg tak terer mencari pasal sakit di tengah-tengah badan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dah pukul 2 pagi la. bye kena tido besok kelas pukul 8. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7102558809250551384?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7102558809250551384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/hyperbolatapi-fobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7102558809250551384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7102558809250551384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/03/hyperbolatapi-fobia.html' title='Hyperbola.tapi fobia.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbxxC5cwMGc/TXPP6w1nLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/99pW3wbj8j8/s72-c/asian-chicks-playing-with-football-ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9102962600809536525</id><published>2011-02-27T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:29:28.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing in slow motion</title><content type='html'>I have things to tell, and I wanted to write it here. I might have several minutes left but then its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to continue reading for my double-test which will be start by tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I keep on smiling and I don't know why. Somehow I want to just spill everything but considering the effects that I might encounter I will never take that risk again. Like what I've done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to keep it low, I love to take it slow, I love to just follow the flow and it has been the best way for me. I do love talking but only the light part, the introduction,for the main content,lets just say it is not for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my introduction, and its just another way for me to just say I'm still here, just don't have the time to write,here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the other responsibility, more important things to write at another place, another, another... just to the others. not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on it. I'm on my way,dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JWiwuiT58Yc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you smile as much as I do. have a great weekend.&amp;nbsp;&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/5699799857018588771-9102962600809536525?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9102962600809536525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/dancing-in-slow-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9102962600809536525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9102962600809536525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/dancing-in-slow-motion.html' title='dancing in slow motion'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JWiwuiT58Yc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3997310427921241226</id><published>2011-02-20T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:27:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a long post.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not awesome. I had to go through a module something related to Kenegaraan &amp;amp; One Malaysia from 8.30 am to 5.30pm! Not to mention me &amp;amp; my group members also need to sing a song titled Warisan which was sing by Arwah Sudirman.But luckily the facilitator is a young beautiful woman who is a lecturer from Office Management Faculty. She used to work with Singapore Airlines which made me think she might used to work as a stewardess. Oh and she is not married! She has an Iphone..okay I talk about her too much I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Moving on to the next chapter. I don't really know how to start this, but I have to come clean about this since I have a few friends asking me to make a move to have a girlfriend. I know its a boring question, I mean I already mention about this thing many times before, like "doesn't mean I don't have a girlfriend I'm...bla bla bla.." ( its like me completing a slogan). But then while I was driving, I was thinking about this then I found out that actually the main problem that I have is I'm afraid to make a move to be with someone. I'm afraid to open myself to others and I have this kind of walls around me so that I will always be on my safe side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not arrogant neither a guy who feel that I'm better than anyone else. The walls that I have around me was built without my&amp;nbsp;conscious, &amp;amp; I only realized it yesterday. So today I'll make this thing clear, my main purpose to write this sort of explanation is not to make the world to know, but it is for me. I want to figure this out. I want to confront myself so that I know the truth what was happening to me..and my little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life experience was not a good one that most people has. The last relationship I have with a girl is when I was in Form 4 which is I don't know how many years back, I don't really feel to count that number for now. That monkey love in high school, doesn't mean anything for me. It should not be included in the resume of love since for me, I was just playing around. The feeling was not real &amp;amp; I did it just because all of my friends has one so it was just like I'm following the trend. Thats the truth. Okay it sounds like I was a jerk but at the time I was only 16, where it was the time where boys &amp;amp; girls just about to get to know things around.You know that kind of stuff. I fall for someone else then 2 years after but she was belong to someone else. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the fact that I have no luck in this field of relationship, I accept the fact that girls can only accept me as friends+best friends, and I also accept the fact that I'm a person who is not easy to fall for someone. I'm not choosy but guys, I believe real love comes from your heart, without you push it or make it, it comes out of nowhere and just..boom! You're in love. You don't go out there, watch people around see whether she made the cut then go grab her tell her you want her, no for me, it don't happen that way. Of course all of us have certain criteria for a girl to be our girlfriend but then, sometimes it doesn't matter because when you're in love you don't have the explanation to that. "I love you because..."(complete this slogan without exceeding 20 words). No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you just love. You feel comfortable to be you when you're with her. You never stop smiling in everything you do with her, texting, walking and when you see her you're so happy that you want to jump whatever, I don't know, but I know that kind of happy feels like it doesn't have limits, so happy, like you don't have anything else to bother you. Yes I know what it feels like when in love, doesn't mean I don't have a girlfriend I never experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I mention to you just now I'm afraid to make a move. Yes. I'm afraid of being hurt, being rejected, and because I'm a shy person when it comes to this. I'll be talkative one after you know me better which is when I do feel comfortable with you &amp;amp; I think all &amp;nbsp;of my friends already know about this. At first I was a very quiet one dgn clumsynya but then some time after that, you'll be tired to hear me talk. Haha. Yes, "there's a safe around my heart.. I don't know how to let you in, &amp;amp; thats what keep us apart..." Tiba-tiba nak menyanyi lagu Travis McCoy kat sini. First maybe because I have lots of weaknesses. I mean come on, I'm small, I cannot lift heavy weights, I don't like sports, I don't watch football like the other normal guys do. I tried to like football before but then I cannot force myself to like something because at the end, I feel like I'm pretending &amp;amp; I hate pretending to like something that I don't like. As long as I'm not gay, its doesn't matter for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I already told you some of my little secret, &amp;amp; if you can still like me to be your boyfriend or your future husband, you can drop your number and we will see what we can be next. Haha. No lah, so because of these weaknesses that I have, I think its time for me to realize that I might be good as your friend, but I don't think I might gonna be your dream husband, who can be a superman protecting you from the enemies, I'll protect you of course because I'm still the man, but then I might be beaten then I die then the gangsters will go after you. Hah mcm mana? Takot tak? But we can just call the police, am I right? hmm. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats why I'm still a single Ted Mosby (except that he much cuter than me as girls said, obviously). I can plan how am I gonna propose to my future wife, how my wedding is gonna be, how many kids that I want, what am I gonna do to celebrate our anniversary, how we gonna educate our kids, what we're gonna do on Sunday morning, etc but then, my imagination will never be complete and be true since that important position in my family organisation chart still not be fill in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know, but until then, I want to focus in everything that I do right now, I want to learn and I know that all of us can never be like really really perfect, but since I still have my time, why don't I just prepare myself so that maybe someday, God willing, if there is someone out there for me who willing to spend the rest of her life with me, then I'll might stand the chance to be her Mr Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3997310427921241226?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3997310427921241226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-long-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3997310427921241226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3997310427921241226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-long-post.html' title='This is a long post.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4319682850268526015</id><published>2011-02-17T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:25:32.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel lucky today &amp; yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Hai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ni saya nak cerita something. Saya tak tau la kenapa kan, tapi kan, minggu ni saya rasa mcm rezeki masuk  tau. even benda tu tak ada sebesar mana, tapi saya rasa mcm happy gila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay saya ada kelas AIS (Accounting Information System) tiap hari Rabu &amp;amp; Khamis. This week kami semua kena buat presentation for PBL ( Problem Based Learning). Alhamdulillah group saya tak kena present lagi. Then masa time presentation tu, saya tak sangka pulak presentation diorang semua ni siap ada game &amp;amp; tanya-tanya soalan siap buat ala-ala talk show punya program sampai saya macam wow bestnya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lps tu kan masa diorg buat tnya soalan tu, ada kwn saya tnya "Siapakah Bapa Perakaunan?" Tiba-tiba satu kelas diam. Masa tu saya tgh sebok-sebok dok tarik mouse PC tu ke hulu ke hilir melayari bahtera internet. Lps tu kwn saya ni dok ulang lagi soalan tu, kebetulan mmg saya tau jwpn dia &amp;amp; entah mcm mana for the second time dia ulang soalan tu telinga saya yg selalunya asyik salah dgr ja nih bole tangkap plak soalan tu, so saya jwblah "Luca Pacioli!!!" dgn penuh girang riang ria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lps tu saya dpt RM3! (Okay fine taula bukan 3 ratus 3 ribu ke apa tapi duit jgk lps nasi goreng sepinggan kat seksyen 19 ni tau) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi kelas AIS ni pun ada lagi. sambung presentation. Lps tu ada lagi group yg buat sesi game perdana ria roda impian semua nih. guess what? berkat pertolongan kwn saya sang dayah &amp;amp; sang fali yg just main petik je huruf &amp;amp; i jd tukang sebut &amp;amp; tukang baling dadu for game "Dadu Impian" tu, kitorang menang lagi dapat air kotak plus chocolate cadbury. Saya mcm alhamdulillah sebab daripada dulu bab-bab cabutan bertuah ni semua mmg dah patah hati dah. tak pernah bertuah dari tadika pun sampai balik mengadu dkt mak kenapa asyik tak dpt sedih tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kali ni saya dapat. Tak payah lah nak demand tinggi-tinggi menang BMW ke apa walaupun air kotak. Feeling lucky tu dah mcm best gila dah. hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secara jujur I have lot of things in my mind right now. Tapi tiap kali mengadu kat mak saya ( saya mmg anak mak pun, anak abah jgk sb abah bg duit,haha) mak ckp kalau diikutkan semua benda masalah ni dah asyik difikir-fikir ja mmgla serabut. take it slow just follow the flow. mcm tulah saya buat. even la ni dok bagai digantung tak bertali pasai praktikal ni pun saya mcm berserah sb saya dah buat apa yg patut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for everything to be okay, &amp;amp; at the same time I prepare myself for the worst to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tak boleh dah nak mengeluh-ngeluh, saya dah besar kena la take control things mcm org besar jgk, walaupun badan saya kecik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takpa la saya pergi dulu sebelum saya melalut something yg at the end buat saya menyesal sb saya ckp byk sgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4319682850268526015?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4319682850268526015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-lucky-today-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4319682850268526015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4319682850268526015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-lucky-today-yesterday.html' title='I feel lucky today &amp; yesterday.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3120325418807779934</id><published>2011-02-12T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:44:56.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh tak nak senyum besar-besar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya suka bila UiTM buat mcm ni. Buat apa? Sebab before this saya selalu marah UiTM, dgn parkingnya, dgn lifnya, dgn jadual testnya, tapi minggu ni rasa syg dkt UiTM tiba membuak-buak. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selasa haritu saya pergi kelas. Sebelum tido malam before nk ke kelas tu my friend msg ckp ada benda best bakal jadi &amp;amp; dia tak sabar nk bgtau. Saya pun mcm okay aku tido dulu sebab time-time biasa ni saya tak mengharapkan apa-apa keajaiban pun yg bakal berlaku.cewah.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai kelas saya berasa sgt terharu, apabila dimaklumkan mengenai semua kelas yg dibatalkan pada hari khamis &amp;amp; jumaat mcm whatttt?????! seriously? oh lps tu dia ckp lagi kalau ada lecturer buat kelas bole kena tindakan disiplin mcm wow! hahaha baru cuti dpt cuti free free lagi. oh lpstukan selasa ni cuti lagi boleh heee rasa mcm nk tinggal je kelas isnin tu okay tapi tak bole.sob sob apa apa pun bersyukur gila dpt cuti lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway before i blah nak mengangkut 2 3 baldi air for nak mandi, pernah tak rasa mcm dlm lagu ni? Ni la among reasons aku syg minah swift ni, sb dia mmg pandai buat lagu yg most of the time dgr dlm kereta mcm kena perli dgn dia ja mcm eh taylor aku dah bgtau ko ke eh story of my life? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lw0fETc9XEE" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you taylor swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3120325418807779934?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3120325418807779934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/boleh-tak-nak-senyum-besar-besar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3120325418807779934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3120325418807779934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/boleh-tak-nak-senyum-besar-besar.html' title='Boleh tak nak senyum besar-besar?'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Lw0fETc9XEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-218258803421699049</id><published>2011-02-11T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:28:45.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petua Pergi Kelas Tak Mandi</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First saya nak buat pengakuan membunuh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pernah tak korang pergi kelas tak mandi? = Saya pernah! &amp;amp; saya ada seorang wakil bg pihak perempuan yg berdiri sama tinggi dgn saya dlm kategori pergi kelas tak mandi. Mesti semua rasa mcm euwww tp hello, badan i tak berbau, muka i sentiasa fresh berseri selepas solat suboh, &amp;amp; baru sekali seumur hidup i pegi kelas tak mandi. mesti semua nak tau apa perasaannya kan? biasa ja, as long as anda semua mematuhi beberapa garisan peraturannya, saya yakin anda pasti mampu berjalan dgn penuh keyakinan, eh bukan takat yakin biasa, malah lebih yakin drpd hari biasa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi apa kata saya dedahkan kpd anda...jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petua Pergi Kelas Tak Mandi. (OMG Tak sabarnyaaa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First of all, pastikan gigi digosok dgn bersih sebersihnya, bg mengelakkan mulut anda berbau air liur basi, tapi saya nasihatkan, eloklah sekiranya tidur tu tak payah tonggeng sana tongeng sini, tutup mulut bg dlm keadaan senang diri (jgn nganga luas2 or terbuka sedikit di bhg tepi hujung) alaaa you know, like tutup biasa ja. haaa then takda la masalah air liur berlebihan tu.Okay mulut is bhg paling penting sb di situlah kuasa kekonfidenan akan dtg. Untuk kuasa yg lebih meyakinkan, makanlah gula-gula yg menyegarkan nafas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Next, rambut! yeahhh rambut ni memainkan peranan yg penting juga, sb dari rambut org mampu tau u mandi ke tak. so i suggest terapi paling baik punya, step 1 basahkan rambut, step 2 gunakan pelembut rambut yg wangiii and mampu menampakkan kelembapan seperti semula jadi yg if rambut u ditiup angin, u akan terdengar lagu Natasha Bedingfield-Unwritten mcm dlm iklan Sunsilk tu. cewahh.haha. itulah namanya konfiden! So u akan nmpk seperti mandi berkali-kali walaupun hakikatnya.... TIDAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Muka. Pastikan muka dicuci bagi menghilangkan minyak-minyak di wajah u know skin oil etc. Perasan tak sbnrnya ramai yg muka dia even dia mandi pun dia still nmpk tak mandi? Dulu rsnya mcm tak ramai tau tp skrg mcm ramai. so no worrylah wey, dah ramai dah org bleh accept fenomena ni. Org takkan perasan punya kita mandi ke tak.haha. TAPI. please cuci muka dulu bagi bersih,lap seluruh bhg muka so that muka bersih. okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Next is your outfit, dah tau tak mandi, jgn la pakai selekeh kan. mmg terserlah ketidakmandian tu. Pilih antara pakaian yg cantik yg smart yg bukan sahaja menutupi cacat cela akibat tak mandi, malah membantu anda berasa lebih yakin. Dgn outfit yg kemas, anda pasti kelihatan hebat &amp;amp; berketrampilan walaupun anda sbnrnya TIDAK mandi.hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Last, ini penting, semburan minyak wangi deodoran etc! Haaa yg ni bila dah bubuh, insyaallah berkesan, pastikan bau yg fresh, yg tak sakit hidung, yg tak terlampau like mcm miyak wangi yg tengik tu, sb if minyak wangi yg kau pakai tu menyakitkan hidung, it doesn't make any difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So itulah caranya saya tampil yakin walaupun tak mandi. Tapi jgnlah buat everyday, tak sihat wey, lagi satu tak tahan lama, paling lama pun pukul 12tgh hari ja kau kena balik mandi 3 kali refill tangki. Aku tak mandi sb rumah aku tiba-tiba paip rosak, so ada la excuse kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye! Selamat beramal. :)&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/5699799857018588771-218258803421699049?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/218258803421699049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/petua-pergi-kelas-tak-mandi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/218258803421699049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/218258803421699049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/petua-pergi-kelas-tak-mandi.html' title='Petua Pergi Kelas Tak Mandi'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1718462799269819337</id><published>2011-02-06T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:46:07.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time goes by.</title><content type='html'>Hai. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tak faham. kenapa org nak pakai susuk? padahal sudah terang lagi berspot light lampu stadium yg effect susuk tu last-last buat muka kau buruk. Kenapa susah-susah, pakai BRANDS Inner Shine sudah. Terus ayu mcm Maya Karin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu subtopic. Masok tajuk besar. Sehari sebelum saya pulang bercuti for Chinese New Year       (Gong Xi Gong Xi masuk tahun baru buangkanlah perasaan benci sesuka hati), saya menerima panggilan drpd classmate tingkatan satu saya dulu, memberitahu tentang perginya seorang sahabat saya kerana kemalangan di jalan raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agak terkilan kerana kami semua rakan-rakan tak sempat melihat arwah sebab semua pun balik lambat, jadi akhirnya semua sepakat untuk just berkunjung ke rumah arwah berjumpa dgn parents dia. Arwah adalah kawan saya masa sekolah menengah, pernah satu dorm, pernah tarik sembunyikan towel saya &amp;amp; kwn2 lain time mandi, pernah bernasyid sekali, pernah main bola sekali (wow aku pun main bola jgk dulu, tp dah retire). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time terserempak masa tu dah 2 years back, tu pun tak sempat bersembang lama. My friends semua sedih sebab before arwah accident dia byk kali mintak kat kawan saya, buatla reunion. Nak jumpa semua. Tapi sebabkan masa cuti semua org mostly tak sama, so asyik tertunda. Last-last, semua org berjumpa, bereunion, tapi sebab dia. Sebab dia dah tak ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya sedih. Mcm tak sangka,dia pergi dulu. Tak contact after habis SPM, padahal ada masa before this tak pulak berjumpa. Tapi benda dah jadi, nothing we could do to bring back the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5699799857018588771-1718462799269819337?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1718462799269819337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-time-goes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1718462799269819337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1718462799269819337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As time goes by.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7911957511280412198</id><published>2011-01-22T22:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:50:01.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou card</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ever tell you guys what I felt about my housemates? I think I never did. So today all of them is gonna be our subject in this blog of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I love them much as we're siblings. okay i think i'm the only one who felt that way since I was raised as the only child in my family but yes, we're close enough to be considered as brothers. First, lets figure out the numbers of people living in this house, we have Aspa Ajan Syakir Pale Ustaz Naj Rain and me, total up amount to 8, and we're what we called "Penghuni Tetap".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to have Sharir, Haziq, Kimal, Saser and Tebe but then Sharir went to UK continued his degree and right now is doing his ACCA, the other 4 then have been transfered to Kampus Bandaraya Melaka, but we still contact each other and every weekend (mostly) this 4 persons will come here and we spend times together playing futsal badminton dota whatsoever (only them excluding me, obviously) not that I'm antisocial but I'm  just not too much into sports and computer games either. wait, Pale also the one whom will not join futsal, unless it is dota or bowling. I can do bowling, yes I did. Occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we need more members for us to maintain the low rent+bills and for the fact that this house is kinda big, &amp;amp; we have enough space for more persons, so now we have new members which is Anuat, Amin, Ikhwan, and Am. So how many...oh 12 persons in this house. Meriah. Did I mention Anuat is my best friend from high school? Yes he is, and I'm lucky to have him here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Of course as a big family in this house we do have problems but alhamdulillah everything is under control. We never fight with each other, most of the times we only have arguments ( like everyday) and thats normal. One thing that you need to know about them is they are all sweet person although you can't see that through their innocent faces. So for those who didn't know about that, try to get to know them more...er deeply I guess? hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why they're sweet? Well, among the reasons is because they celebrated my 19th birthday by gave me a suprise, really suprising because during that time I just moved into this house &amp;amp; just about to get to know them, okay let me tell you what happened. I was in my room (at the back) when suddenly it blackout and the whole house is dark. I was a little bit scared &amp;amp; I shouted calling their names and they said to me to go to the front. Then when I went there  I saw the light was actually from the candles on the cake and they sang me a birthday song, it was really unexpected! Yeah, they did that. and thank you Muya for the cake and Haziq, for the plan. Terharu, sob sob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main purpose I wrote this is because I wanted to tell them that being with them is among the best things happen to me, honestly besides anuat, they're my closest friends and yes yazid, hafiz &amp;amp; syah also. ramai kan? I love being friends with you guys because you guys are nice to me. You guys never leave me, and I thanked Allah for the chance He gave me to meet all of you. So in case something happen maybe in the future, who knows, I wanted you guys to know that I really appreciate you guys for being my friend in good and bad times. Truly I knew I'm a little bit annoying (sb hyper) but then you guys still mcm "layan jela bdk ni". hahah. Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this is not weird:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always imagine that all of you will be there with me during the night before my wedding and I hope my imagination will come true. Idk why but I just want you guys to be there with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5699799857018588771-7911957511280412198?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7911957511280412198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/thankyou-card.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7911957511280412198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7911957511280412198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/thankyou-card.html' title='thankyou card'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2551275113635832246</id><published>2011-01-08T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:49:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSgvN8tDuoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_VouxYHsxjU/s1600/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSgvN8tDuoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_VouxYHsxjU/s400/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559745656668797570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is quite cold so I just stay in bed with my blanket wrapped around my warm body eating my jam-tart. The cover of financial textbook is lovely, and I don't mind to consider it in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just spent the whole morning cleaning the house and had a little bit late breakfast with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love weekends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2551275113635832246?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2551275113635832246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2551275113635832246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2551275113635832246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-is-well.html' title='All is well.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSgvN8tDuoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_VouxYHsxjU/s72-c/DSC00693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2976236445453957790</id><published>2011-01-07T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:55:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk hari esok.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah aku berjaya mengharungi minggu pertama kembali ke dunia "persekolahan bagi peringkat 18 tahun ke atas". Setelah hampir 2 bulan bercuti aku akui mengalami gangguan biological clock memandangkan hampir sepanjang waktu cuti mata aku hanya mampu terlelap pada jam 4.30 pagi dan bangun pada jam 12 tgh hari. Secara jujurnya aku berasa sangat menyesal kerana terlepas hampir 95%  melihat keindahan waktu pagi, di kala matahari beransur naik menyimbahkan cahayanya ke bumi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meskipun begitu, aku bersyukur kerana apa yg aku rancangkan pada waktu cuti semester lepas berjalan agak lancar dan apa yg aku targetkan berjaya dicapai. Secara ringkasnya aku agak berpuas hati dgn apa yg telah aku lakukan sepanjang masa cuti dan pada masa yg sama banyak perkara yg telah aku pelajari. Diharap agar pengajaran tersebut mampu membimbing aku untuk menjadi lebih baik dari yg sebelum ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahun 2010 seperti tahun-tahun yg lain menyimpan pelbagai peristiwa pahit dan manis yg tidak dpt dilupuskan dari ingatan dgn begitu sahaja. Segala yg berlaku sedikit sebanyak membantu dalam usaha aku memperbetulkan diri aku yg sememangnya tidak pernah mampu lari daripada sering melakukan kesilapan, tidak kira sama ada kesilapan itu terhadap diri sendiri dan juga terhadap org lain di sekeliling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setiap malam pada minggu-minggu terakhir bulan Disember 2010 aku tidak mampu berhenti dari memikirkan apa yg telah dilakukan oleh aku sepanjang tahun itu, dan memikirkan soal betul dan salahnya segala perlakuan dan keputusan serta kata-kata yg pernah dilemparkan, impaknya terhadap perasaan org sekeliling dan apakah aku masih mampu mempertahankan segala apa yg masih menjadi milik aku dan menghargainya sebelum kehilangannya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jika dilihat kepada org lain, tidak dinafikan terasa seolah-olah diri ini jauh tertinggal serta serba kekurangan. Melihat apa yg mereka ada, membuat diri lupa untuk bersyukur atas segala yg telah diri kita perolehi. Tetapi seharusnya aku tahu, apa yg lebih baik itu ialah menghargai apa yg kita telah ada dan menjaganya sebaik mungkin agar kita tidak kehilangannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jikalau mampu, aku ingin betulkan kembali semuanya. Aku ingin kembali ke hari-hari lalu dimana segala yg silap mampu aku betulkan agar kisah menjadi sempurna. Agar terserlah kebaikan isinya tanpa cacat cela. Tapi hakikatnya tiada yg sempurna, kerana itulah dunia. Yg lampau itu gunanya dijadikan panduan, pembimbing menuju ke hadapan. Bersyukur terhadap peluang yg masih diberikan bg merubah masa hadapan supaya hari esok itu lebih baik dari yg sebelumnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga tahun ini akan menjadi lebih baik dari sebelumnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5699799857018588771-2976236445453957790?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2976236445453957790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/untuk-hari-esok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2976236445453957790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2976236445453957790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/untuk-hari-esok.html' title='Untuk hari esok.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3114272730933735778</id><published>2011-01-03T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:28:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taik Kucing</title><content type='html'>Salam satu Malaysia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first Monday of 2011. oh &amp;amp; hari first saya kembali masuk kelas. Nervous nak masok kelas tp sebenarnya more to malas nak masok kelas, tp excited jumpa classmates jgk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yg tak fun nya today dah start belaja. Before lecturer masok muka fresh gila hai sana hai sini gelak ketawa berdekah-dekah bila lecturer masok start mengajar aku menguap 3 kali. and terus time tula nak kuar terkencing whatsoever. boringgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky 10.30 tak ada class so yeayyy bole balik sambung tido! Tp masuk ja rumah terpampang di depan mata kucing bertali di leher tgh mengangkang berak atas seluar track yg basah lencun akibat bumbung bocor bila hujan lebat di dapur depan mesin basuh.  Literally telinga berasap muka blushing overdose menahan perasaan marah teramat sgt campur malu tgk kucing tgh menjalankan bisnes di depan mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kucing tu apabila nampak aku sedang bertentang mata dgnnya mungkin berasa agak malu dgn sikapnya yg amatlah menyakitkan hati tu lalu menunduk sayu seolah-olah dirinya tidak bersalah. I have no choice than to just wait sampai dia habis lps tu grab btg penyapu menghalau dgn cara yg sopan sb bkn salah dia, dia kan haiwan, kalau manusia bole la aku sular ja dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tp I believed it is the cat owner's responsibility to take care of the cat. You nak bela kucing, its fine, aku pun suka kucing, tapi  jadilah owner yg bertanggungjawab make sure haiwan peliharaan you tak menimbulkan masalah dkt org lain. Kalau sekali kita tak kisah sb kita faham haiwan mana la tau apa kan,tp the owner need to understand the fact that sapa pun akan berang jika everyday balik rumah after work or class then you have to deal with najis haiwan peliharaan org lain dalam rumah. The smell of cat's poop is too busuk untuk disukai so please lah, educate your cat, beli sangkar ke, sediakan pasir untuk dia buang najis, ajar dia buang dkt pasir dlm sangkar dia tu. Semua org akan bahagia.tak gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay yes saya terpaksa buang taik sekilo tu ke dalam tong sampah. tp dapur still berbau taik kucing dgn kuat mcm ambi pur level maximum tp version bau taik kucing. Can you see akibat dia? Arghhh benci benci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&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/5699799857018588771-3114272730933735778?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3114272730933735778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/taik-kucing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3114272730933735778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3114272730933735778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/01/taik-kucing.html' title='Taik Kucing'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7138096645319897427</id><published>2010-12-19T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:49:09.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay up too late and I'm too thin.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a good writer. So I don't know how to make an interesting start for every post here. But that's not important anyway. It's not like I'm writing a book to be sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I love weddings. I like it more when there's white roses along the entrance, white big wedding cake in the middle, and while people still eating they played sorts of sweet songs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when everything is in creamy white color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I love the most is the fact that wedding is the beginning of a new journey. Where both persons knew what they want from each other, they knew the both of them will be able to give each other happiness, for better or for worst, and will be able to give them love until the end of the life. When you know, you know. You just know. That's what they always said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to many weddings this holidays. Including my classmate's wedding(the one when I was a little,who once upon a time used to ride a bicycle accompanied me every time I went back from school). She was among the pretty ones, and still she is pretty.no sorry, a beautiful woman. I watched her with her husband walking there together holding hands with the big smile on their face, and I can imagine the adrenaline rush inside of them. That happy face. The bride &amp;amp; groom happy face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no she's not my old crush. What I'm trying to deliver here is I can feel the happiness that she felt that day, it kinda like your first phase of happily ever after is completed, and now you gonna enter into phase two and next and next... It must be quite relieved when you ended up with someone that you love and loves you back. Congratulations to her, one of my best friends in secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can imagine all sorts of things you wanted to imagine. I do that all night, every single day of my life before I fall asleep. No matter how tired I felt during that day, my mind never stop trying to imagine all the fairytale dreams. My own version of stories with my own version of happy endings. But the cool thing is that, before these both eyes close, it will came into a conclusion, about my earlier imagination of course. It said tawakal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never gave up of anything in my life, and there's always hope. Most of the time I felt like I'm a loser, but that doesn't mean I gave up on everything. I'm living a good life where there are families &amp;amp; friends in it, and no matter how hard things that I'm gonna get through, I'll be okay. Of course there are parts of me still missing &amp;amp; I have no worries (sometimes I worried, but that's normal). I believe there's still plenty of time and someday I'll solve my own puzzled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&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/5699799857018588771-7138096645319897427?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7138096645319897427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/12/stay-up-to-late-and-im-too-thin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7138096645319897427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7138096645319897427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/12/stay-up-to-late-and-im-too-thin.html' title='Stay up too late and I&apos;m too thin.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3189103934682448417</id><published>2010-12-11T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:16:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dream</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really scary dream last night, &amp;amp; this dream that I had also taught me a lesson which I'm sure I'll remember it till' the end of my lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your information, it is very rare since the day I was born if I didn't have a dream during my sleep. I don't know why and some of my friends thought maybe it is because of my higher power definition of imagination whatsoever, but whenever I sleep, memang confirm bermimpi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, bila saya berada di dalam mimpi, I just realized that I can control the decision that I've made, although not all, but bila dalam mimpi tu, otak still berfikir sama mcm di luar mimpi or actual situation in the real world. Okay sounds mcm merepek sikit tapi its true, &amp;amp; most of the mimpi I took the chances to do what ever I like, ikut kata hati suka hati, haha because dalam sesetengah mimpi tu I knew already it is a mimpi, so yeah I woke up in the morning dgn muka tersenyum sorang-sorang sb I've got the chance to do something that I can't or might not have the chance to do it in the real world &amp;amp; I did it, in my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi mimpi semalam pelik:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, bila mata terpejam &amp;amp; sedar saja dalam alam mimpi tu I was in this situation, my family and I pindah ke rumah baru &amp;amp; terus nak buat kenduri, weird thing is I didn't know apakah tujuan dibuat kenduri tu. Maybe just kenduri masuk rumah baru. Orang ramai dtg &amp;amp; saya berjalan ke hulu ke hilir tanpa tujuan . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba org suruh saya bersiap,go to the front door layan tetamu sb org nak tgk my wife.Shit!. Saya tak tau sapa wife saya, so this kind of funny, saya lari dgn panik kat dpn rumah, ada org perempuan tgh duduk buat bulatan, tiba-tiba entah celah mana ada kwn saya dlm bulatan tu, so saya tnya dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wey sapa bini aku weh? Aku lupa muka dia aku tak tau no. fon dia." And sambil memegang my hp I tried to search her fon no. tp why la i'm so stupid, I didn't know who the hell she is so celah mana pulak ada no fon dia dlm my hp. My friend muka terkejut, "Hey bini sendiri xkan x kenai,awat la hg ni wey, sat aku bg no dia.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly she appeared, lps tu dia tarik lengan saya (she is referring to my "wife") and then kitorg pegi bersembang dgn tetamu yg dtg kenduri. Gosh I was sooo...urgh dissapointed semua ada la. Otak blur gila &amp;amp; I looked at her so many times tapi still mcm.."kenapa aku kawin dgn dia ni? i don't like her, I never fall for this girl so how will I love her till the end of my life?!" And at the time I was soooo menyesal, people came "oh so this is your wife?" &amp;amp; saya terpaksa mengangguk-agguk dgn berat hati &amp;amp; rasa mcm nak lari, tp xbole, sb dia mcm tersenyum mcm bahagia gila, &amp;amp; saya tak mampu nak ckp "Wey aku x penah suka hg pun". Kejam sgt kan klu buat mcm tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After kenduri habis, kitorg masukkan beg2 baju dlm kereta kat tempat parking kat hotel &amp;amp; tempat parking tu dpn dia ada cafe, guess what, terjumpa one of my best friend Muya tgh lepak minum dgn bf dia, dia terkejut &amp;amp; dtg "Epul apa ko buat kat sini?!". Dgn sedihnya I introduced to her "My wife...". Diorg salam, lps tu Muya mntak no fon my wife tu, and Muya tgk muka saya dgn muka mcm ni "Biar betol ko ni kawin dgn dia?" Like I really have made a bad decision. I didn't have the chance to tell her the truth sb tak sampai hati my wife is there so I just said goodbye &amp;amp; definitely I will call Muya later to reveal everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the magic happen, my eyes terbukak and saya terus bgn &amp;amp; my hp still dalam genggaman tgn and ada msg from my pillow talk friend Jasmin Anis. This dream really freakin me out. Actually,before I fall asleep, I was thinking about people who make a deal with their best friend sort of or any person,if they both still single when they reach the age of something, maybe 30 or 40, diorg akan kawin dgn org yg diorg janji tu. Dlm How I Met Your Mother, Ted made a deal with Robin that they will marry each other if they both still single at the age of 40. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think, this dream just show me a lesson,that I should have never ever to do that because who knows, maybe your feelings towards he/she changed, or mcm terpaksa buat because you already promised them. haha whateverlah. tp penyesalan dia tu mak aiii. i was thinking that I just ruin my own life, &amp;amp; luckily it was only a dream. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3189103934682448417?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3189103934682448417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3189103934682448417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3189103934682448417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-dream.html' title='Bad Dream'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1976382495428916658</id><published>2010-11-20T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:29:43.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK the title for this one too.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was online, facebook of course, I was playing this game called "Baking Life",(trust me this game will make you hungry because the images look so good make you wanna taste it),and then I saw this advertisement at the right side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20.0pt;"&gt;Belilah pakaian dalam seksi secara online. Murah dan cepat sampai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-" what happened to facebook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5699799857018588771-1976382495428916658?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1976382495428916658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/idk-title-for-this-one-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1976382495428916658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1976382495428916658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/idk-title-for-this-one-too.html' title='IDK the title for this one too.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-589387099740619105</id><published>2010-11-15T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:56:40.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the title for this one?</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just feel so good to be home. All the mess in my head semua tertinggal di shah alam. tapi still i miss all my friends already. November &amp;amp; December, lots of great movies coming &amp;amp; what makes me sad is I don't have a chance watch it with my great company. awww. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newest things about me is I eat a lot since i got back here. I don't know why, but I keep on feeling hungry. Makan, then kenyang sekejap, 1 hour later makan lagi. wow thats a very good news actually. and i wanna thank you to my inner self or whatever inside me because suddenly it has this big appetite to derive me to eat more and more &amp;amp; I do need to gain some fat. I know its quite boring to hear me saying that because it has been years and I'm not getting fat yet, but hey at least I'm trying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a novel to finish, movies to watch and games to be play. Lets just hope I can use my time in this 1 month (plus whatever weeks or days that I actually doesn't count but what I know is that I need to go back to UiTM at 3rd January? Oh that also still not sure) efficiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, goodbye. I'll see you soon. Oh I love this songs btw. hihi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-589387099740619105?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/589387099740619105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-title-for-this-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/589387099740619105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/589387099740619105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-title-for-this-one.html' title='Whats the title for this one?'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4447258941292582895</id><published>2010-11-12T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:57:51.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;i need to pack my things, because i’m going home its holiday baby! enjoy your vacation, release all your tension. you smile I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:MS;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;ttyl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:MS;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 55px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4447258941292582895?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4447258941292582895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4447258941292582895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4447258941292582895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/words.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5756023666052969155</id><published>2010-11-07T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:06:13.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilik Belakang</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;Baiklah, today I will tell you a story tentang kehidupan saya di bilik belakang di rumah sewa saya ini. Kenapa tiba-tiba topik ini? Sebab semalam masa saya study for my 2nd last paper IBM, saya terasa perasaan membuak-buak untuk memblogging pasal ni. Saya tahan &amp;amp; tahan perasaan tu &amp;amp; skrg saya lpskan. Lagipun, bilik ni kalau nak diikutkan piawaian saya, dia dah layak untuk diceritakan memandangkan saya telah mendiami rumah ini hampir 3 tahun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa mula-mula saya ditawarkan &amp;amp; diterima masuk ke rumah ini, bilik ini didiami oleh 3 org. Saya &amp;amp; 2 org lagi kwn saya Haziq &amp;amp; Naj. Bilik saya ini letaknya di belakang, org kata bilik maid la senang cerita. Belakang bilik saya adalah dapur. Masa mula-mula duduk, tidak pernah terbayang di fikiran saya untuk memiliki kuasa penuh terhadap bilik ini. Tetapi, agaknya dah takdir bilik ini jatuh ke dlm genggaman tgn saya, seorang demi seorang roomate tu emo, bilik panas katanya, maka keluarlah mereka berdua menjajah tanah baru which is kawasan dpn TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bermulalah era pemerintahan saya. Akan tetapi, malang tak berbau. Bilik saya ni rupanya scary sikit masa mula-mula tu. Mcm-mcm jgk lah kan jadi. Dah nama bilik blkg ni, so saya pun memilih seorang superhero untuk membantu saya dlm menepis gangguan-gangguan ni. Aspa dgn rela hatinya menemani saya selama hampir setahun. Lps tu bila saya pegi Puncak Perdana dia pun kuar kejap,haha. so kira bilik ni mcm tak diutilisekn sgt masa sem julai-november 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila saya masuk blk last sem bilik ni dah hilang kescaryan tu. Alhamdulillah. Tp still tido mlm lampu blkg or bilik air saya tetap bukak.Klu Naj bgn pukul 3 pagi dia tutup saya automatically akan terjaga &amp;amp; bukak balik. Pelik kan? Org jaga klu bukak lampu tp saya jaga bila tutup lampu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bilik ni unik,sb setiap malam, saya akan dgr kucing menjerit-jerit sesama sendiri. Puncanya sb lorong blkg ni adalah tempat pertempuran diorg setiap mlm. Its mcm bilik gelap kat asrama dulu2. Which means kucing mana yg x puas hati akan bertempur di sini. Kadang tu dasyat sgt gaduh sampai igt mati dah sekor tp besok pagi bukak pintu tgk hidup je lagi tgh berak dkt pokok dpn rumah. Maybe diorang gaduh berebut port berak kot. Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu lagi keistimewaan bilik ni ialah, bila jiran blkg tu masak, bau wangi masakan dia tu menusuk ke lubang hidung saya, yg mana seterusnya mempengaruhi selera mkn saya. Dia masak pulak nak power ja, tiba-tiba bau chicken chop, tiba-tiba bau Big Apple, tiba-tiba bau Choc Chip Cookies, tiba-tiba bau ayam rendang. So tulah antara punca duit cpt habis. Salah jiran blkg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tp kalau org dlm rumah ni yg masak, baunya lain pulak. haha. Tapi apakan daya, dah nasib bilik blkg. So belilah Febreze. Sembur bagai mencurah-curah ke ladang gandum mengurangkan effect bau melekat dkt baju &amp;amp; tilam. Tak nak la pegi kls lecturer tnya "Saifol you masak telor goreng dgn seasoning Maggi ke td? " -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi satu benefit yg bilik lain tak dpt. Bilik ini sentiasa cool! Sejuk. Klu tgh hari bilik kat atas bahang tp bilik ni maintain je. Awal-awal duduk panas sb kipas x cuci sb tula angin slow. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err aah tu je la benefit dia. Tp saya bersyukur. Sb saya rasa serasi dgn bilik ini. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya lapar. Bye.&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/5699799857018588771-5756023666052969155?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5756023666052969155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/bilik-belakang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5756023666052969155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5756023666052969155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/bilik-belakang.html' title='Bilik Belakang'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7981291038313498713</id><published>2010-11-04T16:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:30:38.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melalut</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah saya baru habis exam paper AIS510, mcm biasalah boleh jawab ke tidak saya jawab &amp;amp; tulis ja asalkan buku jawapan tu bertulis. And today pertama kalinya saya mengalami situasi di mana pen kehabisan dakwat ketika menjawab exam &amp;amp; timing dia perfect sekali, dah masuk 30 minit yg terakhir &amp;amp; lagi 3 main points soalan yg last. Saya panic, saya sambung ja tulis dgn pensel. Full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough pasal exam today. Saya teringat saya ada post dkt twitter "stable job position,mini cooper &amp;amp; travel.thats it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aah. Thats my teenage dream. Saya nak menjalani kehidupan yg simple, saya nak pakai t-shirt &amp;amp; shorts &amp;amp; pergi travel. Explore things outside. Saya membayangkan diri saya bercuti &amp;amp; merantau ke luar negara bersama-sama rakan, menggantungkan kamera di tengkuk lps tu capture every special moments &amp;amp; things that I see. Saya nak lifestyle yg sederhana, (tp duit mau byk la of course,haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bersama saya juga maybe books that I will try to read before I fall asleep. Saya prefer novel fiction, cerita yg ala-ala fantasi yg mmg x kan jadi reality tu. Saya x beberapa nak minat dgn fiksyen sains, sb saya mmg tak minat. Saya suka cerita yg ringan-ringan,yg mcm bila dibaca terasa mcm kita pun terikut-ikut je dia punya flow tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lps tu saya nak rumah saya ada studio untuk tempat saya nak melukis. Saya suka melukis. Dulu masa sekolah rendah, masa darjah dua, ada seorang bdk kelas saya, dia nampak saya asyik lukis ja, sampai dia pun pegi kedai koperasi sekolah, setiap hari dia akan beli satu kertas lukisan bernilai 10 sen (pada ketika itu) &amp;amp; selepas waktu rehat dia akan bg dkt saya supaya saya lukis satu benda untuk dia. lps tu dia akan ambik. tak tau la dia simpan ka tak tp klu simpan mcm buruk ja haha. Saya tak ckp pun tgn saya ni seni sgt tp saya suka lukis. Tu ja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya suka warna putih. Tp at the same time saya suka hitam. Sebab apa yg saya nak, is things yg elegan (hitam) tapi at the same time it is simple &amp;amp; pure. Saya suka putih sebab dia plain bersih, warna putih calm me down. Buat saya rasa mcm bebas tenang mcm tak ada masalah pun yg perlu saya fikirkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya suka sgt tgk movie. So faham-faham je lah flat tv skrin HD segala tu mmg one of my favourite things. Dilengkapi dgn sistem home teater sound semua lengkaplah senang cerita. Kat living room mmg lah kena ada dalam bilik nak jgk oh dlm bilik air pun nak ada jgk dkt dpn bathtub.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa lagi? Saya nak kucings, the 's" means more than only one cat. Semua kucing akan saya pastikan mencapai tahap kegemukan &amp;amp; kemalasan yg amat. Yeap saya nak melatih semua menjadi Garfield. Bila penat balik kerja semua kucing-kucing tu akan menemani saya menonton televisyen sambil saya makan spaghetti, or fries, or ice cream.mana mana ja lah. dan cukup masa semua akan berderet mengikut saya untuk tido. oh memang saya akan pillow talk dgn kucing tu before tido. Saya akan cakap dkt dia korg ni gemuk-gemuk ja semua ikot sapa ni eh? tau tak korg obesity. besok big daddy nak ajar korg naik treadmill. kita bersenam sama-sama.haha celah mana big daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats how I imagine myself in the future. Hangin out with friends during the weekend, my parents also stay with me, because I love them. Friends can also come over for dinner sometimes, ah you can just come overlah. sebab nanti kalau dah kerja you don't have much time to catch up with each other sgt, tambah kalau yg dah married kan so maybe weekend is the only time you have to just lepak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I will ever get married, then my life is gonna be more colorful, I have my wife there and my children will be running in the house screaming sana sini. And acara kewajipan is breakfast together on sunday morning. breakfast wajib, sebab saya sgt suka breakfast. saya tekankan lg sekali,this paragraph only apply if only i ever get married. tapi still bujang pon breakfast sunday morning tetap wajib.hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine more &amp;amp; more things, still I can't  figure out what am I gonna do after completing my degree. To work or to continue my studies, i guess i need more time to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5699799857018588771-7981291038313498713?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7981291038313498713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/melalut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7981291038313498713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7981291038313498713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/11/melalut.html' title='Melalut'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9142128162394126321</id><published>2010-10-28T20:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:42:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting facts when I was in highschool</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As at 28 October 2010 I still have...(kejap nak kira..hm 1,2..) oh 4 more papers to go, &amp;amp; as at this date jugaklah masih belum jumpa soalan senang. Sampai satu tahap kan bila bukak soalan mcm, "oh hmm susah". x terkejut pun tiada tindakan refleks nak memaki ba alip ba ya fa wau kauf ke tak ada dah buat menambah dosa lg ilmu tak masok time musim perayaan final exam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay actually i just remembered few interesting moment when i was in high school. so here is the list (padahal dua je pun):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No 1- There was one time I was in the shower,lps tu tiba-tiba bau busuk gilaaa.then kuar tgk ada satu je pintu jamban yg tertutup. me &amp;amp; 2 other guys was staring &amp;amp; we wondered sapalah berak busuk sgt nak mampos ni. after proses pengecaman towel dia then petang tu we go one bilik to one bilik cari that towel &amp;amp; bila jumpa, kami tanya, "weh sapa punya towel ni?" then someone said "saya!" "Woohhh hang la yg berak busuk sgt tu!" Junior tu terpinga-pinga. hahaha.he deserved it after semua org terpaksa habiskan hampir setengah botol shower gel just untuk mandi dgn bau normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No 2-Oh this one best. Masa ni dalam bas tau nak pergi outing,lps tu ada 2 org perempuan (rasa bdk sekolah agama sb dia pakai tudung labuh sopan santun) lps tu diorang nak stop kt depan sekolah diorg. One of the girl tu bgn tekan loceng tp loceng tu tak bunyi. then dia tekan pulak loceng org dpn dia tapi tak bunyi jgk. Muka dia sgt chuak &amp;amp; kwn dia dkt sebelah dah mcm nak menangis sb dah terlepas, org ramai memandang-mandang tp semua org mcm eh sapa yg volunteer nak bgtau pak cik driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl td menyedari dia mmg x bole harap dkt jejaka-jejaka ketibas ni lalu dgn kentalnya dia pun buat bunyi "Teeeeetttttttttttttt". (Bunyi loceng bas). Suprisingly bas tu stop!hahahaha. lps tu dia tarik tgn kwn dia turun laju-laju. everybody in the bus mcm "wow siapakah gadis kental terer buat bunyi loceng bas itu" hahaha. of course semua org gelakkan dia padahal dia just mempertahankan hak dia untuk turun dkt tempat yg dia nak je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh housemates dah ajak makan la. jumpa lg di lain masa! adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-9142128162394126321?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9142128162394126321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/interesting-facts-when-i-was-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9142128162394126321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9142128162394126321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/interesting-facts-when-i-was-in.html' title='Interesting facts when I was in highschool'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4650278909366128626</id><published>2010-10-21T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:10:14.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi. I went to PTAR (Perpustakaan Tun Abd Razak, semangat gila kan nak bgtau PTAR tu apa.) this morning. My plan was to stay there up to 3pm. Then I'll go back home and sleep till' 6.00pm and wake up for dinner. Unfortunately things happen was not really according to the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Its sad...so sad...its a sad sad situationnn..." (I was singing, okay lets get back to our story today). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before PTAR I went to cafe to buy some kuih. I ate the kuih but then I forgot to drink.bila dah study about 2 hour and a half barulah terpikir untuk meneguk air mineral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setelah minum, dgn tidak disangka-sangka saya tersedu. Lucky me the first one tidak mengeluarkan bunyi. Second sedu, oopss bunyi sikit but I don't think people could hear that. But the third one..shit berbunyi and that one sure kuat sampai yazid tiba-tiba mendongak lalu memandang saya dgn pandangan yg sort of mcm... "ko apehal ni?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That sedu won't stop. I pack my things and without hesitation I went back home on 1.10 pm. Quite early isn't it? And the reason is because SAYA TERSEDU &amp;amp; MALU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dalam kereta sedu puas-puas sebab tak ada siapa dgr. Oh and tipu Yazid balik awal sebab mengantok padahal sb sedu. heheh sorry la ahmad tak nak aku dikenali as "budak yg sedu kuat masa study kat PTAR tu". sb this is not the first time it happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TTYL.&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/5699799857018588771-4650278909366128626?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4650278909366128626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4650278909366128626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4650278909366128626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-8048346105431189561</id><published>2010-10-17T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:05:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying is caring.</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell my dear friend Sammy, if I get married one day, I will annoy my wife with certain things that will make her feel like wanna put me in the washing machine &amp;amp; spin it at the highest level (but I know deep inside she wouldn't do that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to hide her things so that she will struggle to search it in the whole house. I think hiding one of her shoes is enough. or maybe i can just take her car keys, &amp;amp; pretend like I never know a thing bout that. oh I'm very good at pretending,hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I was planning to do that? Because I just want to have a little fun. oh kejam pulak kan. IDK. I think its quite boring if you both wake up then go to work &amp;amp; then talk talk talk...then she'll blaming you for the reasons that you fall asleep while she was talking to you. Can I just say I do all this just because I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide your things, so that you'll ask me to help you, and I will be honored to show you my expertise in "finding things" area.at least we have something chaos happen in the morning &amp;amp; I think its fun if we do that together. Oh the other benefit is, you xdela blurr kan pagi-pagi tu. Did all of you notice that time bgn pagi tu blurrr kan, so if I did something like that you akn mcm "WAKE UP" dr keblurran tu. am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can just call your name many many many times in front of you without any reasons. Just say your name again, and again, and again, and again and again. Annoying kannn? Hahah. I don't know. I just like to say your name because I think you have a very beautiful name (excuses...:P), and I can just call your name all day long without bored. Pedulilah apa you nak ckp kan. Tapi if you baling botol sos mmg lari kuar laa.kihkih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you were cooking in the kitchen, I will never annoy you, because I'm afraid for the fact that there are lots of things in the kitchen which will help you to shut my weird behaviors I did to you, like ketok my head with senduk? and tak nak la turn off your mood time masak nanti semua tak sedap my perut tak kenyang. :( sedihhh. so i decided to help you in the kitchen. promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm talking about this, its actually just came across my mind. hahah. The idea to annoy your wife is brilliant actually, your bond will be strong. trust me. hmmmm. nantilah i try to apply this thing if i have a chance to met someone, someday and I'm gonna let you know the outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-8048346105431189561?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8048346105431189561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/annoying-is-caring_17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8048346105431189561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8048346105431189561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/annoying-is-caring_17.html' title='Annoying is caring.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2436852572863225440</id><published>2010-10-02T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:14:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresh</title><content type='html'>Quick Updates! Hurry up, I'm hungry, need to fill my empty stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I'm a big fan of Vampire Diaries right now, Elena Gilbert, she's hot. No doubt bout   that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Hell week alert! Test 2, presentations, &amp; quiz.2 more weeks then final exam week begin.weird thing is, I think I love this, I mean stay up late nights completing my assignments &amp; presentations, double test in a day, I think its gonna be a really cool week. hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Currently downloading Cruel Intentions (1999). I miss that movie, &amp; after my FAR test tomorrow I'm gonna watch it. Reese Witherspoon is really cute, but she cannot defeat the percentage level of hotness of Elena Gilbert. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.As at 1 October 2010, I'm still underweight. more effort pls Saifol Haroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I need to buy stationeries, like...right now. I cooked my blue pen &amp; it explodes. Need to buy a brand new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2436852572863225440?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2436852572863225440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/refresh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2436852572863225440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2436852572863225440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/10/refresh.html' title='Refresh'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-812752999299192386</id><published>2010-09-09T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:16:29.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Dtg Lagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TIfG03LkKVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SZhfCr4viKs/s1600/Kad-Raya-Ucapan-Raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TIfG03LkKVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SZhfCr4viKs/s400/Kad-Raya-Ucapan-Raya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514594880206416210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi saya tgk tv. Penyimpan Mohor Besar ckp lusa dah raya. so saya nak buat sepatah dua kata jgk. sb tiba-tiba saya rasa saya mcm nak ckp something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tau skrg kan trend org tag ramai-ramai nama kwn yg dia nk mintak maaf dkt gamba kad raya dkt facebook.I mcm teringin nak buat tp I malaslah nak membebankan kwn-kwn I dgn notifications bertimbun sb kwn-kwn yg lain komen jgk. so di sinilah tempatnya. tu pun klu org yg lain tu tau I ada blog. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kenapa saya ckp I U ni? X nak lah. Alrite, saya tau, saya manusia yg hina. Dipenuhi dosa bergelumang dgn kemaksiatan &amp; juga perbuatan yg menyinggung hati &amp; perasaan sehingga anda semua terguris lalu memendam rasa tidak suka kpd saya. saya sedar, siapalah diri ini. Masih hanyut mencari petunjuk membawa saya ke jalan yg benar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay kat atas ayat penyesalan. tanpa memanjang-manjangkan lagi isu ini actually nak memohon maaf kpd semua rakan-rakan sahabat-sahabat saudara mara sekalian. tanpa disedari ramadhan sudah sampai ke penghujungnya, &amp; syawal telah kunjung tiba. so saya menyusun jari memohon ampun dan maaf atas segala keterlanjuran kata-kata mahu pun  perbuatan yg menyinggung perasaan. sorry dory strawberry okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pasti ya amat semua itu tidak disengajakan. mengapa perlu mencari musuh sedangkan kita semua umat Islam bersaudara? hehe. kutiplah duit raya selagi mampu, kerana tidak selamanya kita layak menerima,sampai suatu masa kita pulalah yg memberi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAM AIDILFITRI, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN. IKHLAS DARI HATI YG SUCI, cewah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-812752999299192386?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/812752999299192386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-dtg-lagi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/812752999299192386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/812752999299192386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-dtg-lagi.html' title='Raya Dtg Lagi!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TIfG03LkKVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SZhfCr4viKs/s72-c/Kad-Raya-Ucapan-Raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1495200948284058271</id><published>2010-08-27T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:17:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or Later It Will Come.</title><content type='html'>Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from OU with Syakir &amp; Umar, window shopping for raya.Tapi sebenarnya pagi tadi tak bangun sahur sebab tido lambat. sampai kat OU banyak gerai jual makanan, ada org jual rendang tok, lepas tu disusuli dgn bau bahulu yg dimasak panas-panas kat situ. Lps tu byk advertisement makanan memang menguji keimanan. selisih dgn chinese girls kat escalator sambil minum starbucks. aiyoyo.sebenarnya saya nak roti nan tapi tak dpt sb tak bgn sahur kan pagi td. sabar je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about my future. It started when my house-mates were busy struggling with their application to do their practical training.Tiba-tiba baru sedar, kita dah nak habis degree.yeah I know we all have about one more year to go, but don't you think that one year is coming too soon? Ditambah dgn some of my friends yg study abroad already came back and they already have a job. some of them already have plans what to do with their life.and here i am.still trying to figure out.what will i do for living.am i ready for the world out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard for me to believe that soon we guys need to leave this house,rumah yg disewa since semester 3. section 19.this is ridiculous but i think for me to let go of this house is something hard for me to do. This house witnessed our changes. i remember when it was my first time i got here, masa tu tak kenal rapat sgt dgn semua org. but now, they are all part of my life. bgn pagi-pagi breakfast, sahur, berbuka sekali, mkn petang kat kedai 'payung biru' sama-sama for every single day. then dgn arguments &amp; conflict tiap hari lawan cakap sesama sendiri, bahan membahan. we all have so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life dekat menara. yeah i know tiap hari merungut dgn parking &amp; lift tapi now i realize that, someday it will be the thing that i missed the most. then jumpa dgn kawan-kawan kat tgh jalan on the way nak pegi cafe when the lecturer bagi break 5 minutes. Next sem korang practical training, tu dah rasa dah bahang macam mana sedihnya bila aku part 8 tak dpt jumpa korg lagi macam tu kat fac sb korang dah habes &amp; kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to do any of these 3 things. My future, to let go of this house &amp; neither the routines that we have now. I'm not ready to grow up this fast. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it but I guess I need to be prepare for it. &amp; the time is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1495200948284058271?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1495200948284058271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/sooner-or-later-it-will-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1495200948284058271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1495200948284058271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/sooner-or-later-it-will-come.html' title='Sooner or Later It Will Come.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1213544524731591356</id><published>2010-08-18T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:08:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Level 10 Toilet Mystery</title><content type='html'>Hi. Lets start with this. Hari ni saya dtg kelas awal.7.30 dah sampai. Bila masuk kelas x ada org sampai lagi.lps tu rs nk buang air kecil (bahasa sopan) so saya pergi toilet. memandangkn toilet level 11 bkn laki punya, jadi saya pergi toilet kat level 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10 tgh under construction.creepy gila.gelap tak ada lampu. tapi toilet kat situ boleh guna. dlm hati mmg agak chuak, tapi saya tak suka tahan-tahan.so saya pun masuk jah toilet kat situ dgn penuh keberanian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet no. 1 &amp; 2 pintu tertutup.so saya masuk toilet no. 3. alhamdulillah bersih. masa dlm toilet tu,tiba-tiba saya terdengar bunyi.bunyi suara org mcm org tgh menjalankan pelaburan.okay saya mcm rs tak perlu la dia nak keluarkan bunyi tu. wlaupun tak kuat sekadar bisikan, tapi saya still dgr.saya pulak rasa malu dgn tindakannya mengeluarkan bunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp yg pelik,bunyi tu tak berhenti lagi.cukuplaa sikit-sikit kan.takkan lah ada org buat project dlm tu.tp outcome last ni tak bole blah, tiba-tiba saya rs dlm tu bukan org.saya rasa yg dlm tu hantu.eh wait!kan skrg bulan puasa.-.-"malangnya saya tak mampu mempositifkan otak.jantung berdegup kencang. sb saya sorg saya chuak, cpt2 saya setelkan urusan saya &amp; berlalu pergi slow2. saya jln jinjat kaki sb tak nak bg dia dengar bunyi tapak kaki saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keluar jah dari toilet terus saya lari naik tangga nak naik level 11. tp lagi 5 anak tangga nak sampai level 11,saya dgr pintu toilet level 10 td ditolak.fuh,hati rasa lega sikit maybe dia tu manusia.so saya menyorok tepi tangga,nk tgk muka sapa ni yg membuat pelaburan sampai berbunyi2 tu,saya bukan nak ejek dia atau bahan dia tp saya curios.nak tgk muka ja pun thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tunggu punya tunggu tak nmpk2 pun.tiba2 rs alamak hantu ke dia keluar tolak pintu dgr bunyi tp tak nampak?! shit shit shit lalu saya berlari kencang masuk kls balik. fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i wonder siapakah or apakah makhluk dlm toilet tu?&lt;br /&gt;its a mystery. yg pasti saya tak nk pergi toilet level 10 dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1213544524731591356?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1213544524731591356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/level-10-toilet-mystery.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1213544524731591356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1213544524731591356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/level-10-toilet-mystery.html' title='The Level 10 Toilet Mystery'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3996360775312766377</id><published>2010-08-14T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:37:58.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Homework Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i hope you know, i hope you know,&lt;br /&gt;that this is nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;its personal, myself and i&lt;br /&gt;we've got some straightening up to do&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just killed an ant, &amp; i'm so sorry i just felt annoyed when i saw it on my laptop while i'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;i love the part there, in fergie's song big girls don't cry. the song of course it is for girls only but the few sentences there can be used by anybody. and i'm using it, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of homeworks, and i'm worried. yet i'm not feel the rajinness to do a homework right now. i'm tired, i'm having a flu, and i'm still angry of myself because the fried rice i ate masa sahur x sedap langsung. i made a mistake of choosing my food for sahur. it has spoiled my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to make it up,to balance things up, i need to compensate myself to do something that can make me happy instead of thinking craving for what to eat and dlm hati mula rasa menyesal whylah tak mkn bg habis makanan masa x puasa dulu. now you cannot eat during the day.hahah. i want to watch a movie. i dont want to do a homework right now. because today is the "hate homework day" for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3996360775312766377?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3996360775312766377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-homework-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3996360775312766377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3996360775312766377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-homework-day.html' title='Hate Homework Day.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7870270698195156910</id><published>2010-08-04T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:25:25.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Bukan Post Emo.</title><content type='html'>When you try your best but you don't succeed (Checked,)&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need (tak tau nk ckp tak penah rasa lagi)&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't asleep(ni jadi semalam,tp bkn smlm ja.byk kali dh)&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse. &lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face(last time menangis masa cuti,don't ask me why)&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something that you can't replace (belum jadi lagi,sb setakat ni yg hilang boleh aja diganti lagi)&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone then it goes a waste(-.-")&lt;br /&gt;COULD IT BE WORST???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quiz today, on Finance (MAF). Its awful. Yes maybe I should let go of that because it already happen, but yet, no. I'm not. I was ready to write something on the empty paper but after I read the question my brain couldn't find the answer. BLANK. My brain was BLANK. My answer sheet BLANK. I felt stupid. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only a quiz. Maybe I'm a little bit carried away by what happened, but since then, I was thinking, what am I good at? I mean I'm 21 years old, shouldn't I be good at something? Something useful, something that is REAL KNOWLEDGE? I'm not freaking out. Its just that I have a lot in my mind right now. I messed up. Screw me. And now keep on blaming myself because I didn't know what else to do. I'm not a richie wealthy good looking cool mr hot stuff guy who drive a sports car to class, and I'm also not a sort of pelajar cemerlang type who sponsored by a scholar. I'm not even good at any sports. I'm not good in remembering things too. Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Its only a quiz, but look where it took me. Now I'm like comparing myself with what they other people have. But at one point I begin to think, its not good to keep on complaining. Yes, I don't have lots of money, I'm still struggling to be excellent in my studies, and judging from the quiz that I couldn't answer, I felt like I'm wasting everything. My family's hope, my parents money. When they gave you a car it should be better, better results, better achievement. But look at me, I'm getting nowhere. I felt guilty to mama &amp; abah. I'm so sorry. T_T. Dah la x kaya lps tu x pandai. It breaks my heart you know. Nangis lagi. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop complaining about what I didn't have, and starts appreciate more on what I have. I shall put more effort, I believe there is hikmah on everything that happens. Who knows, from all bad things happen, maybe it will lead a way for good things to come, someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mama &amp; abah, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, &amp; I MISS YOU.....:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7870270698195156910?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7870270698195156910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/ini-bukan-post-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7870270698195156910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7870270698195156910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/ini-bukan-post-emo.html' title='Ini Bukan Post Emo.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5734036315276499145</id><published>2010-08-02T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:31:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better.</title><content type='html'>I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not my nature untuk mengadu mengada pasal my sickness. I'm not kinda of manja. Tapi honestly saya berasa ragu-ragu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had breakfast with my housemates at 7am. I ate nasi lemak, the other did too. Semua mkn nasi lemak. Tapi perut okay lagi. Tak rasa apa2. Then I had my lunch kt McD. Then after that bila sampai aja rumah terus perut sakit gilaaa nk mati. Rasa mcm perut dipulas-pulas. After 4 times masuk toilet, then muntah-muntah non stop. Its euw kan, okay whatever it is I'm warning you please don't read my status kat fb yg "very very sick, very very euw". Seriously all of you mmg x bole mkn after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the clinic, the doctor mcm main-main. Bole plak gelak-gelak. Okay maybe because of me gelak-gelak jugak at that time pasal my perut yg gila x tentu pasal tu. The doctor said "Oh ini takda apa2 aaa, I bg u ubat gastrik saja maaa. sama itu ubat angin &amp; muntah." Bole pulak kata takda apa???!!! Aku punya letih dehydration tahap maksima. Dgn muka x puas hati tanya lagi, "Habis tu klu takda apa2 ni sebab apa sakit?" The doctor said "Its bacteria". Sambil senyum pulak tu. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang rasa pening. Tak faham salah McD ke, salah nasi lemak? or salah diri sendiri? Sebab mmg x puas hati. Rasa mcm nk salahkan org tapi x tau siapa. Mak cik jual nasi lemak or McD? Doctor tu pun, main-main pulak. Serious la sikit. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever reasons pun, biarla. Benda dah jadi. I'm okay now. Feeling much better. Perut dah okay. Selera mkn pun dah kembali mengganas. Oh I need to prepare for my quizzes tomorrow, AIS &amp; TAX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klu x cukup time, salah Modul sb buat hari Sabtu. I hate modul. Ni semua salah modul! Haha tiba-tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5734036315276499145?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5734036315276499145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/much-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5734036315276499145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5734036315276499145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/much-better.html' title='Much Better.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2253160557233297170</id><published>2010-07-30T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:08:37.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is short, so live it to the fullest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through a phase, &amp; today I realizes that I'm done with it. Its so hard to believe that finally it has the ending. I updated the playlists, some of it for a new start, &amp; some of it maybe from the pasts which I prefer to not to look back. Its a learning process. And I love every minute of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new day, lets hope for a better day. Oh shit, it starts with a module. Damnnnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2253160557233297170?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2253160557233297170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-short-so-live-it-to-fullest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2253160557233297170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2253160557233297170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-short-so-live-it-to-fullest.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3693187779883827647</id><published>2010-07-27T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:25:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee.</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether it is a good thing or not, but I think it is your fault:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TE6kUjVFBLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/eo14S4RXA_0/s1600/Picture0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TE6kUjVFBLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/eo14S4RXA_0/s400/Picture0151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498512868053943474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba- tiba masuk kelas AIS jadi hyper &amp; bersemangat angkat tgn nak menjawab soalan padahal dulu seboleh-boleh nak mengelak. Jadi energetic felt mcm nak ketawa berdekah-dekah &amp; menjerit at the same time. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time kalau nak bersemangat dlm kelas, coffee can help. Thank you for making me more hyper than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3693187779883827647?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3693187779883827647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3693187779883827647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3693187779883827647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee.html' title='Coffee.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TE6kUjVFBLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/eo14S4RXA_0/s72-c/Picture0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4199214025197289783</id><published>2010-07-26T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:13:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish It Was Sunday.</title><content type='html'>While I'm writing this, my bedroom dipenuhi bau sambal belacan ditumis. Busuk. Buat rasa nak marah nak cakar muka semua org. Tulah, nasib duduk bilik belakang, tp rela bau belacan dr duduk bilik berbahang panas. Tak mau panas. Saya putera lilin. pffttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan saya tau sgt hari isnin sumpah manic hari paling menyampah sb semua benda annoying jadi hari isnin. tak tipu. mmg la hari lain manic jgk sikit2 tp monday dia punya manic x kan habis selagi tak pukul 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So untuk mengurangkan risiko manic monday, saya bgn pukul 5.30am. awal kan? oh saya tdo before 10pm mlm td after buat assignment terus terlentang kaki masuk bwh meja jepun.&lt;br /&gt;bila bgn gulung-guling sedap gila hujan sejuuukkk ala-ala genting highlands. suboh on time woouhhh okay tak baik riak.-.-" gerak ke kls pukul 7 sb nak avoid jam. managed to arrived at uitm around 7.30. terus terjah cafe lapar mcm nak makan semua makanan.&lt;br /&gt;lps tu dpt msg kelas cancel. mcm nak marah tak? lps tu lif tiga2 rosak. mcm nak sepak laju2 tak? lps tu air cond kls pun rosak, mcm nak gigit tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lampu tak ada its fine but air cond tak ada mmg havoc. dlm kls nak angkat tgn tinggi2 pun malu takot ketiak busuk. euw. lps tu ada quiz FAR lg. yahhh terbaekkk. mmg full mark laa sgt kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi paling best mkn kenyang. hentam lontong dgn chicken ham sandwich. hamik kau. dah la pagi kyg nasi lemak.hihi. tak tau laa nafsu mkn menjadi-jadi since semalam. takpelah janji bertambah tinggi. kahkahkah. lame!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate muffin just now. lapar lagi. jom makan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4199214025197289783?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4199214025197289783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-it-was-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4199214025197289783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4199214025197289783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-it-was-sunday.html' title='I Wish It Was Sunday.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4382740481033130469</id><published>2010-07-23T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:43:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was an accident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TEhziUXddjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BxJQkCt-8co/s1600/41FW2M9hHoL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TEhziUXddjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BxJQkCt-8co/s400/41FW2M9hHoL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770378625545778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a reader. but i guess you're special. you should thank fali &amp; sammy, because its been a year i do not enter a bookstore. and today i found you, my first novel at the age 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bad choice for a beginner isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4382740481033130469?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4382740481033130469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-was-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4382740481033130469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4382740481033130469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-was-accident.html' title='It was an accident.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TEhziUXddjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BxJQkCt-8co/s72-c/41FW2M9hHoL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3771682305713459197</id><published>2010-07-21T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:24:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pasts can't be change, future can be create"</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;Finally today I got time, ideas &amp; words to write something here since quite a long time I'm off from blogging. The main reasons is because of the time of course. My class timetable this semester is weird. By weird I mean kinda not "munasabah" since kekosongan yg sememangnya tak sesuai, kaki tidak mampu melangkah jauh selain cafe &amp; surau (Cewah sejak ada surau baru kan rajin tak terkata). Paling tak memberangsangkan is having French class after sembahyang Jumaat? "Excusez moi?!" Dah tak boleh lepak kedai kopi minum petang dgn uncle imam kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, idk why laa but all my lecturers this semester ala garang &amp; everyday want to make quizzes. Yes seriously. You have no idea hati tak senang duduk memikirkan when you got back home you cannot baring-baring main restaurant city dah. -.-" oh they didn't tell when they wanted to do the quiz so lagilah tak senang duduk sampai satu tahap skrg balik mmg klu tak pegang buku rasa berdosa. dulu tak pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh that doesn't mean i'm rajin sb at the end of the day tak baca sgt pun, why? sb fall asleep. haha. i'm so sorry it takes time for me untuk memulakan hidup baru untuk PREP waktu malam seperti dulu. so in another word i'm still dalam tempoh percubaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is I'm getting taller this semester! no tak tipu okay mereka yg cakap bkn syok sendiri tau. SAM notice my tinggi is dah nak sama dayah when we was walking together otw nak pergi kereta after kls last week. siapa kata dah terbantut hah? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks for all the birthday wishes percaya atau tidak saya sudah 21 tahun... &amp; still getting taller.muahahaha. rs mcm nk boldkan ayat tu tp tak perlulah kan, fhm2 sendiri. one of the best wishes is frm my warden kat hostel dulu. he posts to my wall "saifol will always be saifol, don't you dare to change into someonelse". during the holidays ada terfikir. 21, and for me is a big number. everything is getting bigger &amp; the challenges is getting tougher. (i'm not sure "tougher" is the right word).i decided that let the numbers change but i'm still stay the same, and I'm trying to be better and better this time. aminnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tajuk di atas bermakna moving forward terima kasih.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3771682305713459197?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3771682305713459197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/pasts-cant-be-change-future-can-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3771682305713459197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3771682305713459197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/pasts-cant-be-change-future-can-be.html' title='&quot;Pasts can&apos;t be change, future can be create&quot;'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-8006801151026222689</id><published>2010-07-07T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:43:08.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird &amp; Eggs</title><content type='html'>"One bird in a hand is better than two birds in the bush". Lps tu ada lagi satu, &lt;br /&gt;"Don't put all eggs in one basket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula masa dengar mmg tak tipu otak kuning tiba-tiba kan time MAF masuk habis isu burung-burung &amp; telur ni tapi unik, sb perumpamaan tu sgt menarik sampai jatuh hati dgn kelas MAF. haha. jatuh hati dgn KELAS, bkn dgn SUBJEK lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps ni bole ulang byk kali buat ucapan motivasi di kala duka. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-8006801151026222689?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8006801151026222689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/bird-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8006801151026222689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8006801151026222689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/bird-eggs.html' title='Bird &amp; Eggs'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-654038829345618710</id><published>2010-07-02T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:24:55.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletproof</title><content type='html'>saya di shah alam already. ya saya memang seorang yg bersemangat. saya kental, tidak gentar walaupun menggeletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa tersipu-sipu bila tgk tv dgn kanak-kanak yg ramai lps tu tiba-tiba keluar iklan krim payudara. byk sgt brand and iklan tu pulak non-stop everytime ja ada bila commercial break. i'm fine tapi bila memandang muka budak-budak yg agak terpinga-pinga tu rasa tak sampai hati. its true. i think right now iklan tu makin menjadi-jadi. ayat-ayat dia menggelikan telinga one example is " ...lembik, kendur???" astagfirullahalzim.&lt;br /&gt;its just a thought. i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing. not from a frog into prince charming because for me, a good heart is rare to find. i'm doing just fine as a frog and this time, all i wanna do is just to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a bulletproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-654038829345618710?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/654038829345618710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/bulletproof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/654038829345618710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/654038829345618710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/bulletproof.html' title='bulletproof'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2529787445982791946</id><published>2010-06-21T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:00:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHEM.</title><content type='html'>Dah check result. Its not important anyway as long as berada di tahap yg selamat.&lt;br /&gt;Better do better next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lupa nak say HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is sounds weird but I think I can't wait to start my new semester. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi still, rasa berat hati nak angkat my ass from the couch &amp; rasa x sanggup nak melepaskan remote tv dari tgn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam-azam baru dah berlegar dalam otak.hehe, yes I do my list every semester. rasanya yg semangat lebih sebab ada bestfriend lama duduk sekali kot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY HIGH. nak lari laju-laju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2529787445982791946?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2529787445982791946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/ehem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2529787445982791946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2529787445982791946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/ehem.html' title='EHEM.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6519531406384349314</id><published>2010-06-14T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:26:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aku penat mengantuk &amp; letih. Paling geram nak check result ada aja masalah. Semua org dah check tp aku aja blum. Bila aku dah ada wireless ko close for maintenance pulak. Apsal, server lps pukul 12 mlm terus masuk selimut tido ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat aku melayan kau.  Yes I'm so sure its a bad sign. Oh God please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6519531406384349314?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6519531406384349314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/aku-penat-mengantuk-letih.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6519531406384349314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6519531406384349314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/aku-penat-mengantuk-letih.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2840517343693512512</id><published>2010-06-11T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:05:36.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;Sidang Jumaat sekalian, alhamdulillah bertemu lagi kita pada hari ini di ruangan istimewa sempena hari Jumaat ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertamanya, adalah ingin digambarkan betapa gembiranya hati saya apabila Student Portal UiTM masih dilaporkan sesak &amp; tidak boleh dibuka akibat keseronokan &amp; keterujaan pelajar-pelajar untuk menyaksikan keputusan cemerlang masing-masing. Tidak dinafikan terdapat sesetengahnya terlampau obses dgn result mereka sehingga tidak mahu log out dari student portal &amp; masih lagi merenung result dari pukul 12 tgh hari semalam. Syukur. kerana saya mempunyai alasan untuk tidak check result saya sendiri.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keduanya, saya berasa beruntung kerana dapat menyaksikan upacara akad nikah berkali-kali sepanjang cuti kali ini. Mengapa? Kerana saya dalam proses mengumpul past year soalan-soalan yg bakal ditanya oleh tok kadi kepada pengantin lelaki sebelum proses akad nikah bermula. Ini boleh mengelakkan saya dari terdiam dgn mata terbeliak apabila tidak mampu menjawab soalan kadi dgn mata semua sanak saudara &amp; my darling bakal isteri merenung saya dgn pandangan penuh rasa hampeh. Oh tak, muka diorg mcm "Tok Kadi! Saya tau, biar saya jawabkn!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, I miss you. Yes you. Kalaulah awak umpama pampers baby dry, kan senang. sebab boleh pakai buang. tp awak umpama slurpee yg diminum di hari panas. menaikkan ash shahwaa &amp; nak lagi nak lagi. Mcm lagu Ke$ha "because your love your love your love is my drug!"&lt;br /&gt;SCARY?&lt;br /&gt;klu jumpa pontianak sebelah katil kau tgh malam &amp; dr baca benda kat atas tu, mana lagi scary? HAHA. Yes I am scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2840517343693512512?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2840517343693512512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2840517343693512512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2840517343693512512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/haha.html' title='HAHA.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7819971700217050453</id><published>2010-06-06T14:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:45:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since the last time I updated my blog  and now here I am for the first time sitting in my bedroom in Sungai Petani Kedah. I must say finally I can continue my career as a stalker even though in holidays. I'm joking. oh come on you guys already knew it. so yes, what more can I say I'm just a person with a lot of curiosity to know about things that happens around me. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life updates. I am happy being home again. The best part is since I'm doing my degree, I don't have to do intersession and I can enjoy the almost two months holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have graduated &amp; got my diploma too! Later I will put some pictures and introduce you my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed the blog layouts to white. Empty. This is as the symbolic of what I had in my mind. EMPTY. Its a holiday dude! I'm feeling free although me &amp; my mother didn't plan anything for this holiday. I'm just sitting at home watching Kimora Life In The Fab Lane &amp; helping kids at home with their studies. Oh my mother has taking care of them since they were 2 months, so they just like my brother &amp; sisters to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping my mother with her new passion which is selling Baju Kurung &amp; Modern Kurung. Size available from "S" to "XL". The maximum price is RM100, you can choose whether to pay full of the price or hutang. We also have many kinds of tudung such as Tudung Syria, &amp; Tudung Siti Nurhaliza. For the upcoming Raya, we also selling the kuih raya and for this year, we only sell two types of kuih which is Samprit &amp; Sarang Semut since both menerima byk tempahan. I will bring the sample to Shah Alam this July Insyaallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised to you earlier here are some pictures taken during my convocation on 27th May 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtROr-HckI/AAAAAAAAATk/zb4eMT6wHTY/s1600/29686_396592058299_639048299_4209131_1633551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtROr-HckI/AAAAAAAAATk/zb4eMT6wHTY/s400/29686_396592058299_639048299_4209131_1633551_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479562684389618242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my mama &amp; abah.I like it even its kinda blur but I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtPhgjpgDI/AAAAAAAAATU/M-XgUFJ84dg/s1600/29686_396593758299_639048299_4209268_3503131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtPhgjpgDI/AAAAAAAAATU/M-XgUFJ84dg/s400/29686_396593758299_639048299_4209268_3503131_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479560808720072754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me &amp; Fali Liyana Ashelu throwing our hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtRieBBgSI/AAAAAAAAATs/qX9Hod2U_ac/s1600/29686_396594438299_639048299_4209291_5002275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtRieBBgSI/AAAAAAAAATs/qX9Hod2U_ac/s400/29686_396594438299_639048299_4209291_5002275_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479563024241099042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me said: " I'm tired, goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to all friends that came on that day, Ahmad Yazid, Laizer, Tiffan, Harith, Azfar, Haziq, Nabihan, Umar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7819971700217050453?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7819971700217050453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/gotcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7819971700217050453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7819971700217050453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TAtROr-HckI/AAAAAAAAATk/zb4eMT6wHTY/s72-c/29686_396592058299_639048299_4209131_1633551_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4275476380767359121</id><published>2010-05-24T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:37:20.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do</title><content type='html'>I need to watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S_nzoPE9deI/AAAAAAAAASU/5NAaBEYoUmo/s1600/shrek_forever_after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S_nzoPE9deI/AAAAAAAAASU/5NAaBEYoUmo/s400/shrek_forever_after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474674694613202402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S_n0G-C5diI/AAAAAAAAASc/hfP47UxWZpE/s1600/jake-gyllenhaal-prince-of-persia-movie-poster_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S_n0G-C5diI/AAAAAAAAASc/hfP47UxWZpE/s400/jake-gyllenhaal-prince-of-persia-movie-poster_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474675222617093666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to do some shopping. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4275476380767359121?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4275476380767359121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4275476380767359121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4275476380767359121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-to-do.html' title='Things To Do'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S_nzoPE9deI/AAAAAAAAASU/5NAaBEYoUmo/s72-c/shrek_forever_after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-827610682833957970</id><published>2010-05-24T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:48:16.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up On You</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah I am feeling well, &amp; thanks to God I still have the strength to stand &amp; going through everything that I had been going through. I have lots of cuts &amp; bruises, and some of them already healed, &amp; while some still taking time, I just don't have the answer why it needs more time than the others. Perhaps it is trying to teach me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can feel my heart is beating in my chest because of many reasons. One of it is because I'm counting my days, its not a big one but since its gonna be my first time so I'm kinda excited &amp; sorta terrified something may hit the hyper times of mine that I'm feeling right now. It already happens, but you see, I have sacrifice so many good times because of this &amp; thats why today, I'm writing this to tell you I'm not gonna let it steal my good times again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if the person find this page he will read this, &amp; when I found you on facebook yesterday I knew God is giving me the signs. He keeps giving me that signs &amp; I used to lose my control on it, but no, not this time.pls. To spare you a space in my heart just to hate you is not worth it. to be angry with you is just a waste of my time.my heart is not for hatred, it is only enable for the functions to love, &amp; to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already give all of me to save this situation, I tried the good ways as well as the bad ways, but it seems you never get it. I'm sorry if we had to get to know each other like this, I think if you not do things that I wish you never did it in the first place,we are gonna be a good friends. because it is not my nature to hate people suka-suka hati without giving a one shot to myself to try to not hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Allah knows when both of you are gonna stop doing this. Only Allah knows when my heart will be opened to forgive you. I'm not a psycho, I'm just an ordinary person who don't like people do the things that I don't like to me. I leave it to God to decide whats the best, but until then, please.you know what you did.&amp; you know what you have to do to make it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-827610682833957970?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/827610682833957970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving-up-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/827610682833957970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/827610682833957970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving-up-on-you.html' title='Giving Up On You'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5484969007459364172</id><published>2010-05-04T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:08:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aktiviti Baru 6.30 ptg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2F467-d3cGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2F467-d3cGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakty: " Epul, ko tgk tak cerita Adamaya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me   : " Taaakkk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakty: "Heee tak best ah ko ni!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kakty and housemates yg tetiba mata melekat dpn TV pukul 6.30 ptg. Pelik. Sejak bila diorg layan TV3 ptg2 ni? Paling terkejut jgk la, Jasmin Anis semangat put on twitter " Dah dpt husband hensem kayaa &amp; baik hatiii apa lagi ko nak? Haih cerita Melayu." (Okay I couldn't remember the exact sentence but mmg bunyi dia mcm ni lah)&lt;br /&gt;Haha I coudn't agree with you more Min!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, cerita ni best sgt. I'm now officially addicted to Adamaya, tak sabar nak download semua episodes bila dah habis nanti sebab tak tgk dr awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5484969007459364172?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5484969007459364172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/aktiviti-baru-630-ptg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5484969007459364172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5484969007459364172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/aktiviti-baru-630-ptg.html' title='Aktiviti Baru 6.30 ptg.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4861447693242692087</id><published>2010-05-02T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:05:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.E.M.A.M.</title><content type='html'>Saya demam...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lusa ada paper MAF &amp; klu dah demam mcm mana nak study?&lt;br /&gt;Sediiihhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua salah DSB, bukak air cond tahap peti sejuk nak simpan daging lembu. Terketar- ketar tgn jwb MGT. Bila dah sejuk sgt hotak pun dah brain-freeze x igt dah apa dah baca. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps tu mata meliar-liar, dah kalah mata keranjang, sb nak tau jawapan. &lt;br /&gt;Biarlah tapi skg MAF mcm mana???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEnmWqifRoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEnmWqifRoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Org lain after habes degree nak sambung ACCA saya nak sambung main piano bagi terer.  This song punya background music macam menusuk kalbu sikit. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4861447693242692087?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4861447693242692087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/demam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4861447693242692087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4861447693242692087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/05/demam.html' title='D.E.M.A.M.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6940227447864285387</id><published>2010-04-30T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:17:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Dream Yet Another Dream.</title><content type='html'>Terjumpa dlm playlist lama. Paling favourite masa Form 3. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifwCl3G1gNY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifwCl3G1gNY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6940227447864285387?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6940227447864285387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-dream-yet-another-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6940227447864285387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6940227447864285387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-dream-yet-another-dream.html' title='Can&apos;t Dream Yet Another Dream.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-247216749174801320</id><published>2010-04-30T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:24:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Coloring Book.</title><content type='html'>I miss drawing &amp; painting.&lt;br /&gt;I miss entering coloring competition.&lt;br /&gt;I miss putting my own drawing on my bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding crayons and watercolor brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9mvXTQivLI/AAAAAAAAASM/V6DOltYCWbU/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9mvXTQivLI/AAAAAAAAASM/V6DOltYCWbU/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465592437632318642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this house. The design is like the painting in storybooks. The different is, it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-247216749174801320?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/247216749174801320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-coloring-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/247216749174801320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/247216749174801320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-coloring-book.html' title='I Need A Coloring Book.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9mvXTQivLI/AAAAAAAAASM/V6DOltYCWbU/s72-c/DSC_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4131585610870610156</id><published>2010-04-28T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:22:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Kala Malam Bulan Mengambang.</title><content type='html'>While I'm writing this, out there the moon is full, so beautiful and the stars shining so bright, I wish I could just find some place that I can just lay down and stare at the skies, I wish I can have a picnic and listening to my favorite song and just lay down there and watch the moon and the stars, because looking at them make me suddenly happy, and all the burdens on my shoulder just go away...I don't know why but its been so long that I haven't see such a beautiful night like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 28th April 2010, and I have 3 papers more to go, Organizational Behavior on this upcoming Sunday, Management Accounting on Tuesday, &amp; the last paper Public Sector Accounting on Thursday. A week gap that I'm having right now is not a HOLIDAY GAP where I can just smiling by myself watching gossipgirls &amp; then take a break for short twittering then continue with several movies &amp; stay up late for "mengeteh" and online until I fall asleep in front of my lappy and lastly wake up at like 11am, and look, several miss calls from mama or abah pastu nanti call balik " Tu diaaa aih hangggg, awat baru bangkit kaaa??? " Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to finish all the papers, and then enjoying the time, we already got plans, oh I take part in " A Day at Zoo Negara", tak sabar nak basuh bontot gajah and tampar pipi zirafah sb dengki dia tinggi sgt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting my days,...:) Bye nak tgk bulan sb x puas tgk lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4131585610870610156?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4131585610870610156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/di-kala-malam-bulan-mengambang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4131585610870610156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4131585610870610156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/di-kala-malam-bulan-mengambang.html' title='Di Kala Malam Bulan Mengambang.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7823536458957327534</id><published>2010-04-26T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:43:34.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For My Turn,</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9R-jvdLiLI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZMXdQq2dbaY/s1600/Downloads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9R-jvdLiLI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZMXdQq2dbaY/s400/Downloads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464131400406632626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JEALOUS AT BOTH OF YOUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7823536458957327534?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7823536458957327534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-my-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7823536458957327534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7823536458957327534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-my-turn.html' title='Waiting For My Turn,'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9R-jvdLiLI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZMXdQq2dbaY/s72-c/Downloads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1053979063960766853</id><published>2010-04-24T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:19:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wYyl3xxhkI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wYyl3xxhkI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhhhh dah lama tak tgk Toy Story! Watching this clip at least dpt menghilangkan kebosanan belajar pagi2 buta ni. Hahah padahal baru first time nak study FAR400 for this semester hah amek kau merangkak-rangkak buat published accounts &amp; cash flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9I4O_fPuoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Wdvcakcgt1A/s1600/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9I4O_fPuoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Wdvcakcgt1A/s400/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463491128165644930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tak boleh nak merepek banyak-banyak I have no much time left nak cover semua chapter yg gedabak punya banyak tah sampai bila lah nak hidup mcm ni. Hahah merungut pulak. Tgk wallpaper atas tuh. Heeee bye nak pegi belajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1053979063960766853?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1053979063960766853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1053979063960766853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1053979063960766853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S9I4O_fPuoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Wdvcakcgt1A/s72-c/wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1034951112518239348</id><published>2010-04-21T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:22:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect.</title><content type='html'>I think this song is the perfect one for me, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J7J_IWUhls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J7J_IWUhls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I saw my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;And curse at the wind&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart&lt;br /&gt;And I watched&lt;br /&gt;As he tried to reassemble it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my momma swore that&lt;br /&gt;She would never let herself forget&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day that I promised&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love&lt;br /&gt;If it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darling,&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That love never lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to find other ways&lt;br /&gt;To make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've always lived like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a comfortable, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had sworn to myself that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Content with loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Let go of what's in front of me here&lt;br /&gt;I know you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to believing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, And I'm on my way to believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1034951112518239348?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1034951112518239348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1034951112518239348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1034951112518239348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect.html' title='Perfect.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6038367129513459209</id><published>2010-04-18T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:51:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird Is Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to call for this feeling. But honestly I say I'm kinda uncomfortable with it. From these past two weeks I felt very lonely. I think I'm a loner, &amp; now I worried will I'm gonna end up like that? Alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I was happy for being a single guy because I said no relationships no problems, can do anything I wanted to without any personal restrictions, but now suddenly, the feeling is not good as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am surrounding by lovebirds. LIKE EVERYWHERE! At class, at home, is like God want to punish me for things that I said earlier masa awal taun MUSIM BREAKUP ari tu.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at PTAR, alone with books that I'll never fall in love with, and when I looked around, suma org berpasangan! Shit, why oh why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need friends, tapi if friends dah pegi dating then apa yg tinggal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, its nothing, just rasa left out. Haha. Goodluck &amp; I wish all of you the best. If all of you happy so do I. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6038367129513459209?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6038367129513459209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/bird-is-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6038367129513459209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6038367129513459209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/bird-is-everywhere.html' title='The Bird Is Everywhere!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5424496275507571916</id><published>2010-04-11T21:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:10:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Happy Ending Is The New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She the most prettiest firefly ever did glow,&lt;br /&gt; You know, I talk to Evangeline most every night,&lt;br /&gt; She kind of shy, don’t say much..&lt;br /&gt; And I know that in my heart,&lt;br /&gt; Someday we are going to be together..&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S8HSmpVoZkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_M7YD7gEJjM/s1600/The+Princess+And+The+Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S8HSmpVoZkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_M7YD7gEJjM/s400/The+Princess+And+The+Frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458875784723195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales...we all want one. It is a very very impossible for it to be happen in reality, but the joyful &amp; happy ending in it make us sooo inspired, plant hopes in our heart that someday our dream will came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need someone to share our dream, and I'm pretty sure, we will meet the right one someday. Maybe he/she is standing right in front of you now, but it takes time for you to open the blind sight of yours to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to dig a little deeper,&lt;br /&gt;Find out who you are,&lt;br /&gt;You got to dig a little deeper, &lt;br /&gt;It really aint that far, &lt;br /&gt;When you found  out who you are,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out what you need,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies &amp; sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;GUARANTEED!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON FOR TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;Be sure about the things that you need, not things that you want, because we don't wanna get what we want, then lose what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MOVIE MADE MY DAY. (I know its weird, but I think I wanna be that frog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5424496275507571916?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5424496275507571916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/each-happy-ending-is-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5424496275507571916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5424496275507571916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/each-happy-ending-is-new-beginning.html' title='Each Happy Ending Is The New Beginning'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S8HSmpVoZkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_M7YD7gEJjM/s72-c/The+Princess+And+The+Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5130880775038672070</id><published>2010-04-10T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:11:15.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pagi Tadi Ada Test.."</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, &amp; is not as fairytale as it supposed to be. Everyday, when I woke up, I always imagine what the day that I'm going to be through is gonna be, &amp; only after that I'll go for a bath &amp; whatsoever not I need to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have a hole in my heart and its getting bigger, and I don't know where the hell it came from, it just started to happen. I've tried my best pushing myself to fix it because like I said earlier, I imagine it will get better. I don't want to just let it be because I had this before, &amp; I don't want to make the same mistake again. To go with the flow is not always the right thing to do because sometimes when you go with the flow, then it will get worst, the bad vision that you had in your mind earlier will became real. Like it used to be before and I don't know when it will stop from happening, because although I have a strong heart, deeply inside it has the limit where I just like "Please, take it away because I just can't bear it pretend it like never existed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my family, mama especially. I really want to go home, sleep on my own bed and talk with her. Playing with kids kat rumah because being HOME means no PROBLEMS. All of this bad bad bad feelings will just go away. Your mother will always there for you, never ever reject you because she's really love you &amp; it is SINCERELY came from her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have lots and lots of work, &amp; hearing from mother this morning made me feel like its okay just ignore sb takdelah apa sgt pun kan. &lt;br /&gt;Now I want to watch movie, relax and tidooooooo sb all the test dah habis! Yeahhh. No worries. Tinggal final papers coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile and wave..TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5130880775038672070?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5130880775038672070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagi-tadi-ada-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5130880775038672070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5130880775038672070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagi-tadi-ada-test.html' title='&quot;Pagi Tadi Ada Test..&quot;'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6703836164292903659</id><published>2010-04-08T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:20:34.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyone's Changing, I Still The Same."</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah yesterday my BEL presentation went well, I guess. I don't really expect much since I'm not well prepared. This week is a hectic one, lots of work, lots of test, lots of things need to be cover up for studying. I'm happy when all of my classmates was really focus when I'm presenting on "HOW TO LIVE 100 YEARS". Sebab mcm unexpected. Thanks anyway. Really made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wTHjYcsdQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wTHjYcsdQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu The Corrs! The song pulak kena kan.hahah. Oh lagi satu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aM-63y_SPIs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aM-63y_SPIs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6703836164292903659?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6703836164292903659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyones-changing-i-still-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6703836164292903659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6703836164292903659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyones-changing-i-still-same.html' title='&quot;Everyone&apos;s Changing, I Still The Same.&quot;'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4237928635814414528</id><published>2010-04-06T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:22:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like You</title><content type='html'>I have no reasons why am I fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't describe the feeling when I'm with you, but honestly everytime when I'm thinking of you, I'm smiling too much and people around might think I'm crazy, but I just don't care. The moment you were in my head the world is like mine.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you made me so happy, its like you're the most beautiful thing I've ever see.&lt;br /&gt;You're my precious, I can dream about you all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows what it feels like if I could be with you, even me myself cannot imagine how it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say, because I can never say never to you. You're the best thing I could ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4237928635814414528?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4237928635814414528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-no-reasons-why-am-i-fall-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4237928635814414528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4237928635814414528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-no-reasons-why-am-i-fall-for-you.html' title='I Like You'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9062148933987311017</id><published>2010-04-05T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:27:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Billionaire!</title><content type='html'>Sedih.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tadi masa saya drive lalu jalan sempit kat depan rumah, (sebab jiran park kereta kiri kanan), ada pak cik nie jeling pastu mulut mengomel2 macam benci saya. Benci mcm tgk org muda "Heee budak2 skrg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pelik, sb saya slowkan kereta, bagi laluan lagi, kenapa pak cik kena tgk saya macam tu? Senyum angkat je tgn x boleh ke? At least saya xda laa kurang hajar nak laju2 sampai langgar kereta pak cik macam geng2 kereta rempit yg lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la awak tu tua dari saya, bkn sepatutnya org tua lebih tau pasal MANNERS ke dari org muda? Tau awak Mercedes, tapi awak tak pernah pikir ke someday saya pun bakal pakai jugak? hahah. So tapayah laa berlagak sgt kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka org drive Mini Cooper, sb diorg tak pernah kurang hajar dgn saya. ( setakat ni lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, saya dgr dalam kereta td. Memang tepat pada masanya. Someday I'm gonna have my dream car, tapi tak perlu pun untuk saya pandang jelek dkt pengguna jln raya yg lain. Apa yg Tuhan bagi, boleh diambil dalam sekelip mata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-Fv-MsxhWU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-Fv-MsxhWU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-9062148933987311017?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9062148933987311017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be-billionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9062148933987311017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9062148933987311017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be-billionaire.html' title='I Wanna Be A Billionaire!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5711256141643647807</id><published>2010-04-04T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:03:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Trees</title><content type='html'>Yesterday for the first time I watch Jennifer's Body &amp; I know its kinda too late for me because the movie has been released like a year. I never wanted to watch this movie because I thought the attraction is only Jennifer herself, performed by Megan Fox, and thats the reason why I'm not the one who die to line up at the TGV or GSC to buy the tickets. She's totally hot, but klu setakat nak buat pelaris movie buat apa kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7h2TQhrX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/kdsNqThW8eM/s1600/Jennifer%27s+Body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7h2TQhrX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/kdsNqThW8eM/s400/Jennifer%27s+Body.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456241021785169906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan bosan sgt semalam accidently tengok jgk. And suddenly I just like it. Bukan sebab Megan, dia x bukak apa sangat pun x nmpak apa pun.hahaha;p tapi sb soundtrack dia best!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari semalam dgr lagu ni aja.haha. Oh New Perspective from Panic! At The Disco also one of the great song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1riVmHVteY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1riVmHVteY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5711256141643647807?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5711256141643647807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-for-first-time-i-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5711256141643647807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5711256141643647807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-for-first-time-i-watch.html' title='Through The Trees'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7h2TQhrX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/kdsNqThW8eM/s72-c/Jennifer%27s+Body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2220582000293401529</id><published>2010-04-02T19:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:32:14.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twit Twit!</title><content type='html'>The time is so fast that now its already weekend right? You know that blogspot is like my diary, I pour my thoughts, my feelings &amp; my story. Facebook on the other hand is a place where I can reunite with all my friends, sharing status, and chatting. Skype is the place where I can make free calls without limits, making free tiger show dgn webcam (oopsss!) Hahah. Okay why I'm telling you all this? Haaa if you really wanna know let me tell you the story of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately about to take new steps forward, I felt bored with regular things I did everyday &amp; I just need something to make me feel fresh, new, or lets just say something that can break the silent mode of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking &amp; thinking &amp; thinking again,oh my! I just found out that I left something behind. Things that I should do to re branding myself. Therefore I came out with a few steps, to be include in the list of "Moving Forward List 2010", and this list is among the things that I need to do to improve myself. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7a1m6ilxVI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rf-5s17bbQM/s1600/twitter_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7a1m6ilxVI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rf-5s17bbQM/s400/twitter_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455747678759929170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop crapping actually I just want to tell you that I'm on twitter now! *BORING....* (Since all of you already have twitter) Me actually just started to twit yesterday, and I just taking a new step to move forward, experience something new I guess padahal takda lah new pun kan.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also have made my final decision to delete my MySpace &amp; Friendster account, since both tu mcm dah tak ada makna pun. Bukak setahun 2 kali je baik tapayah buat. So sorry to MySpace &amp; Friendster, I guess this is it, I tried so hard to like both of you but I guess I already found the better one to replace you. Although they said man can have four for the rest of their life but since I cannot be fair to both of you, I'm now divorcing both of you so that you can find your own way. Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2220582000293401529?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2220582000293401529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/twit-twit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2220582000293401529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2220582000293401529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/twit-twit.html' title='Twit Twit!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S7a1m6ilxVI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rf-5s17bbQM/s72-c/twitter_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6121310302351625943</id><published>2010-03-27T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:25:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zea0wZq-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uNH2-3arSFY/s1600/hot-to-train-your-dragon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zea0wZq-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uNH2-3arSFY/s400/hot-to-train-your-dragon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452977801258445794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zeiUkLJ1I/AAAAAAAAARU/WZqC4wp5rOg/s1600/howtotrainyourdragonhero2_806x453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zeiUkLJ1I/AAAAAAAAARU/WZqC4wp5rOg/s400/howtotrainyourdragonhero2_806x453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452977930056181586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh maiii goddd this movie sgt best! I think the relationship between the boy &amp; the dragon is adorable. Dragon comelsss!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha gedik pulak kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sumpah klu betol lah ada dragon macam tu betol-betol nak bela jadi pet mintak dia hantar pegi kls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zfsxMSjII/AAAAAAAAARc/NIKbRlPXa2E/s1600/338883_1262164185247_312_327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zfsxMSjII/AAAAAAAAARc/NIKbRlPXa2E/s400/338883_1262164185247_312_327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452979209050950786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhhhhh Toothless! U made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6121310302351625943?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6121310302351625943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6121310302351625943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6121310302351625943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S6zea0wZq-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uNH2-3arSFY/s72-c/hot-to-train-your-dragon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4832783954580522353</id><published>2010-03-24T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:51:12.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is alright.</title><content type='html'>I moved on &amp; I'm happy. Right now I just want to breathe. Enjoying this moment &amp; its time to tersenyum manisss sepanjang hari. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8cnIt5I-Mc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8cnIt5I-Mc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received call from Muya kt Skype.&lt;br /&gt;Doing okay with French expose.&lt;br /&gt;Discussion tonight doing MGT. &lt;br /&gt;FEEL SO RELIEVED.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Michelle Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4832783954580522353?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4832783954580522353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-is-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4832783954580522353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4832783954580522353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-is-alright.html' title='Everything is alright.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3985943722131937963</id><published>2010-03-21T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:00:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learned that sometimes I have the right to be mad, but that doesn't mean I can do cruel things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3985943722131937963?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3985943722131937963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-learned-thats-sometimes-i-have-right.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3985943722131937963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3985943722131937963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-learned-thats-sometimes-i-have-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-642582059414174352</id><published>2010-03-20T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:13:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa Selamat</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote this, actually perut tgh kenyang sgt. Sb baru balik dari kenduri doa selamat rumah jiran di Sec 19. Wow! First time me &amp; my housemates were invited to kenduri since all of us rented the house here for about 2 years? Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kenduri doa selamat dijemput oleh akak yg bukak kedai mkn tempat kitorg lunch hari2 tapi x penah jemu sebab the foods are delicious, murah harganya &amp; layanan pun mesraaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula2 sampai sangat malu &amp; segan. Tuan rumah pulak kat dapur. Tapi malu2 berani jugak masuk rumah, semangat nak baca Yaasin. ( Okay tipu sikit sebenarnya tak sabar nk tgk lauk) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu ada mak cik ni tanya:&lt;br /&gt;" Emmmmmm adik ni siapa tah? X ingat la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DAH MALUUUU! Rasa nak lari balik rumah tutup pintu duduk diam2 sampai pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend ckp:&lt;br /&gt;" Pelanggan tetap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. First time dgr jawapan macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nasib baik laa akak kedai makan tu kuar sambut kitorg, haih klu x mati ke-malu-an lah kat situ. Okay penantian berbaloi walaupun masa awal2 muka tebal gilaa tapi bila dah habis baca Yaasin semua alhamdulillah perot kenyanggg. I igt kitorg aja yg lapar rupanya pasukan surau pun bole tahan attack makanan. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah kenyang, mula lah mengantok. Bila dah mengantok??? Jomlah tido! Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-642582059414174352?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/642582059414174352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/doa-selamat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/642582059414174352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/642582059414174352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/doa-selamat.html' title='Doa Selamat'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1626724445540982502</id><published>2010-03-15T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:31:47.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!</title><content type='html'>Today was a fairytale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab apa? First, I was otw to class when suddenly I received text message from Fali that our PSA class has been cancelled! OMG truly heaven since I don't get enough sleep last night, MAF punya kls at 10 pun tak ada jadi hari ni satu kelas ja. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dah laa kls CRG mmg lagi laa sukaaa ( Suka2 pun mengantuk jugak, haih -_-") &amp; today Che Ah gave us the report on our performance last week. We got the BEST PERFORMANCE AWARD for the GaGa Bad Romance Song &amp; full mark on the assignment, which is 2%! Whoah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since class pun cancel, ditambah pulak dgn kemenangan anugerah Grammy yg Che Ah bg tu, so all of us went out for a celebration! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Subway as brunch, watching Alice In The Wonderland as the main event &amp; last desert at Carls Jr with giant! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufiq bawak kawan dia dua org tinggi gilaa sampai me &amp; Fali jalan jauh sikit takot kena pijak dgn diorg. Btw Alice sgt best, of course I adore Johny Depp punya talent but amazingly Helena Bonham Carter (The Red Queen) has caught my eyes! She was very funny dlm cerita tu as perempuan berkepala besar. Makan Subway buat I rasa sihat seolah2 macam I dah ikot piramid makanan sihat dari atas sampai bawah dgn tekun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Like I said, today was a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1626724445540982502?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1626724445540982502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1626724445540982502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1626724445540982502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebration.html' title='Celebration!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-8321487994084645599</id><published>2010-03-14T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:25:46.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5yOvSfOn7I/AAAAAAAAARE/SwWLKoaa_eA/s1600-h/Collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5yOvSfOn7I/AAAAAAAAARE/SwWLKoaa_eA/s400/Collage+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448386592279273394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken yesterday. Me, Fali &amp; Dayah agree that we need to do a study group every weekend as one of the plan to success with flying colours in our degree! Isn't that amazing? Hahah. Actually we were discussing our MAF &amp; PSA projects at McD. Since Dayah wanted to see those pictures therefor I decided to publish the pictures here instead of facebook because I just don't know which album I shall put the pictures. Thats all, ohh btw, I think I like hotcakes at McD more than Waffles at A&amp;W, and I think having breakfast at McD during the weekend is one of the cool stuffs I need to put on my list. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-8321487994084645599?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8321487994084645599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-weekends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8321487994084645599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/8321487994084645599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-weekends.html' title='Of The Weekends'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5yOvSfOn7I/AAAAAAAAARE/SwWLKoaa_eA/s72-c/Collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1361776739613594401</id><published>2010-03-14T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:36:35.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethics Romance The Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Okay since ramai yg minat dgn lagu ethic romance &amp; all fans (cewahh ada pulak fans kan, friends laa sbnrnya) really wanted to see the lyrics, so here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oh ohh..&lt;br /&gt;Caught in dilemma (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raa raa raaa&lt;br /&gt;CR CRG&lt;br /&gt;All pro' accountants&lt;br /&gt;Lets be ethical!  (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.F.A.C.&lt;br /&gt;Code of ethics&lt;br /&gt;Duty to shareholder &lt;br /&gt;Serve public interest&lt;br /&gt;C.I.C.O.&lt;br /&gt;Sin Qua Non&lt;br /&gt;C.I.C.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict of interest &lt;br /&gt;Are cause by the fraud&lt;br /&gt;Self interest slippery slope misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;And judgement swayed..&lt;br /&gt;Swayed swayed swayed&lt;br /&gt;And judgement swayed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to avoid it&lt;br /&gt;Manage avoid &amp; disclosed it&lt;br /&gt;We need to M.A.D, &amp; M.A.D &amp; M.A.D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Maintain good reputation fiduciary duties&lt;br /&gt;Will gain stakeholder trust&lt;br /&gt;Don't misinterpret C.I.2.C.2.0&lt;br /&gt;Follow code of conduct&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh ohhhh caught in dilemma..&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh ohhhh caught in dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raa raa raa&lt;br /&gt;CR CRG &lt;br /&gt;All pro accountants &lt;br /&gt;Lets be ethical&lt;br /&gt;(Then ulang balik frm first sampe chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raa raa raa&lt;br /&gt;CR CRG &lt;br /&gt;All pro accountanta&lt;br /&gt;G.A.A.P &amp; G.A.A.S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;I.F.A.C. code of ethics&lt;br /&gt;Meet expectation of 3P'S&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism&lt;br /&gt;Confidence credibility&lt;br /&gt;Serve highest quality&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the basic needs&lt;br /&gt;Serve highest quality&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the basic needs baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortfall of codes &lt;br /&gt;Issues cannot be solved&lt;br /&gt;Conflict of codes&lt;br /&gt;And the whistle-blower&lt;br /&gt;Conflict interest&lt;br /&gt;With the all stakeholders&lt;br /&gt;Make decision involve with the judgement&lt;br /&gt;Involve with the judgement..&lt;br /&gt;Involve with the judgement..&lt;br /&gt;Caught in dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Caught in dilemmaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raa raa raaa&lt;br /&gt;CR CRG&lt;br /&gt;All pro accountants&lt;br /&gt;Lets be ethical!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nyanyi laa puas-puas. Tp once you dah nyanyi lagu ni akan menghantui you, ke mana aja you pegi you akan dengar lagu ni, time masuk kereta, time nak kuar kereta, time tgh makan kat cafe, time tgh mkn kat Anggerik Deli, time kat rumah.. wahhhhh scaryyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1361776739613594401?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1361776739613594401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/ethics-romance-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1361776739613594401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1361776739613594401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/ethics-romance-lyrics.html' title='Ethics Romance The Lyrics'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3140616952746510300</id><published>2010-03-11T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:07:51.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady GaGa in Ethical Version?</title><content type='html'>Wow! This is interesting. hahaha. Yesterday was the premier of our first live performance ever together in front of the whole class for CRG520: Corporate Governance assignments. This time, we need to choose a song &amp; then fill the lyrics with the ethics terms. At first the happiest lecturer ever PM Che Ah Ahmad (Oh god I love her since we both have the chemistry in the hyperactive history) assigned us to use Michael Jackson's song, &amp; then after we suggest to choose other song, she agree &amp; thats how we came up with Lady GaGa song, jeng jeng jeng.. its a Bad Romance baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird since I have to be a lead singer for our group, which means I have to be Sir GaGa??? Sort of macam, &amp; I did my job, very well lah kot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when all of us geleng-geleng kepala sambil nyanyi "Ohohohohoooo ooo caught in dilemmaaa!". Okay pedulik laa yg penting Che Ah suka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part paling best 2 3 kali ganda bila aku kena tarik part tinggi tu, haih tapayah cakap bunyi dia tapi kira lepaslah tu. Oh ramai yg tepuk tgn so I assumed boleh laa menang Grammy lps ni. (Tanggapan positif walaupun bakal malu dibahan seumur hidup&lt;br /&gt; -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the result is, I'm proud that all of us have done a great job, really. I felt like we really put the efforts &amp; tried our best, just hoping we could get full marks, which is errr 2% from the total carrymark??? Yeahhh thats the truth.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations again to my beloved friends &amp; teammates,Dayah Padzil, Fali Liyana Ashelu, Ahmad Taufiq El'Azzam, Bieee Nabihan, Malin &amp; Zar. Oh btw video dah ada kat facebook. Kalau nak tgk pandai-pandailah cari. Heeeeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3140616952746510300?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3140616952746510300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga-in-ethical-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3140616952746510300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3140616952746510300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga-in-ethical-version.html' title='Lady GaGa in Ethical Version?'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3331057234628514012</id><published>2010-03-05T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:20:23.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think, I need to be more matured, I need to be more serious, I need to behave, I need to stop acting like I'm a boy, because I need to be a man. I need to stop playing around running jumping everywhere in the house while there still plenty of work need to be taken care of, I need to talking less instead of crapping &amp; making noise, I need to start thinking wisely &amp; be more relax. I need to be ignorance. I need to start from beginning. I just need to start it all over again, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5CE-L8ROuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/duFLsH6xv1k/s1600-h/Windows_7_Wallpaper_-_Ego_Education.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5CE-L8ROuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/duFLsH6xv1k/s320/Windows_7_Wallpaper_-_Ego_Education.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444998153383262946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate myself though, even those I said above keep crossing my mind, keep pushing &amp; pushing me to do something. I'm exhausted, because when I tried to open the the pages of CRG, the notes of MAF, the manual of FAR, I started to wonder, what I have been doing all this years? I went to class, but its not knowledge thats comes in, it's the gossip instead. Hahah. Oh come on,the different between you &amp; Ryan Seacrest is that you are not famous all around the world, &amp; you are not paid with a bunch of money everytime you're selling your stories. Eh, you're not even be in TV! So... Stop hearing gossip, lets gaining knowledge. Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3331057234628514012?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3331057234628514012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-need-to-be-more-matured-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3331057234628514012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3331057234628514012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-need-to-be-more-matured-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S5CE-L8ROuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/duFLsH6xv1k/s72-c/Windows_7_Wallpaper_-_Ego_Education.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1832316269317349474</id><published>2010-02-26T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:17:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On For Your Own Good.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rasa mcm dah lama x visit my own blog. Well I guess its because I have nothing to say perasaan hari-hari sekarang mcm blurrr. But today, I have something that I want to share with all of you, especially the one who is going through the thing now. It is about to move on after your breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not the one who have the expertise in relationship problems, since I only being in a relationship once in my lifetime. After that, I stay single until now. It is not because I am afraid to be involve in a lovegame again, not because I'm terrified of the commitment or because I'm busy, but I think its just because since the break up I just don't find the right person yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about the feeling when you are being dump, I know what it feels like. Especially if the relationship has been like years, so mmg x mampu jiwa kacau gilaaa. Its like you dah siapkan hampir sepenuhnya a beautiful sand castle at the beach but suddenly a big wave dtg and menghempas istana you, last you felt like its empty. Kosong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling tambah sakit, he or she now belong to somebody else and life is just getting better without you. Sayang you for them is growing jugak, even your heart dah penoh parut kena hiris, tp itulaaa. Kalau dh syg sgt sekejap ja sakit tu hilang, and yg manis you penah rasa dgn dia tu lah yg mengaburi mata you from opening your heart &amp; your mind to feel exactly what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I will never show how weak I am when I'm being dump. I will show them my life is fun, is getting better. I will put more smiles on my face, melangkah dgn yakin walau ke mana I pergi. I akan menggilaaa dgn my friends, rock my day dgn stupid things yg dh lama I x buat. Yeahhh I will feel the freedom and screammm... let the world now Saifol Haroon is never careee. And honestly I dah pernah buat, and look at where it got me now, I'm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course org kata you senang laa ckp, you x rasa apa I rasa. Yes I know lah mcm mana sakittt nya perasaan youuu. But hey, I nk tanya, it is worth it for you untuk you hancurkan masa dpn you, mengorbankan maruah &amp; harga diri you begging love from somebody yg tak tau menghargai you? And cuba fikir, dia x pernah terasa effect apa pun bila you x ada, and life dia better, tp you pulak sebaliknya. Down, murung, tension, lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop thinking about it and move on. I believed time will heal everything. What we need is to be strong and keep holding on. Jodoh &amp; maut di tgn Tuhan. Just moving on, find your new target in life &amp; do something to make your life happier than before. Please, whatever it is, sakit macam mana pun you rasa, jgn lah choose to do something stupid, yg at the end membawa keburukan kpd diri sendiri. IT IS NOT WORTH IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, bowling semalam best. Also thanks to Pale &amp; Azim for the food we had last night. I wish semoga korang murah rezeki lagi sapa tau next sem JPA tersalah masok bg amount duit double 10000 lagi ke hahah. Bole mkn besar lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, TTYM! (Hahah, i blaja that word dari Paris Hilton frm My New BFF Season 2. Gedik.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1832316269317349474?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1832316269317349474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-on-for-your-own-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1832316269317349474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1832316269317349474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-on-for-your-own-good.html' title='Moving On For Your Own Good.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4270863964369606348</id><published>2010-02-11T20:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:09:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muyaholic!</title><content type='html'>Hi. Hari nie saya nk perkenalkan kawan baik saya. Saya sort of mcm syg dia jugak aaa kan. Dulu dia Melayu tapi skg dah jadi Australian. Nama pon dah tukar x pakai dah Ainul Munirah Abd Shukor, now she only answered you if you call her, Ashley. Dulu, before Ashley jadik minah mat salleh, nie laa rupa dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P2MQ05ptI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RSCviYBbnVs/s1600-h/I+BET+U+WILL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P2MQ05ptI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RSCviYBbnVs/s320/I+BET+U+WILL.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436959865702033106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nie masa Sem 2. I bet dgn Ashley, klu dia sanggup pakai beg sekolah I ke sana ke mari sepanjang kelas hari tu, I blanja dia nasik lemak Jati. So kitorang pon tukar laa bag. I pakai Roxy, dia jadi budak satu hari. Hahaha. Kelakar gilaa ko Muyaa. Macam staff UiTM pegi kerja pakai beg galas SWAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P3vJ5_SLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Bgu46p4p5Aw/s1600-h/Epol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P3vJ5_SLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Bgu46p4p5Aw/s320/Epol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436961564651374770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P4E5PCtyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aVuSez_Yiuc/s1600-h/Recently+Updated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P4E5PCtyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aVuSez_Yiuc/s320/Recently+Updated1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436961938133399330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P4tA0ciUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CEOWmonIODg/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P4tA0ciUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CEOWmonIODg/s320/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436962627364096322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini antara babak2 panas kitorang baik di dlm kls mahu pun di luar kelas. Hahah, okay pernah suatu ketika di mana semua org dlm kelas bergosip berteka-teki siapakah bf Ashley yg jelita neh. Ada puak mengatakan Muya couple dgn ( yg tidak boleh disebutkan namanya, mcm Lord Voldemort gak aa) &amp; satu lg, jeng jeng jeng, hahah sape  lagii kan. Fatin Bazilah antara yg terpengaruh dgn gosip bermati-matian bgtau Saifol Haroon is the one. Hahaha. Yg lg best, most of classmates dlm Group E percayaaa. Wah wah. Sori Fatin, tekaan ko salah. Sapa suro ko YM dgn Muya. Mmg kena tipu hidup2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P7IDCdBhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mbCJwEkNvb0/s1600-h/mona074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P7IDCdBhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mbCJwEkNvb0/s320/mona074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436965290839442962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ini anak kitorang, Kemek. Setelah bertarung hak penjagaan di mahkamah syariah akhirnya hakim memberi hak penjagaan Kemek seumur hidup kpd Ashley. Belum sempat Kemek menamatkan zaman bujangnya, anak ini telah kembali ke rahmatullah &amp; dikuburkan somewhere dkt Puchong. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P8C0b0aFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xPtZzfh_86A/s1600-h/MY001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P8C0b0aFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xPtZzfh_86A/s320/MY001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436966300531583058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ashley, aku tangkap gambar nie senyap2 masa ko buat hair treatment dgn Yazid yg kita ponteng kelas semata-mata sb price hari tu murah? Aku mcm nak send dkt lecturer nak tunjuk apa ko buat tapi klu aku send bongoklah kantoi aku ponteng sekali. So x jd nk buat jahat dkt ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P9Y0ChH_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qWeNczbeoxw/s1600-h/DSC02036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P9Y0ChH_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qWeNczbeoxw/s320/DSC02036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436967777894211570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie time Haziq blanja kita KFC sebab celebrate birthday ko. Bila aku tgk gamba nie, aku bkn takat igt kat ko je, aku rinduuu kat Yana, Aina, &amp; Izzah jugak. Kan best klu kita still boleh buat mcm nie. Tp unfortunately korang dah bertukar jadi UK'ian, Australian, &amp; yg lain mana yg tinggal je yg betol2 Melayu'ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_B3YR3oI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g9l1f4XXBmk/s1600-h/BSN1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_B3YR3oI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g9l1f4XXBmk/s320/BSN1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436969582677057154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu nie jugak tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_VIebnTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vXQeJAU_6HQ/s1600-h/ACD1E+DK4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_VIebnTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vXQeJAU_6HQ/s320/ACD1E+DK4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436969913683778866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini? Masa Sem 1. Group Eeeeeeeee. Hahaha semua geng Ryan Seacrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_wNGsMJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JVY5uIDArog/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P_wNGsMJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JVY5uIDArog/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436970378782847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muyaaa, eh silap ASHLEY, good luck. No matter what happen, I'm always by ur side. Buruk or baik, walaupun ko x penah buruk selalu chantek jee even ko tak mandi,we will always be friends. Skrg aku rindu kita g kls sama2, tukar2 kereta, hahah. Aku rindu msg pagi2 tanya ko dah siap blum, n then bila dh gerak akn antar satu msg berbunyi "Kuar kuar". Tapi takpe, skrg aku ada Auntie Mona, teman aku merempit pagi2. Hahah. Adios Amigos. XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4270863964369606348?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4270863964369606348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/muyaholic.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4270863964369606348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4270863964369606348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/muyaholic.html' title='Muyaholic!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S3P2MQ05ptI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RSCviYBbnVs/s72-c/I+BET+U+WILL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2977488053913654837</id><published>2010-02-04T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:14:25.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Org Misteri ERA</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dgr radio ERA? Okay ada pertandingan cari org misteri ERA di mana clue2 akan diberi untuk mencari org tersebut. Cara dia, bila you dah dgr penyampai radio bgtau clue dia, then you kena bergerak pantas cari org tersebut based on clues yg dia bagi, bila dah agak2 mcm org dpn mata you tu org yg dicari, (gaya mcm suspicious cket kan, konon lah) then you pegi ketok blkg dia you tanya, "Adakah anda org misteri ERA?". Klu dia jwb "YES!" then you paksa dia call ERA &amp; you bakal memenangi sebahagian daripada wang tunai berjumlah RM60000!!! Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taksub sebab I baru tau ada competition sebegitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie punya clue :&lt;br /&gt;1.UiTM&lt;br /&gt;2.Ulang alik 14 jam.&lt;br /&gt;3.Pintu gerbang kayangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!!! Mau x kecoh Fali, Dayah, Myserra, &amp; Awang termasok I sekali menerjah sana sini mencari konon klu menang kitorg nk bahagikan wang tunai RM 2000 so sorang bakal RM400 kannnn, whoah masyukk gak aaa dah la pokai sapa mau bg RM400 camtu aja betolll???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling semangat sb dgr UiTM maka pusinglah ktorang satu UiTM, cari kat canseleri. Then rasa UiTM mayb clue for location Shah Alam, gerbang kayangan myb bulatan kayangan near istana, then ulang alik 14 jam myb pusat akuatik, or tesco??? Finee pegilaa cari but then,hampa!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dah dkt jam 6, I hantar la diorang balik. Sampai Kolej Jati tak sempat Awang nk kuar kereta I mamat misteri ERA bgtau yg dia sedang berlegar dpn pintu UiTM!!! My godddd kitorg dah dkt kotttt, tapi! Hah yg nie bikin gua panassss aaa, UiTM Perlissss! Arghhhhhhh benci benci benci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, paling lawak Sam gilaa ah kental berani mati tanya one man dpn pintu tesco, that guy actually among car dealers tgh buat promotion, "Adakah anda org misteri ERA???" Hahahaha. I adore you Sammy! Macho abes. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2977488053913654837?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2977488053913654837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/org-misteri-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2977488053913654837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2977488053913654837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/org-misteri-era.html' title='Org Misteri ERA'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2513138118656120668</id><published>2010-02-03T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:50:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Live Like I'm Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kris Allen said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lufaXk_3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/sem9YU5BVeE/s1600-h/kris-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lufaXk_3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/sem9YU5BVeE/s320/kris-video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995911332429682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta start looking at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;br /&gt;this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it&lt;br /&gt;every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;br /&gt;gotta live like we're dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got&lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;br /&gt;turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;br /&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;gotta live like we're dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lu7uO0gQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/itnGqoRWJlc/s1600-h/2354523107_940bef12ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lu7uO0gQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/itnGqoRWJlc/s320/2354523107_940bef12ec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996397700743426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Madonna &amp; Justin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Time is waiting &lt;br /&gt;We only got 4 minutes to save the world &lt;br /&gt;No hesitating,grab a boy,grab a girl &lt;br /&gt;Time is waiting &lt;br /&gt;We only got 4 minutes to save the world &lt;br /&gt;No hesitating &lt;br /&gt;We only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was having hi-tea at Anggerik Deli with Dayah &amp; Fali, I saw this on the wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I learned that, no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world will never stop for your grieving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was driving back home from class this evening,I was thinking, I am 20 years old now. Did I have done anything to be proud of after all these years I lived in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, NO, I DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I should start to work now, planning &amp; work hard to achieve my dreams. I shall start with, tadaaaaaa.... The Saifol Haroon Scheme Of Work For The Year Ended 2010! Ohh sukanyaaa.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi nak pikir dulu apa yg nak dibuat &amp; jadi pada tahun ini, bila dah siap listkan, baru laa bole publish!!! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum berundur, satu lagi pesanan khidmat masyarakat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lvPHhKQ9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/CrBw4arnsvQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lvPHhKQ9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/CrBw4arnsvQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996730906067922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bertangguh itu pencuri masa". Bye nak baca PSA 3 chapter malam nie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2513138118656120668?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2513138118656120668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gotta-live-like-im-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2513138118656120668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2513138118656120668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gotta-live-like-im-dying.html' title='I Gotta Live Like I&apos;m Dying'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2lufaXk_3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/sem9YU5BVeE/s72-c/kris-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-5553501529131583632</id><published>2010-01-28T11:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:00:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impian Bakal Jadi Kenyataan</title><content type='html'>Ehem-ehem. Tgk x tajuk kat atas tu? Hahah. Okay seriously right now I'm happy, hyper &amp; bakal menjadi hypest, sb angan-angan I dah nk jadi realiti! Whoah mcm x pecaya bila tertengok benda nie kat facebook smlm. Cpt tgk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2EZES1wvGI/AAAAAAAAANU/C37Cy1AcEzA/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2EZES1wvGI/AAAAAAAAANU/C37Cy1AcEzA/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431650187153030242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila klik untuk gambar yg lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know apakah maksud gambar di atas?&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, I dah bole jadi tinggi!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Dulu pernah I tertanya-tanya diri sendiri,girls yg pendek bole nampak tinggi sb diorang ada high heels, takde ke kasut untuk org lelaki yg boleh buat org2 pendek mcm I nmpak tinggi?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, I x perlu risau, sb ada kasut Giraffe! Tgk btol2, I dah jadi fan die.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely bakal beli kasut nie, sb ape? Hahah, jeng jeng jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab this shoes bole tlg I kelihatan lebih tinggi daripada biasa sehingga 10cm tanpa disedari oleh sesiapa pun.hahah. Gila confident aa kan mcm dah beli &amp; pakai je. Sekarang dah boleh berangan dpt gf yg tinggi2, sb bila amik gamba time wedding, tinggi gf dgn I sama padan. So gambar tetap cantik lah kn? Guests pun tak kan nmpak kependekan I semuanya sebab kasut terbaru kesayangan I, Giraffe! I syg u muah muah.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekarang, tak pyh I paksa diri I untuk mkn CalciYum!, tak pyh cari Appeton TeenGrow kat pharmacy, just sarung je kasut Giraffe! =)&lt;br /&gt;Bagi para jejaka pendek mcm I, if you are interested just like me, you can go to www.giraffe-shoes.com for further information. Design not bad laa kan maybe x lama lagi dia akn kuarkan design yg lebih menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I dah boleh jadi tinggi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-5553501529131583632?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5553501529131583632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/impian-bakal-jadi-kenyataan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5553501529131583632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/5553501529131583632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/impian-bakal-jadi-kenyataan.html' title='Impian Bakal Jadi Kenyataan'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S2EZES1wvGI/AAAAAAAAANU/C37Cy1AcEzA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-6703643938313964181</id><published>2010-01-25T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:45:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen,&lt;br /&gt;And its just not the way you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Although you pray so hard hoping it will never happened to you,&lt;br /&gt;It just keep happening,&lt;br /&gt;You never asked to be like this,&lt;br /&gt;But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;We are just human,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you have to get through this on your own,&lt;br /&gt;They are supposed to understand,&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, you'll need to do it by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Do everything that you can do,do whatever it takes to save you,&lt;br /&gt;Because belief me,&lt;br /&gt;In this big bad world, you can only count on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be very mean, aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-6703643938313964181?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6703643938313964181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6703643938313964181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/6703643938313964181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-times.html' title='Hard Times'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3316409405016571085</id><published>2010-01-24T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:33:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>Hi.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is so fast that today is already Sunday. Padahal da cuti dr Jumaat kan, tp still x puas tamak haloba nk cuti lg. Bila bagi cuti 2 bulan hah merungut plak ko eh bosan tatau nk buat apa aaa dh nk temuntah duduk goyang perot kt umah laa pastu semua balik ja ckp ayat nie "Wey gilaa ah aku cuti badan aku naik gilaa tahap 20 kg sedas!".&lt;br /&gt;Dh ko duduk kat rumah mkn tdo aja mmg ah cuba ko tolong mak kat dapur ke paling2 pun bersihkan rumah dah bersembur dah peluh ko kuar kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh apasal aku emo nie? Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay plan ths week cuti 3 ari nk baca buku &amp; sort of mcm nk jadik rajin laa kn nk memahami semua benda yg dah blaja kat kls selama 2 3 minggu nie. Nak siapkan report MAF,nk baca CRG Che Ah Real Life Game pastuh nk study FAR siapkan hw &amp; nk buat BEL. Whoah semangat nie. I nk dekan ths sem. Fuh gilaa ah kn,eh jap I rs mcm nk ANC gak ah. Terbaeklah kn punya angan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Nie dah dkt pukul 12 tgh hari hari Ahad. Guess what? Satu apa pun xbuat lagiiiiii!!! Nie aa rasa mcm nk marah diri sendiri nie. Tp x sampai hati pulak sb syg jgk dkt diri sendiri. Tp klu syg dkt diri sendiri patot do the things that you are supposed to do lah kan, eh apeni apeni dah pening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finee mengaku aa kn salah sndiri jugak terlampau mengikut nafsu syahwat segala nk tdooo nk min game semua. Eh kjap, main game? Oh patotla. I dpt game baru ths weekend. Salahkn umar. Dia yg bwk hard disk dia tuu yg I explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penah tgk game nie x???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1u9guq0lsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WVbTNllX5FM/s1600-h/plant-vs-zombies-soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1u9guq0lsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WVbTNllX5FM/s320/plant-vs-zombies-soon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430142145706366658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada gamba lg satu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1u9wKvPnlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fziSJV5VB64/s1600-h/672_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1u9wKvPnlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fziSJV5VB64/s320/672_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430142410939145810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah rasa semua dh tau game plant &amp; zombie nie so finee yala I ketinggalan zaman baru nk start berkecimpung dlm game nie kn, (hahah sejak bila guna word berkecimpung pun tatau). Hey siapa ckp nie game bodoh mau I patahkan idung u balik bia penyek mcm I sb it is not easy kacang tanah merah aja. Still memerlukan kekreatifan merancang strategi. Cewah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers today I kena finish everything that need to be done. Jadi I nk pegi brunch dulu. Oh lupa nk ckp, I baru bgn sbnrnya. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3316409405016571085?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3316409405016571085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/hm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3316409405016571085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3316409405016571085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1u9guq0lsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WVbTNllX5FM/s72-c/plant-vs-zombies-soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2373258460911420965</id><published>2010-01-21T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:12:42.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning feelin like P Diddy.. Hahah Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam I happy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so relieved, that I have completed all my work. Can you imagine, finishing 3 things in one night! Gilaa rushing sampai x tido. Okay tipu siket tdo jugak laa at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;CRG Movie Review dah submit, Oh presentation MAF, ngeeeeeeeee lecturer suka presentation kitorg omg legaaa sgt, thanks to Dayah, Taufiq, &amp; Fali yg kena present byk jgk sb amikkan part Haziq. Although class full smlm until 6pm along with not having enough sleep I still can get through all the classes and put the smile on my face, because its all  worth it. Yayy!!! We did it wehhh.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah amik smlm after mkn trus balik terlentang atas katil sampai pagi. Hari nie lagi betambah happy, sb kelas satu ja. Besok? Lagi happy nak mampos, sb tanak pegi kelas. Lecturer x dtg dah 3 weeks kot. I assume die cuti bersalin aaa kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi 1 thing dissapointed sgt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULUS I TAK CUKUP. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2373258460911420965?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2373258460911420965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/wake-up-in-morning-feelin-like-p-diddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2373258460911420965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2373258460911420965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/wake-up-in-morning-feelin-like-p-diddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9222401708109977057</id><published>2010-01-16T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:37:39.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels Like A Movie...</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yay its a weekend already &amp; I was hoping that I can do a lot of fun stuff instead of duduk rumah jee but sadly I have to,sb banyak sgt kerjaa!! Arghhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay cerita hari ini lain dari biasa. I don't really know if any of you had experience this before tp seriously last night rasa mcm berlakon dlm movie.Sb insiden nie slalu tgk dlm tv je then suddenly it happens to me. Why??????!!! Oh whyyyy??? Tak penah dlm hidup aku rasa sebegini hampa even dpt result terok pun x penah rasa mcm nie.huuuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah dah ah ko gedik. Jom layan kesah sedih gua di malam Sabtu. Zassssssssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam mcm teringin mkn western dkt Kg Baru sb sort of mcm dah lama kitorg x dinner di situ. Then bergerak lah aku dgn kwn2 membawa perot lapar nie. Okay firstly plan xberapa baik lah kan sb stuck dgn jammmmmmmmmmm nyaa. 8.30 pegi dkt2 pukul 10 baru nk sampai mmg gilaa mengamuk ah aku dlm kereta sb lapar! Sangatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bila sampai je,dgn bangganya park tepi jalan. Slalu dlm kereta aku letak hp dkt tepi pintu kereta dkt tempat pemegang tuu.alah yg ada tempat bukak tingkap suma di situ kn konon senang laa if ada emergency call kan mak call tiba2 ke.Cewahh. Okay unfortunately, hihi mcm karangan BI pulak,xsedar aku bukak pintu kuat terus my hp terpelanting tercampak dkt tgh jalan. Dan tanpa membuang masanya sebuah kereta MyVi putih yg tgh meluncur lajunya melenyekk gua punya hp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey xdala aku mnjerit kan. I was sort of mcm tergamam but without hesitation cpt2 aku amik blk hp tuu. Omg sedihhhhhhnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily x pecah x remuk masih mampu berfungsi seperti yg dulu,which kinda amazing! Wow kuat gilaa my little Sony Ericsson K770i but display dia dah retak2 mcm kaca pecah &amp; I think its because kecederaan dalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apa yg membuatkan aku sedih sgt, the phone is still new, x sampai setahun lg. And it happens sb sikap tidak berhati2 &amp; aku sendiri yg buat. Can you imagine, watching your beloved hp kena lenyek dpn mata &amp; you cannot do nothing to save it???&lt;br /&gt;Sedihhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, pernah x korang jadi mcm tu? Tell me &amp; share your feelings, please. Sebab aku trauma,fobia,&amp; really wish that I could turn back time so that I will just put my hp in my pocket. Kalaulahhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-9222401708109977057?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9222401708109977057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-like-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9222401708109977057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9222401708109977057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-like-movie.html' title='It Feels Like A Movie...'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-746661846963911448</id><published>2010-01-15T18:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:34:20.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourism Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Hi.=)&lt;br /&gt;Semua happy x hari nie? Sebab tetiba aku rasa mcm hyper siket. Maybe sb terfall in love dkt someone kot. Haha gila gedik geli. Tah cinta kali ke berapa punya pandang pun tatau laa sb banyak sgt org aku dah pandang. Cewah. Tp btol, aku rasa aku suka seseorang. Rahsia kita, okeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get back to our topic today shall we? Last night I went out with my friends untuk program kuar malam yg mana kali ni we call it as "Ladies Night". Hahah tu idea Muyaa ah mlm td apa kejadahnya ko menggilaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner at Bangsar, then we decided to take a short trip around KL.  Arah tuju ialah "Malaysia Tourism Centre" yg menempatkan banyak pusat istirahat &amp; kelab hiburan. Just street walking, tu aja okay. It kinda exciting because there are some interesting show that caught our eyes at that street. Jom tengok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BN4d3f-qI/AAAAAAAAALw/y-j0Es65aZo/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BN4d3f-qI/AAAAAAAAALw/y-j0Es65aZo/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426923183466871458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please aksi nie jgn tiru di rumah yaa.hahah muka mamat nie scary sampai ada org menjerit tgk dia. Dgn gaya ala2 org asli dtg dkt org mmg la menjerit. First mcm takot gak aa tp last2 nah,gambar 1 bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BPTTBf-hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lrB4bikWV2o/s1600-h/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BPTTBf-hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lrB4bikWV2o/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426924743924120082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa ini kelawar kaki panjang. Dia cakap dia boleh shuffle dgn kaki panjang dia tu. Ohh dah habes bergambar kitorg ckp bye, dia jwb "Assalamualaikum". Hahah myb untuk malam jumaat je kot bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love this one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BSkOmbFbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Pq_VJR5-b-M/s1600-h/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BSkOmbFbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Pq_VJR5-b-M/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426928333329470898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times... &lt;br /&gt;Posing nk dpn kedai mahal jeee,hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Nak kena smyg. Wajib. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-746661846963911448?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/746661846963911448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/tourism-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/746661846963911448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/746661846963911448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/tourism-malaysia.html' title='Tourism Malaysia'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S1BN4d3f-qI/AAAAAAAAALw/y-j0Es65aZo/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3007828331086950314</id><published>2010-01-14T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:43:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belasan Tahun</title><content type='html'>Bonsoir!&lt;br /&gt;Okay mlm nie gua just nak tunjuk gambar paling gua syg sgt. Thanks my old friend Rofaizal Rozemi for uploading this picture at Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S032NsKr1jI/AAAAAAAAALo/tCTr7F4Me10/s1600-h/21844_107538835923878_100000032864513_196032_8017447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S032NsKr1jI/AAAAAAAAALo/tCTr7F4Me10/s320/21844_107538835923878_100000032864513_196032_8017447_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426263841106023986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe ini muka Form 3. Sumpah malu mcm x percaya muka gila bunga. Dah jgn tgk lama2.&lt;br /&gt;Nanti nak delete pulak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3007828331086950314?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3007828331086950314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/belasan-tahun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3007828331086950314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3007828331086950314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/belasan-tahun.html' title='Belasan Tahun'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/S032NsKr1jI/AAAAAAAAALo/tCTr7F4Me10/s72-c/21844_107538835923878_100000032864513_196032_8017447_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-1970555760015900187</id><published>2010-01-12T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:27:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you see?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Okay finee mengakula tajuk amik lirik Taylor Swift You Belong With Me tp karangan hari ni bkn pasal sape belong to sape. Tade tade tade. Sumpah xsangkut paut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on my movie review for CRG,then suddenly this thought came across my mind.So I take a short break &amp; try to let this all go, &amp; hopefully after that I can get move on to the next chapter of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in this world dealing with so many types of people for every single day. People include your father,your mother,your brother,your sister,your neighbor,your psychotic secret lover, and...did I forget something important??? Oohhh! Friends! Right, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend always stand back behind you &amp; bla bla bla I don't think that I need to explain the boring theory of what a friend should be because my blog is not a place where I need to teach on how to be a friends or how to identify a good friend. I believe its hard to find a perfect friend who always understand you &amp; how to treat you without hurting you once in a lifetime because nobody is perfect. We are all just ordinary human which means that we makes mistakes,often. Whether you did it intentionally or not that is another story,but I prefer to assume that we did it unintentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend will accept his friends as they are. Everybody has their strength &amp; weaknesses, leave us no choice but to just love our friends as they are. I'm sure all of us love our friends. Buruk baik ape tabiat pun ada who cares as a human we should be bertimbang rasa dgn semua org. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda sad, because some people when org bertimbang rasa for them, they just couldn't see it. Your friend jaga hati you, can you just jaga hati dia balik?&lt;br /&gt;Your friend tolong you bila you susah, can you just tlg dia balik? Org tahan you dgn perangai you, can you just do the same to him? Can you see how your friend is trying to live with your attitudes &amp; behaviour, you marah2 kwn you bila you nampak salah dia tp when it comes to you, dia diam x bole tegur sb you hot tempered? Or you mmg akn cr excuses? Hihi okay I mcm emo plak kan. No nie I punye thoughts je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I x jadi kwn yg mcm tu. Yes I prefer mengalah dari mengcomplicatedkn situasi because it is not worth it. For me I think I should look at myself first before I point my finger to somebody else. Hey,x kan kerana nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga. Sayangilah rakan-rakan anda. Muah muah. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-1970555760015900187?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1970555760015900187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-you-see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1970555760015900187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/1970555760015900187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-you-see.html' title='Why can&apos;t you see?'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9156196992310903424</id><published>2010-01-11T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:42:25.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman Hyper Darjah 1</title><content type='html'>Evening bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;I tgh sambut bday mak I then tiba2 mak I ungkit kisah lama masa borak2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I darjah 1 time tuu &amp; I mmg x penah ada masalah langsung kat sekolah. Pelik. Budak lain ada menages2 nk ikut mak balik tp I cool selamba badak sebab I x rasa pape pun. So mak I lambai2 then start 2nd day school I dah begerak solo.hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mak I pelik everytime I blk lengan I lebam2. Mak I tnya I ckp Cikgu cubit. So mak I mcm suspicious aaa, bkn dgn cikgu, tp dgn I! Haha, so mak I pun 1 hari tuu pegila sekolah jadi spy tgk apa I buat. So here it goes...jeng jeng jeng.hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mmg buas masa kecik tp I tadela ganas2 haprak punya gaduh bawak geng wa maki lu bakar rumah org ke hape. Buas bdk2 laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suka usik org dlm kelas,which perangai yg I still terbwk2 sampai skrg kat umah 19.&lt;br /&gt;1st my mum nampak, I masuk bwh meja tarik kaki budak perempuan, pastu bdk perempuan tu nanges. Pap! Satu kali kene cubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,I nmpak budak perempuan dkt luar kls tgh asah pensel dkt tepi tong sampah. So I jumpe Cikgu ckp I nk asah pensel jugak. Then I pegi, I tegur say Hi kat bdk tu, die ckp2 trus I tampar jubo die I lari masok kls. Pap! Kena tarik telinga 1 das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps tuu ade 1 grup bdk perempuan tgh smbang gosip2 aa cerite pasal kekayaan family diorg. I pegi konon2 buat2 nk join dgr then I tarik tudung die ke belakang. Nanges. Kene cubit lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that day I balik rumah lengan I lebam2 pun mak I x kesah dah, x tanye. Tp I kene marah laa sebab mak I palinggg x dpt terima I spank jubo bdk perempuan kat luar kls tuh. Hahah alhamdulillah bab spank jubo berhenti hujung tahun tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bab tarik tudung I buat sampai darjah 6! Jadi kpd mangsa2 I sume minx halal laa x sengaja. Time tuu I sengal2 ubi lagi. Adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-9156196992310903424?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9156196992310903424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/zaman-hyper-darjah-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9156196992310903424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9156196992310903424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/zaman-hyper-darjah-1.html' title='Zaman Hyper Darjah 1'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-4798943638610400693</id><published>2010-01-04T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:28:50.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Business</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody this is my first post for the year of 2010. Yeah I know I'm kinda not so much into blogging over this past 2 months but it is because I don't have any interesting events to be told to all of you during the term break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets forget about the things that I did during the holidays because what I want to share today is about now. Ready, satu dua tigaa go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like I don't know who I am, I don't have mood for anything because everything is different. Things change &amp; I'm not ready for it.I never thought the day is coming so for sure I'm not prepare for this. But hey,if I can't get through all the mess so when will I can move on? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.now they wonder what is exactly I am trying to say. What the hell is all about that made him talking all this crap? Nothing. Just entering the first week of period thats all.hahahahah. Oopps! Aku merepek je okay. Tade kena mngena apa pun.Dah hentikanlah kepoyoan. Now,lets talk about tomorrow shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a 2 days prgm which the 2nd day activity sounds interesting. Okay dgr yg besok punya dulu, ceramah &amp; latihan dlm kumpulan frm 8am to 5pm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus! Aku tak tauu laa ape tajuk ceramah tp aktiviti dlm kumpulan mesti best gilaa ah. Dia akan suro buat bulatan (OMG lama gilaa x duduk dlm bulatan last rasa time modul sem 3 kot) then sebut nama simple yg semua org bole igt then oohhhh u akan jd bintang popular dlm masa sekejap aja when fasilitator suro org sebelah hafal nama you &amp; bla bla bla...papp! Okay selesai sesi berkenalan. Wahh u dpt kwn baru nk add dkt facebook kann??? Suka gilaa. Muah muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lusa,rombongan ke Tmn Pertanian Malaysia Bukit Cerakah for Jungle Trackking??? Fuyyohhh! Are you kidding me??? Jungle Trackking is my life! Sehari x berjungle trackking mmg bukan Saifol Haroon ah tu you salah org aaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah x dpt aku bygkan betapa bestnya weekend aku weh. So fun sampai malam nie aku x bole pejam mata nak dpt wetdream pun. You know what, I support ths kind of strategy to develop our accounting students to be more berwawasan selaras dgn dasar baru kerajaan Satu Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu Malaysia. Pencapaian didahulukan rakyat diutamakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Saifol Haroon is not attending ths event due to some personal reasons. Sorry dory strawberry. Adios &amp; have a great weekend.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-4798943638610400693?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4798943638610400693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-business.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4798943638610400693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/4798943638610400693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-business.html' title='Back In Business'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-7083634422210352121</id><published>2009-12-26T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:07:15.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE ARE NOT DEAD. WE STILL ALIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;THIS BLOG IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;COMING SOON IN JANUARY 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                               MERRY CHRISMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-7083634422210352121?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7083634422210352121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7083634422210352121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/7083634422210352121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-756527761864760644</id><published>2009-11-18T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:20:54.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie saya x hyper. Jiwa saya slow motion. Macam sedih tapi x nanges merengek-rengek. Sebab saya dh besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena Hari Raya Haji yg bakal tiba, ingin saya ucapkan sepatah dua kata. Walaupun saya bukan penyimpan mohor besar mahupun Perdana Menteri, saya rasa saya ada hak, sebab ini blog saya.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada yg mampu, sembelih la lembu dan kambing, bg saya mkn so berat bdn saya boleh bertambah cuti nie.haha. Hey, korban bkn setakat sembelih lembu &amp; kambing. Korbankan kepentingan diri sendiri demi kebahagiaan org lain pun boleh laa. Betol x? If you really love somebody, you always want them to be happy, &amp; of course it will be your first priority. Cewahhh. Betol kott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidiladha. Btw, Petua Mendapat Duit Raya boleh apply untuk raya haji kali nie. Jgn malu-malu segan-segan nk amalkan petua tuh okayy. We all deserve a Duit Raya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya nk nikmati cuti saya. Saya nk pergi jauh-jauh. Hahah. Dun wory I'll keep myself alive. Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-756527761864760644?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/756527761864760644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/assalamualaikum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/756527761864760644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/756527761864760644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-9120344682308625503</id><published>2009-11-12T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:35:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye!</title><content type='html'>Morning!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mandi-Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Packing-Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Breakfast-Belum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Cuci kereta-Belum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Update blog-Dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of you Happy Holiday! &amp; Sorry if I have done anything wrong to you.&lt;br /&gt;See you next semester. Byeeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-9120344682308625503?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9120344682308625503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9120344682308625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/9120344682308625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye.html' title='Bye!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-3241565649359223862</id><published>2009-11-10T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:23:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya bebas!</title><content type='html'>Hello semuaaa!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah first of all,final gua dah tamat. Okay yg tu x cukup menggemparkan lg. Yg lebih panass nya sekarang nie gua mau ckp sama lu gua sudah check out from kolejj! Whoah sumpah bangga habis sampai bawak kereta tadi senyumm sinis konon nk bgtau dkt semua org tepi jalan termasuk papa guard &amp; mama guard korang dah x dapat tgk aku lg dah sem dpn,hahah!! Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas nie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE:&lt;br /&gt;1.Pandangan jelek dari Pak Guard dekat pintu masuk apabila melihat aku dgn raut wajah runsing mcm nk jawab Sodoku padahal tgh wondering berapa umur aku.Hahah maaf ye Pak Cik, lps nie pak cik dah xbole nk tahan saya dpn pagar semata2 nak tanya umur saya berapa, ngerti kamuu??. &amp; FYI, I AM 20th years old.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Berjalan kaki dari kolej ke kandang setiap hari selepas habis jemaah Isyak (Ustaz sorang je yg pegi surau yg lain semua tunggu dia dalam bilik,hehe) yg mengambil masa lebih 10 minit untuk makan malam. Itu antara sebab kenapa habis lemak aku hilang sepanjang duduk kat Puncak sampai x tahan sejuk menggeletar tangan dalam kelas time final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Menaiki tangga tinggi2 tiap kali habis kelas untuk sampai ke bilik. FYI, bilik kitaorang 2nd last dari atas sekali jadik memang klu dah naik baringg sumpah malas gilaa nk turun bwh balik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Beratur panjang-panjang dkt cafe mahu pun dining untuk beli mkn tgh hari sebab ramai sgt orang beli makanan,sampai kadang rasa macam baik puasa aja dari menunggu turn nak mencedok nasi masuk dlm pinggan. (Hahah konon la padahal tunggu jugak dgn muka penuh harapan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Pakai kad matrik setiap kali nak masuk pejabat kolej. Omg klu ikutkan hati nak aja bukak paip pili bomba pegi sembur dkt muka staff kaunter hadapan yg paksa aku pakai kat matrik &amp; pegi potong rambut time registration. Klu x pakai kad matrik &amp; potong rambut tanak layan. Wah wah aku sumpah ko duduk dkt kaunter tuh sampai mati,amekkk kau! Hahah tadela bang saya gurau aja xheran dah punn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nie aku nak reply komen korang from last post,haha. Wah wah Ika ckp I should publish my own magazine! Baiklah sem dpn aku tkr kos nk jadi editor. Haha gila berangann, well blog nie sebenarnya adalah satu medium untuk aku alurkan, ehhhhh bukan la, alirkan perasaan hyper di kala keboringan di samping membantu masalah kestressan realiti kehidupan,cewahhhhhh! So aktifkan dirimuuu Saifol Haroon! Ngeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all of your feedback,muahhh muahhh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now excuse me I have a solat to pray lah. You know you love me, XOXO. Zaasssssssssssssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-3241565649359223862?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3241565649359223862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/saya-bebas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3241565649359223862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/3241565649359223862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/saya-bebas.html' title='Saya bebas!'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699799857018588771.post-2322960759697260415</id><published>2009-11-07T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:20:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petua Menghadapi Final</title><content type='html'>Yaw yaw yaw whazzupp whazzupp! Panass! Mmg panasss! Haha good evening to all of you. I'm so sure that many of you bersusah payah menahan segala godaan untuk study. Mata disengkangkan, kaki dikangkangkan,ehhhh jgnnnn...xperlu.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kpd para peminat saya yg bkn student UiTM,(ye saya tau saya bajet lebih,haha)daku tgh berada di Musim Perang. Bkn perang manusia,tetapi perang periksa. Ye mama saya tau ini bkn masa berblogging its actually masa untuk reading tetapi I just want to share with you another hot issue, which is......jeng jeng jeng...Petua Menghadapi Final Cara Saifol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Resetkan Modemmu&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friends, internet antara godaan yg sangatlah kuat sehingga mampu membuat anda naik syahwattt! Oopss,hahah. Facebook, Youtube, &amp; Skype antaranya mampu membuatkan anda terpaku di hadapan laptop &amp; PC sampai meleleh air liur basi! Haa jadi, bg menstopkan fenomena ketagihan dunia tanpa sempadan nie, apa kata gatalkan tgn untuk resetkan modem internet mu! Haaa confirm ko x ble melayari internet selama bbrp minggu (depends la klu TM hantar org cpt ke lambat)justeru ko mampu fokus untuk menuntut ilmu. X gituuu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Letupkn TVmu&lt;br /&gt;Ohh FYI,rumah kitaorg TV meletop sb merajuk tuan die xbwk die pegi UK sekali. (Nama tuan die Sharir Salleh, sila add dkt facebook,haha) We use LCD but unfortunately gambar die x terang. So klu tgk cerita pun xpuas lalu mematikan nafsu menonton Nur Kasih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Tampalkan Carry Markmu&lt;br /&gt;Haa nie bole tahan berkesan la sebenarnya,haha. Taktik nie mampu menyedarkan diri ko adakah ko bakal pulang dari exam berpakaian atau tidak. Dlm erti kata lain, pulang dgn kebogelan atau kejayaan. Klu carry mark rendah, ha tunggu apa lg?? Pegi bukak buku skrg. Fhmmmm??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Elakkan berada di Tilammu&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nk study subject theory,jgn study sambil baring,nanti tertido bgn pagi bau hancing.Ehh bkn, sebenarnya nk avoid tertido time study nanti terjaga dah pagi then satu apa pun x baca lg. Chuakkkkk takkk??? Oh my dior sumpah chuakkk. So pastikan study dlm position yg betoll yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum berundur izinkkan saya umumkan penaja utama petua kali ini ialah Cik Izyan Blablabla yg membuat requestnya personally mlm td. hahah. FYI Miss Gorgiggs, I dah jumpa pic ajaib dgn u time konvo hari tu. Here  it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/SvVUlOwZnOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1VKOJcIe74g/s1600-h/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/SvVUlOwZnOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1VKOJcIe74g/s320/DSC_0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401316326693772514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee saya pendek T_T But heyy,die pakai high heels la mmg la I kalah okay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So studylah hard &amp; smart lps tuh pegi wyg terdekat tgk Pisau Cukur sumpah best xtipu! Pegi cepat2 sebelum terlambat sebab bg setiap pembelian tiket akan dpt free pisau cukur pakai buang dari Schick! selagi stok masih ada. I dpt satu smlm,haha. Adios Amigos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5699799857018588771-2322960759697260415?l=lastconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2322960759697260415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/petua-menghadapi-final.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2322960759697260415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699799857018588771/posts/default/2322960759697260415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastconclusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/petua-menghadapi-final.html' title='Petua Menghadapi Final'/><author><name>Saifol Haroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477502676017921001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/TSbFYjwYsHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CeNHQlrd6i8/S220/167824_485046463299_639048299_5997992_7234794_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8fQtV_pQkw/SvVUlOwZnOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1VKOJcIe74g/s72-c/DSC_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
