<?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-3076484439791963969</id><updated>2011-10-10T17:44:43.552+08:00</updated><category term='Daily Rants'/><category term='Provocative Thought'/><category term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Along The Train Ride..</title><subtitle type='html'>..thoughts and experiences are expressed in words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-7410942186593168770</id><published>2011-02-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:53:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>Hurm I really hate when plans are changed, yet no one give any sort notification. Don't any of you realize that some people might have some other plans that have to be cancelled just to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;to your plan? Yes I'm venting now but urgh, this is unacceptable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate people nagging. But, who likes? To make this worse, I heard people been&amp;nbsp;nagging( despite it was not targeted at me) for the whole day today, and man, I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm done venting. Now, let's talk about something good. I had a good time this few days. I don't need to bring my super duper heavy laptop to college anymore to keep me from getting bored. Instead, now I got a lightweight card game that can be finished within an hour. Oh how great is that. Now that I don't have to worry about finding a plug point, or heat from the laptop, I only need to worry getting a space large enough to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;my games. Well, at least this game allows me to play by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-7410942186593168770?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7410942186593168770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/02/race-for-galaxy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7410942186593168770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7410942186593168770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/02/race-for-galaxy.html' title='Race for the Galaxy'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4603560599831101373</id><published>2011-01-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:25:35.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Devalues Musicians</title><content type='html'>It has been a huge trend nowadays where companies such as Volkswagen which uses Facebook to create a hype for their products and this is done by organizing competitions where Facebookers need to 'like' the contestants. It is a cheap way, or perhaps, even a cost-free, non-hassle for the organizers. This creates a huge,biased decisions to select the winner as it seems like THE CONTESTANTS ASKED FRIENDS,FRIENDS OF FRIENDS, &amp;amp; FAMILY TO 'LIKE' THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me how this musicians that won the competition truly deserved the title or the prize. It looks like the industry is deciding their best based on who knows more people, not who can play the best music. &amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;remember the golden age of Myspace, where the site only acts as a platform for indie musicians to showcase their talents, not as &amp;nbsp;a capitalists tools to 'use' musicians for their own profit. Of course, this new 'hip' band that won the competition might not last long because of the&amp;nbsp;insincere&amp;nbsp;way of winning, but how sure are we nowadays that the next 'hip' band is not famous because of the same modus operandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, while people think that this is the indie era where a lot of independent musicians come to surface and become famous in the mainstream world, I highly doubt so. For me, this is the end of the golden era where independent musicians stop playing msuci to express themselves but to gain profit or become famous. I miss the time where I listened to Butterfingers for its provocative lyrics and many others which has surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this dark age be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4603560599831101373?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4603560599831101373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook-devalues-musicians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4603560599831101373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4603560599831101373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook-devalues-musicians.html' title='Facebook Devalues Musicians'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4230266219004672520</id><published>2011-01-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:47:46.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rant: Fragments</title><content type='html'>Place: Musa Bistro&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Having a deep thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feel like I'm alone at this current moment. Speaker are blasting some soft 80's rock/disco songs, Not really sure. Well, there is Jeremy, sleeping on the swing at the current time. KLCC is brightly lit, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of cars has passed by my seat. Everyone seems eager to get back to their destination, ignoring others. &amp;nbsp;My fingers are shaking, typing this post. I really really cannot shake off this feeling. Hurm thinking back what i have been doing and experiencing for this past few years, changed me a lot. Some moments are difficult to handle, but that is how human grows up right. Each time those memories crept up my mind&amp;nbsp;unanticipatedly, my knees will go weak, my heart will pound like there is some kind of a timer attached to it, not a pretty experience to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question. WHY? I felt like I'm an unclean one, as shards of these memories stabbed me repeatedly. Jokes are sling all around, yet nothing heals. Loneliness. Some people bear with it. Some are content. Some people, forced to love it. No, this emptiness is not about love. This is a journey, searching for shards or fragments that were left by me when I embarked on this life adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the city life. Or perhaps, our mentality. Greeting strangers seems wrong to the&amp;nbsp;uninitiated, being kind surprised others. Value? I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;say that it is non-existent, but how much does it worth?&amp;nbsp;We are not humble, we are just, polite. I am just an empty vessel, ever longing for the little fragments to fill me. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4230266219004672520?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4230266219004672520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-rant-fragments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4230266219004672520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4230266219004672520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-rant-fragments.html' title='Daily Rant: Fragments'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-8998311073081632312</id><published>2010-11-17T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T05:14:43.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Daily Rants: Distant</title><content type='html'>I guess this is how i think about myself. &amp;nbsp;It is either i am the one who is setting aside myself from the others or i am just another being in everyone's life. I walk alone, I keep everything to myself, and now I'm wondering why. As I see myself in the mirror, I'm wondering whether my other self in the mirror feel any sort of loneliness. I forgot since when did i keep my distance to everyone else, and why. Whenever everyone is smiling and having joy, I will sit at one corner and smile alone, enjoying the moment. Whenever everyone rushes to celebrate something, I made excuses. I see pictures of them, but not mine. I don't feel sad, yet I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the others' back. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-8998311073081632312?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8998311073081632312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/11/daily-rants-distant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/8998311073081632312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/8998311073081632312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/11/daily-rants-distant.html' title='Daily Rants: Distant'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-636517151802266632</id><published>2010-11-16T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:41:57.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Thought'/><title type='text'>Provocative Thought 03: Gray Line</title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing for so long that i felt blogger.com is almost a stranger. I still remember the time when i was so hyped up about writing for blog, and now i wish i still retain the same old passion. I think I'm a sad old man now, maybe due to my song&amp;nbsp;playlist. oh well, enough with the chit-chat for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is nothing that be considered as a pure black and white. there is always a fine line that differentiating these two, or a gray line where just and unjust are judged from perspectives. I think this view of mine helps me in evaluating a person. Humans have a tendency to view themselves as the white dwellers and judge others who are different as black dwellers. It is so bad that these white dwellers start to assume that they know every reason of black dwellers' action and reaction. We are playing the role of God, passing judgement and punishment without even thinking twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-636517151802266632?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/636517151802266632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/11/gray-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/636517151802266632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/636517151802266632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/11/gray-line.html' title='Provocative Thought 03: Gray Line'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-6945349012380006471</id><published>2010-06-26T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:00:16.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thoughts 09: Architecture of Humanity</title><content type='html'>I believe that some events &amp;nbsp;that happened to us in our lives are scripted. Some people might say it's fate or miracle, while the non-believers will simply shout coincidence. However, despite all this scripted events, it all boils down to us, on how we gonna make use of the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a story, happened on 2010's New Year. After a drinking session with Jeremy, both of us decided for a dinner at Clique. Somehow, a couple from&amp;nbsp;Netherlands decided to have a drinks at Clique on their first day in Malaysia and miraculously/coincidentally/fatefully (You can cross anything that is irrelevant to you) sat beside us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now it all boils down to any of us: Me, Jeremy, or one of the couple to begin a conversation. &amp;nbsp;If it's any of you guys, will you greet a stranger that sit next to you in a restaurant/train/anything? So now here I am, made a bold move by greeting them. All of us became friends that night, they bought us a round of drinks and they saw a spectacular fireworks on their first day here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, this chain of events&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;happen right away but from a collection of decisions made by many&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;simultaneously which someday going to trigger certain events. It's like there is a type of Architecture that plans everything in this world, but we, as a&amp;nbsp;Builder, will decide on what sort of quality will the structure be. I believe that this is the Architecture of Humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-6945349012380006471?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6945349012380006471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/06/architecture-of-humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6945349012380006471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6945349012380006471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/06/architecture-of-humanity.html' title='Unnecessary Thoughts 09: Architecture of Humanity'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-5118028701454861747</id><published>2010-03-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:01:21.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 08: Future</title><content type='html'>Time: 2 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: Wangsa Maju's playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a talk with my own cousin about works and such when it suddenly hits me that most of my peers around my age are working or going to work soon, but im still stuck at doing diploma. I have been wasting my time for several years because of my stupidity. I also realized that there is still a long road ahead for me to catch up with them, and i only have 5 years to get enough money for my 'settling down' plan. &amp;nbsp;And despite of all the planning that i did to make sure everything went smooth, future might hold a surprise for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate future for the fact that it is unpredictable, and sometimes, even after doing the best that you can, the result will still be bad. I know the term of silver lining bla bla bla, but that is uttered only by the&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;who is not experiencing the bad moment.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;simply tired of&amp;nbsp;listening&amp;nbsp;to all those meaningless&amp;nbsp;consolation&amp;nbsp;because it doesn't help. Tell me how can it help. In fact, usually people don't pay heed to all those consolation and at times, it only caused more grievance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the uncertainty of future give us a sparks of hope, but don't any of you wish that you want to know what will happen next so that you can prevent it? Don't you worry that your kids might turn up as a bad person, the business that you are handling right now might go for bankruptcy and how about, if your spouse is&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;to cheat on you one day? Isn't it scary being left in the dark for all those reasons? The reason why I hate future so much? I spent thousands of&amp;nbsp;bucks&amp;nbsp;to get my certificate, what if the job that i get isn't the one that pay much. Owh and i'm wondering who am i destined to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-5118028701454861747?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5118028701454861747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/03/unnecessary-thought-08-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5118028701454861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5118028701454861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/03/unnecessary-thought-08-future.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 08: Future'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4971428155124474028</id><published>2010-03-16T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:33:06.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rant: Big City</title><content type='html'>When I first heard Empire States of Mind by Jay-Z, i recalled where i'm originated from,a small town called Kuantan. Every country in this world has its own big city, like America with it's NY, and Malaysia with its KL. When im still living in Kuantan,i used to think how dead the town was, and I aspired to go to KL where I believe that everything is sweet and bright, without realizing that everything that exists got its other side that I never think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions drive people to this cities. It's the centre of opportunity and pinnacle of successes. Stories about how people become The Man or The Lady at the these cities give one big, clear picture: Success awaits you here. But is it true? How many people become a made men in NY/KL and how many that failed and end up as waiter or salesperson at some shops. How many chose the dark path(illegal) to become rich in a short time, failing to compete with others in the right path(legal). Social securities start to become a big problem with the surge of opportunity seekers as 7/10(that's my own made-up figures. Don't take it seriously) failed but chose not to leave and gamble with their luck. Price start to hike up and big figures wage means nothing anymore. The healthy competition starts to become a survival of the fittest and society start taking its toll and heading down the drain. My brother chose a peaceful life, same goes to my sister and my parents(basically, my whole family is leaving me here) and the only reason why i'm planning to stay is because of the city's colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4971428155124474028?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4971428155124474028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-rant-big-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4971428155124474028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4971428155124474028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-rant-big-city.html' title='Daily Rant: Big City'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4775513063290153793</id><published>2010-02-18T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:13:58.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 07: Goodbye, LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I don’t know which category is this post about. Most probably it is just an unnecessary post where it affect no one, or it is just a rant. A stupid rant due to my immaturity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;There is a fact about love where at times, love doesn’t mean you guys should be together. There are millions of reasons of how we shouldn’t be together such as age, distance, or even heraldry. This is a reason why love can be such a pain in the ass and also at times, caused me to lose faith in the four letter word. It has been said, mumbled, uttered by countless people on Earth. Love is like a double agent, creeping behind you, so beautiful yet so painful at the same time, ready to backstab you any moment without you realizing it. How could you define love? Being comfortable with someone? Or just a plain spark in your heart that can die at any moment? Maybe it is just hormone? Plus, how long do people take to realize that what they are having is love? Days? Months? Years? In fact, someone that you are with currently may not be your true love. Marriage is just a bond, easy to break indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I am sorry, LOVE. This love-hate relationship that I’m having with you is unbearable, especially in the state I’m currently in. No more of you may be a good thing. Take care, and sweet dream. A long, dreamless sleep. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4775513063290153793?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4775513063290153793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unnecessary-thought-07-goodbye-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4775513063290153793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4775513063290153793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unnecessary-thought-07-goodbye-love.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 07: Goodbye, LOVE'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-7360039053423784527</id><published>2010-02-12T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:52:34.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 06: Learning</title><content type='html'>We will learn something new everyday in our life, let it be something huge like rocket science to something as&amp;nbsp;minuscule&amp;nbsp;as knowing your own&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;color, but for sure it's new. we look at things, we observe, and we find the answer inside of us. How we learn is up to us, how hard is it is also depend on us. The journey of life is wondrous where at times can be funny, sad, frustrating but always meaningful in some way. In this journey, we will make mistakes. A lot of it. Don't be sad or grumpy because of it, yet be glad for that mistake. That is how you learn stuffs, and how you discover yourself in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask, whether the glass is half-empty, or half-full. But do you realize that at times, it is not what you should ask,&amp;nbsp;instead&amp;nbsp;you should ask yourself, are you grateful for the half-filled glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This post is dedicated to a person whom i close with, that is flying to china anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-7360039053423784527?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7360039053423784527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unnecessary-thought-05-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7360039053423784527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7360039053423784527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unnecessary-thought-05-learning.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 06: Learning'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-388372811770839519</id><published>2010-02-02T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:53:50.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unncesssary Thought 05: Kaleidoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whenever you look at me, you will sense nothing other than an ordinary boy you see every day in your life, walking through his life ignoring others. There is nothing special about me, although I believed that everyone is made special by God. While one can see me as a friendly guy or someone that always keeps his thoughts to himself, I am just a mere decoration in this God-made world where my actions may or may not cause a ripple to others. One thing I took quite a liking is expressing my own thoughts or ideals in my blog. It has been a plane where things that I expressed rarely affect others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Some might say I am being too pessimist to enjoy my life, but I would rather think that I am a realist. For me, being an optimist can cause us to see things only from one side, while I prefer looking at things from every angle, since things might mean something else when we do so. This may be a particular reason why I’m into advertising, since I am required to think from an angle different than ordinary human do. I believe that every single element means something, let it be a dot of colour or a line and while they may seem adjacent, things might be different when they are combined. From an Architecture Design class, a series of connected dots form a line, two connected lines make a plane, while 3 lines forms a dimension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-388372811770839519?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/388372811770839519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unncesssary-thought-05-kaleidoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/388372811770839519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/388372811770839519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/02/unncesssary-thought-05-kaleidoscope.html' title='Unncesssary Thought 05: Kaleidoscope'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-8752197943506705388</id><published>2010-01-07T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:47:35.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Thought'/><title type='text'>Provocative Thought 02: Promise</title><content type='html'>We have been promising many people in our life for many reasons, but how many of those promises have been broken? To some, promise is a sacred word while to others, its just a mere word which imply no meaning except to gain confidence from people. How many people have succumbed into believing those words uttered by the people they trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can never predict the future, yet we stil throw that word around. "I promise you that" and "I promise you this".. How sure are they when it comes out from their mouth that by tomorrow, their hearts are still unwavering and &amp;nbsp;they won't go astray from a path that they promised to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are mere humans, and we tend to make mistakes and there are things that are out of our control. I, myself, tend to not delivering my promises on occasion, and I&amp;nbsp;realized too many people have been disappointed by me. How about you? How strong is your promises, and how good it is as assurance, to soothe others minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;unpredictability&amp;nbsp;of promise makes it lose its meaning. There are no need for us to pronounce that word again. Enough with a simple sentence of "I will do my best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This post is inspired by Wani Ardy's song, Please. The official video clip is as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SupgtdEfXmY"&gt;Wani Ardy's Please Official Video Clip&lt;/a&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/3076484439791963969-8752197943506705388?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8752197943506705388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/01/provocative-thought-02-promise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/8752197943506705388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/8752197943506705388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/01/provocative-thought-02-promise.html' title='Provocative Thought 02: Promise'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-7032464651900455480</id><published>2010-01-03T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:10:58.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 04: Myopia</title><content type='html'>I think almost everyone knows the&amp;nbsp;existence of social networking site in our life, that i think has revolutionized the way we communicate with our acquaintances. If im not mistaken, Friendster is the 1st site that has created this trend, where its first vision is to help people find their old friends or classmates. Equipped with a simple interface for ease of use and not to scare away potential members, Friendster stride with a big success among other social networking site like Hi5 and Myspace. Later on, Myspace suddenly become a huge success and and now, it's Facebook and Twitters' turn while Friendster seems to lose it's fan base already. Why? Why cant Friendster keep it's own fans, and seemingly Myspace is facing the same problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: They became myopic, where they were so accustomed to their own success that they forgot to keep evolving, to keep the interest on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few years, Myspace can hardly get Friendster users to sign up even though it holds an advantage over Friendster, which is customized layout. The reason is because not everyone is good in programming, so there are hardly any people that utilized that function. That is, until someone created layout generator, where users can just pick specific color and pictures and voila! they got their own&amp;nbsp;customized&amp;nbsp;layout and if they are good enough, they can even have a full Flash layout. Soon after that, thousands started joining Myspace, and Friendster started losing its users. It took Friendster quite some time to realize the advantage that Myspace holds, and when Frienster started having its own custom layout, potential users have their eyes on Myspace already and old users that flocked to Mypace&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;really feel like going back.. Friendster layout customization tool also pose another problem where it was too rigid compared to Myspace. (I think they were trying to keep the ease-of-use features)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace enjoyed its golden time for a couple of years, with almost no changes made to their site, until Facebook came out of nowhere with its apps to entice users (but also filled with bugs). Unlike Friendster, Myspace responded early by adding its own app as well, and Facebook also has another problem, the interface seems alien to many people. Only enthusiast joined in at first, but then they discovered the biggest advantage that&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;has..commnicating with friends much easier than any other social networking site. With this thing unraveled. Facebook started gaining popularity and Myspace suddenly look bleak even with its custom layout and apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Friendster have a new look and feel to it, like a newborn baby while Myspace added some stuffs that is also featured in Facebook.&amp;nbsp;Somehow, i felt like both wont recover from this state and will always be overshadowed by Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i wrote this post? Hurm imagine this is a human to human relationship, you guys will see one of the main reason why many relationship failed. And yeah, once your girl/boy have their gaze on someone else, it is almost too late for you to change. Do not be myopic. Even when you are married to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-7032464651900455480?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7032464651900455480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/01/unncesssary-thought-04-myopia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7032464651900455480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7032464651900455480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/01/unncesssary-thought-04-myopia.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 04: Myopia'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4921713362841106674</id><published>2009-12-28T06:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:50:30.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rant: What time is it?</title><content type='html'>On 27th of December, an event was held to rock the music scene in Malaysia. An event that was inspired by our own Jason Lo to gather talented rock bands and musicians in one place to perform and show to our fellow Malaysian that the indie/underground scene also has its own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock The World 9.Yeah that's the name of the event. This year, more than 60 bands were invited to perform on 3 stages at Stadium Bukit Jalil&amp;nbsp;car park.The stages, named as Main Stage, Indie Stage, and Chill Out Stage, all held different kind of musicians, yet still pursue the same ambition, to rock our day. The event started from 12 P.M. till late ( delayed for almost an hour if im not mistaken due to heavy rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the event introduction. I went there with Jeremy, Cheryl, Jeff and John. There was a bump before we entered the place where Cheryl forgot to bring her ticket. Luckily John has some extra cash with him to pay for her ticket. When we went in, I was a bit disappointed seeing how small the crowd is&lt;br /&gt;compared to Rock The World 6. The main campus was starting late so most of the audience hang around at Indie Stage which was hosted by two bad emcees. I should give them some credits for their relentless effort to&amp;nbsp;entertain&amp;nbsp;the crowd even though the most of the crowd were ignoring the emcees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the main stage finally started, most of the crowds shifted to the main stage, leaving the other two almost empty. The opening act were by two bands from Hypptunes Band Search Tour winners, Wynken Delirium and Pitbull Inc. respectively. Both gave such a good performance that the crowd was cheering for more. However the band that affect me to write this post is Federated, the third performing band. Even though their lyrics awere funny in some way, but they held some deep meaning. One part of the song is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Orang Jawa tak makan tempe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau orang Jawa tak makan tempe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orang Jawa makan apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry lah kawan, I tak makan tempe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I makan KFC, McDonald..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, that part means, many Malaysians nowadays starting to forget their own roots or cultures and they adopt this mindset where everything from the Western world is cool and ignoring the beauty of their own culture. There is also this song called "Mak, nak ekk ekk(means shit)" and most of us got captivated by this touching song. It is about where we keep asking stuffs from our mom, and our mom will try her best to grant our wish, just because she doesn't want to see her children to suffer. Folk, start saying thanks to your mom from now okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the bands that performed on Main Stage gave good performance except for few which i think not entirely their fault. The emcee for main stage is also much better than indie stage, Fadhil (if im not mistaken). He really knows how to control the rowdy crowd and hyped them up. Sadly, the crowd is too rowdy that they ignored the safety of others. I dont mind about them doing some mosh pits but when they started punching and kicking the bystanders, it may caused some fights. I believed that most of the people that ignore the safety of others were mostly&amp;nbsp;teenagers&amp;nbsp;with hot blood that just wanted to get into mosh pit thinking that it is cool to do that..Ergh..By the way, Jeremy got freaked out seeing how people act in mosh pit..haha. Owh i was also amazed seeing how crowd, starting from small changed to huge after 7. I can hardly move around freely by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the time we got back from RTW, my feet were aching, my&amp;nbsp;legs&amp;nbsp;were covered in mud, and my body was crying for a lie down. Had to turn down John's invitation for dinner. Handphone got problem because of the rain. Regretted for having such a short-duration call. Overall, it was a day filled with good and not-so-good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever it is, extracted from Fadhil's favourite question during the event,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"What time is it??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's time to ROCK THE WORLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4921713362841106674?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4921713362841106674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-what-time-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4921713362841106674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4921713362841106674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-what-time-is-it.html' title='Daily Rant: What time is it?'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4131583887107547945</id><published>2009-12-15T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:05:02.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rant: Half-full or half-empty?</title><content type='html'>I feel like it is meaningless now and for some reason, everything seems vague to some extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4131583887107547945?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4131583887107547945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-half-full-or-half-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4131583887107547945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4131583887107547945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-half-full-or-half-empty.html' title='Daily Rant: Half-full or half-empty?'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-1688461925563910801</id><published>2009-12-14T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:08:38.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Daily Rant: Langkawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV0G4VIHRI/AAAAAAAAATs/UM-BKqjP8iA/s1600-h/langkawi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV0G4VIHRI/AAAAAAAAATs/UM-BKqjP8iA/s320/langkawi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pretty tiring week for me. As some of you know. i went to langkawi few days ago and yes,it was a hell of experience. Even before taking the plane, i met interesting people, an Australian drifter who despised civilization and believes in commune with nature. However, not all is good, a complication happened due to bad planning(however, i believed that it was a blessing in disguise) where while most tourist just do island hopping, we had to do some hotel hopping. Most hotels were booked and we are left with only 1 night stay per hotel.&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/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV2VN9jFfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2exbNN1i7hE/s1600-h/langkawi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV2VN9jFfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2exbNN1i7hE/s320/langkawi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV4UeuwNMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_6tRC9GW5qo/s1600-h/langkawi+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV4UeuwNMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_6tRC9GW5qo/s320/langkawi+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are few interesting places worth to be&amp;nbsp;mentioned&amp;nbsp;in this post. the first one is Galeria Perdana (Prime Gallery), which if im not mistaken, is owned by our 4th Prime&amp;nbsp;Minister, Tun Mahathir Mohamad. This gallery got collections of gifts given by various people to Tun and pictures of him during his prime time. If you feel like having a view on top of this beautiful island, you can visit the Oriental Village where you can have a ride in the cable car. Even though this place adorned the Oriental word, yet there is no such thing as oriental in this place. In fact, it is so misleading that i felt like it is more of an amusement park rather than an oriental village. Mahsuri's Tomb is also a place worth to pay a visit, where you can learn the history of Mahsuri, of which made this island almost a legend in many eyes. However, during my visit there, i was a bit sad looking at how Mahsuri has been&amp;nbsp;commercialized. So don't imagine that her tomb is out of civilization's touch since it will disappoint you like&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;it did to me. One activity to be highlighted here is island hopping where you will be taking a boat ride to three islands for the duration of around 3 1/2 to 4 hours. The sight of jade-colored sea running through your boat is an experience that you will cherish for many years to come. The first island that i was brought to is called Pregnant Maiden Island, which also houses one of the biggest lake, the Pregnant Maiden Lake. Legend said that a mother will be fertile after drinking the water from the lake. After the lake visit, I was brought to Wet Rice Island to see some eagle feeding. It was an interesting view. Later on, i was sent to a small island with white sandy beach. One thing to note about this island hopping, don't wear shoes or heels. Most advisable is flip-flop. Another thing is, if you are looking a sense of adventure, don't take those big boats or the one that covered you from&amp;nbsp;seawater. Pick the one that most fishermen use. I'm glad that i picked the right boat for this session. by the way, if you want to save some money, don't go for agents but look for them yourself. You can get cheaper price that way. I don't know how to end this post with a good conclusion, so i guess this is it. Visit Langkawi when you have the time. You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-1688461925563910801?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1688461925563910801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-langkawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1688461925563910801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1688461925563910801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-rant-langkawi.html' title='Daily Rant: Langkawi'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SyV0G4VIHRI/AAAAAAAAATs/UM-BKqjP8iA/s72-c/langkawi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-3097967112116061145</id><published>2009-12-09T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:49:00.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 03: Love Letter &amp; Chocolate</title><content type='html'>As i promised, here comes a post about love. Love? What is love? merely a word? Or expression? Perhaps even a dream, where it is always in front of your own eyes, but out of your reach. If love exist, what is true love? If you considered that having a lasting relationship with someone is a true love, are you saying your previous relationships are based on fake feeling? If it is fake, why did it came from your mouth that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx7niAh36mI/AAAAAAAAATk/T0fKyVJBRVM/s1600-h/love+letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx7niAh36mI/AAAAAAAAATk/T0fKyVJBRVM/s320/love+letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough with these nonsensical questions. I am here to preach about modern love and classic love. Skip and throw away all those pictures of love movie that you have in mind right now. Cheryl and Bowie both see modern love as a less-honesty based feeling compared to classic love. It is how we approach love that differentiates modern and classic love where we has always been spontaneous in direct in our approach nowadays. This is also the main reason why Valentine Day lose its meaning. In fact, we don't really anticipate the coming of V-day as the people before us did. Why do we change in the first place? If classic love is so good, why does it evolve to something worse? Isn't evolution means the ability to adapt? Isn't evolution a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at the classic love deeper, we will see how twisted can it be, causing it to evolve to modern love. Yes, we have been installed with the view of sending secret letters and chocolate as romantic, but has any of you experiencing it yourself? One thing that modern love still has from classic love is secret admirers. Most of you must have been admiring someone secretly. How does it feel? Exhausting isn't it? The desperateness is incomparable right? Now imagine this scenario, you aren't just admiring someone, but now you also has to wait for for his/her response to your love letter. It's double anticipation. Writing a love letter itself is a harder effort than just confessing your love personally. So if you are rejected, your hurt will be doubled compared to modern love. Your exhaustion also will be doubled since you are not just being a secret admirer, but you also have to wait for his/her reply to your letter. Cheryl also said that modern love has less direct communication, but if we think carefully about it, modern love is more direct, and require more courage. How many of you can muster the strength to meet your beloved one up-close and confess it full heartedly? And isn't confessing it is the most direct you can go instead of classic love, where the medium is via love letters and middle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more reasons why classic love is as twisted as modern love, but i will leave that up to all of you to think and decide. I admit that the thought of having classic love right now exist in my heart, being a romanticist, and pros of classic love seems to outweigh modern love's pros, but as what Bowie said, classic love doesn't work in today's world. So the question that still remains in my heart is, if modern love is bad, then how we, modern people, live with it and sustain the feeling so that it won't vanish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-3097967112116061145?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3097967112116061145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unnecessary-thought-03-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/3097967112116061145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/3097967112116061145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unnecessary-thought-03-love-letter.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 03: Love Letter &amp; Chocolate'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx7niAh36mI/AAAAAAAAATk/T0fKyVJBRVM/s72-c/love+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-5792819369540815551</id><published>2009-12-09T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:03:16.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Review 01: Shiseido Zen for Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nowadays, grooming is also important to men as it has always been for women. More and more grooming products are available for men or more accurately, metrosexual men, Few months ago, Shiseido came out with their new Zen series, available for men and women.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Made from bergamot and Kinkan accord, while strengthened by Nashi, Zen produced a mild musky kind of smell without overpowering its woody smell. There is also a hint of sweet juicy smell. Without compromising its masculinity, Zen really lives up to its name for producing a mild and smooth fragrance which remind you of tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx6-ntQmzYI/AAAAAAAAATc/QacLrc4AAy8/s1600-h/Shiseido+Zencollage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx6-ntQmzYI/AAAAAAAAATc/QacLrc4AAy8/s320/Shiseido+Zencollage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To give Zen a japanese theme, Zen is encased in a square-shaped glass which is a shape that is always used in japanese architecture. Zen also comes with two sizes, 50ml and 100ml. Parkson is selling it for RM175 and R250 respectively. However, the 100ml bottle also comes with a shaving cream, moisturizer for men, and travel pack EDT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here is my own Zen, made a collage out of it. Click on it to enlarge it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-5792819369540815551?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5792819369540815551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/review-01-shiseido-zen-for-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5792819369540815551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5792819369540815551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/review-01-shiseido-zen-for-men.html' title='Review 01: Shiseido Zen for Men'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sx6-ntQmzYI/AAAAAAAAATc/QacLrc4AAy8/s72-c/Shiseido+Zencollage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-5057399176766008525</id><published>2009-12-08T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:02:32.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Thought'/><title type='text'>Provocative Thought 01: Everlasting Happiness?</title><content type='html'>This post is inspired by Wani Ardy, a poetic musician. Hope that this statement will provoke your mind as it did to me and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;If you are granted a life full of excitement, will you get tired of it after some time? If excitement can be considered as happiness, does that mean it is not everlasting? will it be gone any time soon? Jeremy argued at first, that love is everlasting, and in my view, it lasts, but not everlasting (Mind you that we are talking about conditional love here). Jeremy argued that love can never fade, and in this part i pointed out that if it everlasting, why do we need to give some effort in keeping it. Why do you need a constant connection with the person that you love in order to stay in love. How many people succumbed to a pit of failed relationship just because he or she is too busy with work, while before this, he or she has been having a beautiful relationship. This is why i said love lasts,not everlasting since you need to put effort to keep it gleaming and shining, and without the effort, it will fade, which is equal of not everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those heated conversation, Jeremy still thinks that conditional love is everlasting, i still stand by my point. Am i pessimist and Jeremy is an optimist? Or i am one of those realist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Talking about love, don't u think the classic love and modern love is almost a different entity, albeit sharing the word, love. That will be argued in my next post. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-5057399176766008525?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5057399176766008525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/provocative-thought-01-everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5057399176766008525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5057399176766008525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/provocative-thought-01-everlasting.html' title='Provocative Thought 01: Everlasting Happiness?'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-1372104688247073909</id><published>2009-12-07T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:44:38.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 02: Human's Complication 001</title><content type='html'>Human is a unique creature, or more accurately, a weird being. Humans have this kind of complex where they strive to strengthen their emotional state using any means, regardless of whether the emotion is good or bad. has any of you realized that during breakup, you tend to listen to love/breakup songs, love movies while you know by doing that it will only increase your heartbroken feeling. it is almost like a human nature to relate themselves to some events so that it will relieves their feelings. and has any of you ever had this situation where you listen to some songs and start saying "hey this is happening to me too" and start listening to same song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, music scene in malaysia is changing. some said we are losing our identity and roots, while others said that we are heading to a modern soundscape. which side are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-1372104688247073909?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1372104688247073909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unnecessary-thought-02-humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1372104688247073909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1372104688247073909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unnecessary-thought-02-humans.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 02: Human&apos;s Complication 001'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4084811906191440300</id><published>2009-12-06T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:44:38.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnecessary Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Thought 01: Music Preferences</title><content type='html'>Hurm i guess im quite bad at keeping my promise of getting this blog updated regularly. Okay,i guess im going back to basic, the 1st reason why i had this blog, which is to voice out my opinions on matters instead of making this blog as another non-private diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some small talks with my brother yesterday, this thought came into my mind. has any of you guys ever think what shaped your preferences in music today.why do you like certain type of songs instead of others.why is it hip-hop,tock or metal.what makes you tick when you listen to pop. was it because of what your parent s always listened to when you were a kid? or is it due to your own unique personality where you prefer something that packed with punchy,speedy kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make this clear to you, let me describe my family's preferred music. hurm my dad is a kampung boy, means that he was brought up in a surrounding of 60's malay songs. he is also an avid hindustan movie-goers. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;as my dad is kinda strict with his views on music, this means he never really understands why people like all those fast paced english songs. my brother, perhaps sharing my dad's DNA strains, is also the strict type, although not as strong. you can hardly persuade him to listen to some sort of new songs unless it is what most people like..follower-type i guess. but if you look at his childhood experience, you will understand how he became that type. during our childhood, i have always managed to get all those electronic privileges such as radio in my own room, walkman and many more. this means he is dependent on others to broaden his musical knowledge. All of us have different reasons, creating a whirlpool of colorful music interpretations in this world. so delve into yourselves deeper and discover why and how you evolve in this beautiful music world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4084811906191440300?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4084811906191440300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/provocative-thought-01-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4084811906191440300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4084811906191440300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/12/provocative-thought-01-music.html' title='Unnecessary Thought 01: Music Preferences'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-9090798037651878321</id><published>2009-10-10T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Black College</title><content type='html'>I was challenged by my friend to wear another college t-shirt in front of my lecturer, Mr Winston as he always uses that particular college as anexample...almost like my college and that college are nemesis :p and the catch for wearing it is that she will treat me for a lunch..anything that i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mr Winston classified people who wear that shirt while that person is actually a Taylorian is an idiot..so I guess now im a part of that group as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this kind of belly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;People still think I'm HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks Silky!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-9090798037651878321?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9090798037651878321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/9090798037651878321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/9090798037651878321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-college.html' title='Black College'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-238992964009955208</id><published>2009-10-08T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Continuation of another meaningless post..</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been tough on me. Assignments were stacking up and i was basically lazing around...Luckily last weekend was quite happening as some of the people I know is coming up with party one after another..Bel and I went from KL Sentral to PJ just to find shop that sells tax-free liquor and we ended up with a bottle of Bacardi Apple and few cans of some Thai beer called Jaz Beer. The drinking session consists of me, Frad, Bel, and some people that I didnt know(that time la....now of course know already) so i was pretty stiff that time( shy maa.....I always like this everytime I meet new people.Not good with the ice-breaking thingy). However after 2 mugs of rum, I started to open up and babbled a lot....nonsense crap i think..then we started playing games like dare-or-dare and "i never..."the reason why we stopped playing dare-or-dare is because all of us kena marah with the guard(actually more like kena whistled by the guard). After that, Chupp bought another bottle of vodka so we had another round of drinking... and i know i shouldn't be drinking that much as i had an open house by my uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning i woke up, i had a really really severe headache that i begged Frad to wait for awhile at Bel's house until i recovered abit so that i won't&amp;nbsp; vomit in his car. Because we were so hungry, wecancelled the trip of sending me back home to shower and go straight to Frad's place to shower, and I was sooo segan to borrow all the nice t-shirts, i picked the worse of all, the one that looks like kain buruk...and when i reached my Pak Ngah's place, i was shocked and felt like going back and cry...because everyone was wearing nice dress and shirts while i looked&amp;nbsp;like a beggar....so i went hide myself at the kitchen and just ate the kambing bakar until i cant handle anymore..seriously that was the biggest mistake for the weekend because i looked like i was hit by someone(mata bengkak tak cukup tidur), headache( yea right..more&amp;nbsp;like hangover) and old t-shirt...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly..karaoke session..won't write about it as it was not held last weekend, but this week..so i will leave the task of writing that review to someone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK I FELT SO LONELY NOW!!&lt;/strong&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/3076484439791963969-238992964009955208?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/238992964009955208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuation-of-another-meaningless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/238992964009955208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/238992964009955208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuation-of-another-meaningless.html' title='Continuation of another meaningless post..'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4794951255170336425</id><published>2009-09-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Holla People!!</title><content type='html'>It has been 1 month and a half since i updated this blog. and up until now, i dont really have anything to write about( or maybe because I just don't feel like writing). The reason why you guys can read this post also thanks to Lee Yee for forcing me to write random stuffs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be changing rapidly in front of my very own eyes. Some things that i wish would still be here, is not here anymore. Plus, assignments are KILLING me....and mid term tests are due next week but my body is still tired from the heavy duty tasks yesterday (Oh, shut up Zhaf! That's just an excuse for you to procrastinate and don't use tasks when you are actually having so much fun yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.. It's not really some tasks...I went to Pavillion to catch a movie, The Ugly Truth..thanks to Jeremy for forcing me to go XD..it's a nice movie..but beware to all those potential-to-be viewers, unless you are not dirty-minded people like me and Jeremy, be prepared to be left aghast with all the dirty jokes and terms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post.. I would like to ask a dear friend that i hold closely to my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;When was the last time you flicked your beans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4794951255170336425?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4794951255170336425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/09/holla-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4794951255170336425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4794951255170336425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/09/holla-people.html' title='Holla People!!'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-173521608496293405</id><published>2009-07-30T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow i felt like i cant continue my post before this. A lot of things has been happening around me and along the way, i think i have changed, and it's not for the better. I really felt like i am the lowest organism(please DO NOT read it as orgasme) due to several reasons. And it is not just affecting my life but also my friends that has been walking with me in this bumpy road. My emotional side has been raging inside of my mind that my pals are getting worried. becauseI seldomly smiles nowadays and the worst part is I cant even be honest about it. Not without destroying everything in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 4.40 a.m when Im writing this post. Reminiscing all the things that I have been doing with everyone in my current life makes it getting worst. Dreaming about a particular person for few days in a row. Dreaming abou all the things that we have been doing all along. Is there any meaning behind all of these? Or it is just a Test....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.50 a.m: My mind is going into blank mode soon. And yet this suffering won't go away anytime soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.20 a.m: Can i still retain all the (sweet) smiles as such as in these moments? Can i still smile like how i used to? Will they still be with me in the future? I wish Mouth of Truth can tell me that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SnC-lLjECZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ma7snDFpWUk/s400/Collages.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363996702162553234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-173521608496293405?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/173521608496293405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/173521608496293405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/173521608496293405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SnC-lLjECZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ma7snDFpWUk/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-2532192793246071678</id><published>2009-07-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the zoo dweller..</title><content type='html'>Well basically its my birthday but somehow all my birthday song got d zoo part in it..so i gues im one of d zoo dweller now....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*will be updated later..I am freaking tired now. Too many things happened in one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-2532192793246071678?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2532192793246071678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-zoo-dweller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/2532192793246071678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/2532192793246071678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-zoo-dweller.html' title='Happy Birthday to the zoo dweller..'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-1436707542113579881</id><published>2009-07-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>Kuala Lumpur, 8 Jul- Five teenagers were turned into kids due to unexplained reason. They were found in wet clothes, giggling and made loud noise in Sunway Lagoon. Reports were lodged by one the parents as their kid acted strangely a day before. That teen, Zharif,22, was reported as laughing alone in his room, and sometimes rolling on the carpet without any visible reason. At first his paret thought that their kid was having nervous breakdown as his college is starting soon....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of this crap!!! Okay, if you guys read mt post before this, I wrote that I will have an exciting day. It is actually a day where I and some of my college mates went to  Sunway Lagoon to have some fun. This Sunway Lagoon thingy is actually a change of plan where the original plan is actually having a BBQ party at Port Dickson. However due to the lack of participants, we changed it to this. A new friend tag along, Anthony, Mr Medic from Russia and thanks to him, we got a ride to Lagoon and home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go on with what happened at Lagoon. After all of us changed to our appropriate dress, we went straight to the thrill rides. However, after 2 rides, they decided to play Potty where i know i cant play.  However after being forced to join, I gave in and it was one of the decisions that i regret most because it left me moodless around 1 hour due to the dizziness i gained and i almost puked in another 3 rides afterwards. So guys, please dont force me to play that damn Potty thing again okay. After we finished up all the thrill rides, all of us went to the artificial beach where they got this cool looking entrance which will spray water on all sides. so we started to dance like those bollywood movies where they dance in the rain. one of the prupose we went there is to teach the girls how to swim but suddenly both of them felt reluctant. Haiz...... Owh we also stole/borrowed a float that were floating aimlessly without an owner( but we get to meet the owner after that. Haha...luckily he was pretty nice to us. He even let us used it afterward.) After that, Jeremy decided that we should get our own float, a double float which can be used by two people at the same time. *two??you guys already upgraded it to the one that can carry 5 people at the same time XD Okay dome time after that, me, Bubu, Anthony, and Cheryl played truth or dare where Jeremy's name is excluded here because he got no balls. What happened during the the game will be explained in the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRHnLBg0GDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/XRHnLBg0GDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh and then there is a magic carpet race track or something where 6 people can race to see who is the fastest and I am currently the undefeatable champion so basically all of of you can assume me as Michael Schumacher of magic carpet race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, we are so exhausted where none of us felt like walking, and all are so hungry that we decided to eat buffet at Hartz. I suffered muscle ache, Bubu and Cheryl got sunburned, and Jeremy went asleep in the car most of the time. Anthony...damn steady..mwahaha...okay..lets move on to the vids...Owh  yea..before i forgot, there is a secret/scandal erupted after the Lagoon ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRHnLBg0GDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/XRHnLBg0GDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sp93lBvCY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/7sp93lBvCY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e24gAvpHuEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/e24gAvpHuEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-1436707542113579881?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1436707542113579881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1436707542113579881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1436707542113579881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-machine.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-7836594814924900159</id><published>2009-07-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Shattered Dignity</title><content type='html'>This is a bit of old news but still, it is due to my tiredness that caused the delay. Okay..let's go on with the story without any unnecessary rant since i have to get ready for an exciting day tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rompin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt; for my uncle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;majlis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sambut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;menantu&lt;/span&gt;.( He just got married. So wish him something guys!!). Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rompin&lt;/span&gt; if any of you guys asking since it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; far, it is because that he is currently the Executive Chef and F&amp;amp;B Manager at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Serai&lt;/span&gt; D' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lanjut&lt;/span&gt; Resort, he decided it is better to held the ceremony there. Good thing for me too since I am in dire need of vacation. Plus it's very rare for all of us to gather like this nowadays. I have few pictures of the resort here but that can wait right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; i wrote like I have so many readers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played a few rounds of tennis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Frad&lt;/span&gt; sprained his ankle, and mostly a good exercise session for me. After the tennis session, I got myself cleaned up and readied myself for the event. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Long's family all wear suits ( so cool cause I felt like we are some sort of Mafia family already). My Ayah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chik's&lt;/span&gt; side is quite casual but I'm not sure if I included his family in the video or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for my two cousins, Nash and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Syada&lt;/span&gt; that represent my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; Lang side ( most of the family members went to UK) were stunning that night. So all of us marched toward the place where  food were served, people gathered,  and round tables were arranged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event started with a speech from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Long, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; Long became the emcee. After all of the non-fun part, here comes the best part, buffet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hurm&lt;/span&gt; we got Grill section, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Beriyani&lt;/span&gt; section, Salad section, and Dessert section. Since i can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;beriyani&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;, i narrowed my choices to just grilled food and some dessert items. I am not sure if i got the video in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; or not, but if i got, i will upload it later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here comes the moment where the title of this post concerned, the shattered dignity. After all those food stuffing part, we had some karaoke thingy. And I think all of you know how much i hate karaoke due to my inability to sing in a correct tone. Right after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Frad&lt;/span&gt; went up the stage to sing his own original song, every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;newphew&lt;/span&gt; or niece, regardless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; their age were forced to stand up on the stage, singing an Indonesian song ( I forgot the name though) and luckily most of us just acted as backup singers while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Frad&lt;/span&gt; and Nash acted as the main. I hate singing songs I never knew/heard and adding up the singing on a stage part, it was really humiliating for me as I was lip-singing all the time because I never heard that song before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; and it shattered even more as there are two hot Singaporean babes joining the event as their family was regular customer there. So basically I was humiliated in front of hot abbes. What is more humiliating than that. Well actually it was not so bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm afraid that I might sound a bit disrespect or whatsoever but I really do appreciate that i was given the chance to attend the event. Seeing an uncle that has always been so close to me getting married, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; mind even if i have to sing alone on the stage.( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; i really do hope i got the courage to stand on the stage alone.. ) After that, one by one. my uncles, my dad, my cousins, even my brother went up and had some fun there. Some of us were forced by our dads to give flowers to anyone who was singing on the stage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; and talking about giving flowers, my cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Afiq&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; by his dad, and us, to give a bouquet of flower to the Singaporean babes little sister, which is quite hot as well. Ngeee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are some other activities that night, and seeing that this post is getting too long already, I decide to end it here. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sku1QeGLxvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Mj7fkKZeXW8/s400/Downloads1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353571876621502194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click on the pic to make it bigger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-7165472501264717713?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7165472501264717713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7165472501264717713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/7165472501264717713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments.html' title='Moments...'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/Sku1QeGLxvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Mj7fkKZeXW8/s72-c/Downloads1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-6638160596167501500</id><published>2009-06-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Sg Wang is Super Scary</title><content type='html'>I went to Sg Wang today to check the pricing for the handphonethat i wanted to buy, LG Secret. And seriously, Sg Wang is the only mall in Malaysia that I can get lost inside. Okay Pertama Complex is confusing, but I will never get lost in it. I kept walking and walking and when I realized it, I'm in a place where I am surrounded by closed shops. The place is so congested with lookalike handphone booths that I cannot use them as a marker. I was simply circling around that level for 30 minutes  until feel like sending a message to Bowie to ask her to help me. However, God sent Famous Amos to help me. The smell of the cookis are so nice that I can smell it from afar and I know the cookies booth is just right beside th entrance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice to anyone who no sense of direction like me, or a first timer to Sg Wang, do not go in without a guide or an expert of the area, like Bowie.&lt;br /&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/3076484439791963969-6638160596167501500?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6638160596167501500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/sg-wang-is-super-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6638160596167501500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6638160596167501500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/sg-wang-is-super-scary.html' title='Sg Wang is Super Scary'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4087249363489440315</id><published>2009-06-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Two Weird Conversations</title><content type='html'>1st one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Setting: Taylor's College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf, Gerard, and Bwoie are walking toward her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Shit, where is my car key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf: Maybe it is hidden in your bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gerard: (Buat buat tak tau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: (scavenging her handbag) I really really cannot find my key. I'm so screwed. (expression: almost cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf: Eh check carefully la...(Worried)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gerard: (Still buat buat tak tau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: I am so dead! My sis gonna kill me ( tantrum almost start by this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gerard: Wey you park at valet of course la you cannot find your key there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf and Bowie: ...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Yea i forgot i gave my key to them (grinning widely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Zhaf felt like banging his head at the nearby wall that time..duh      (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd conversation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Setting: Times Square's public phone area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Let's call someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gerard: Let's call Jeremy. What's his no.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf: I got it. (017-*******)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy's phone started to ring (Tuuut...tuuut...tuuut...tuuut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy: Hello..who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Hello, i have been told that you ask for a massage(giggled a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy: Is this a prank call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Sir, you were asking for a special massage right?(She cannot tahan her giggle already) It's very cheap. (Almost burst out laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bowie: Wait, my boss wants to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf: Hey bro, you want the massage or not? We offer great service okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf: Bro, we got local okay. Chinese, Malay (Giggled a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy: Vietnamese got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zhaf:(Really really almost burst out) Wey i said we got local okay? Which one you want?( Cannot tahan already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gerard: Wassssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuppppppp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy: Eh Gerard, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone started laughing, In the end, Jeremy still didn't get the service offered to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-4087249363489440315?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4087249363489440315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-weird-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4087249363489440315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4087249363489440315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-weird-conversations.html' title='Two Weird Conversations'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-1586379059541487190</id><published>2009-06-25T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Dance Dance Revolution</title><content type='html'>Due to the loneliness that i had few days ago, I went to college just to hang out with Bowie. Apparently she went there to settle her PTPTN. Gerard was there as well so we decided to teman Bowie  getting Michelle a birthday present.  Bowie showed her dark side to us all the way to Times Square. It's okay Bowie, we still love you even though you cursed more than 20 times to almost every driver that drove in front of you. Hehe. After meeting Panpan at Times, went to KFC for lunch and my theory about Bowie's fetish was proven there. Bowie, stop pretending that it's not true okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we scoured to almost every floor in Times to get something for Michelle which i dont think i should disclose here what is it, but i bet that Michelle will thank them for that kind of present. Once they settled all the payments, Bowie asked whether we want to see them play some dancing game or not. I will upload the videos later so you guys can see how awesome they were on those machine. After spending their energy on those games, we decided to finish our tokens on Daytona. *This is for Gerard: Heh, after all the tricks that you did to made me lose, I still won..1st place pulak tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, good things will end someday and mine happened that very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am Devastated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-1586379059541487190?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1586379059541487190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-dance-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1586379059541487190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1586379059541487190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-dance-revolution.html' title='Dance Dance Revolution'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-6067020568201581474</id><published>2009-06-23T06:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Alone and Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not really scared but obviously alone. Suddenly this house feels so empty without my dad’s laugh, my mom’s presence while trying to beat my dad’s high score in Spider Solitaire, and my siblings’ annoying actions. I felt so intoxicated by this silentness. I really appreciate it when Asyraf decided to pick me up just to hang out or else i could be very lonely today. It’s funny seeing how we always lepak together but only these past few years that we really talked. For some reasons, i think my blog’s template is really gloomy, added up with there is no almost no picture at all here.Maybe it reflects my life, gloomy, dark and sad. Maybe tomorrow’s outing can cheer me me up a bit and not forgetting that Transformers 2 is coming out. Now i see some ray of hopes…Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Edit: Now i think it's less gloomy already with the new template.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-6067020568201581474?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6067020568201581474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-and-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6067020568201581474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/6067020568201581474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-and-scared.html' title='Alone and Scared'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-2043460793317815961</id><published>2009-06-19T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>I sang Chinese song twice *overstatement</title><content type='html'>Wow. A new update 1 month after my last post. This is what happen when someone as introvert as me wanted to have a blog as well. You wil seldomly get updates since there is nothing are only a few interesting things to talk about in my life. However after being driven by guilt, i finally decided to follow Bowie, Cheryl and Jeremy to karaoke as a way of saying sorry for missing out a few outing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Karaoke session, Green Box, Sungei Wang. Mediocre food, cheap price, too many times answering the nature's call, and loads of fun. Who knew that singing can get me this excited. Oh seriously can't wait for them to go karaoke again. hehe. 3 hours of off-key style of singing, screaming, jumping, and dancing. Bowie, if you arereading this, I WANT THE VIDEO NOW!! Oh yea, the Chinese song, i sang Ah.. and Yeah.. (the only two words that i can read from the lyrics. Jeremy * High-5!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After karaoke, we went to Krispy Kreme for lunch. Thanks Cheryl for the doughnuts. And for the ride. And for a lot of things :) However i feel sorry for her that she had to bear the consequences of having two geeks  as her friends. Espceially when we were on our way to Bowie and after Bowie went back. She must have regretting it right now (-_-")&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/3076484439791963969-2043460793317815961?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2043460793317815961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sang-chinese-song-twice-overstatement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/2043460793317815961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/2043460793317815961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sang-chinese-song-twice-overstatement.html' title='I sang Chinese song twice *overstatement'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-5665984994067728782</id><published>2009-05-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>A long day...</title><content type='html'>Outing for more than 8 hours really really drained my energy that it's barely left for blogging ( see i'm basically sacrificing my last life force so that my avid reader[ it's reader since i know only bowie will read my blog everyday for a while] can follow the updates of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As what i wrote this morning, we went to Pavvy but we faced a few problems where Bowie left her phone's memory card at home but she brought her camera ( read as Jeremy's life saver) however we still faced another problem where bowie was not sure how long the camera's batter camera can last. In the end, the camera almost haven't been touched at because of me and Jeremy. It happened at Starbuck where we went to get some drinks and rest for a while. When i saw an unused power pint there, I and Jeremy quickly went and plugged his laptop's charger there and started playing his new game, Demigod until it was time for us to leave to Subang. Moral : If you have gamers as friends or even worse, soulmates, you must forbid them from bringing any stuff that will allow them to trascend into a virtual world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling guilty doing this to Bowie, I decided to use all the time that we had left to capture almost every single moment. Sorry Bowie, I and Jeremy have learnt our lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Pavvy, we went all the way to Subang to see Amanda's performance. We were given a goodie bag each at the entrance and the event started with a few glitches. with 21 finalist, the battle really took my time plus Amanda got the 16th turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-5665984994067728782?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5665984994067728782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5665984994067728782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/5665984994067728782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-day.html' title='A long day...'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4859421045022887482</id><published>2009-05-08T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Friday's Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning is as beautiful as it was during my college days (heh, it sounds like i have finish my course already) where I still waking up early ( I know it's not as early as I used to but still early!) and I'm still seeing my dearest friends later. The plans of the day are (dan dan dang dang dang *drumroll sound) meeting up with Jeremy, Cheryl, and Bowie at Pavvy for some camwhoring sessions and trust me, I won't kid you guys on this, the session will be dominated by Jeremy's face, body, arms and legs ( I can see that Jeremy will be grinning proudly *read evilly if he reads this). Aaaaaaaannnnddd, (no the plan is not over yet) I'm going to campus (not my campus, its Taylor's main campus) at 2 and the reason for that is..... supporting Amanda's participation in Taylor's Got Talent (wooohoo put your hands up in the air guys!!!) and she will be singing an unknown song ( I tried my best to dig out the secret but to no avail). Eric and Francisca will also be there. That's the only guests that i know will attend to give some support for Amanda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SgN8q9tuR0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/QJWiVGJvSzU/s320/exam+fin+2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333243461299488578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK finished my introduction already (stop sighing behind me).  As most people in my life know ( I have been announcing about this on the phone to almost everyone) I finished up my exam yesterday. It has been quite a hectic week for me, looking up for notes and wasting money on coffee. Although I'm glad that this exam week is over, I'm also quite reluctant seeing the end of my college's days as it means that I won't be seeing everyone as much as I used to (someone asked me to miss her during this holiday period, and don't worry as I'm not forgetting anyone) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if Bowie is reading this before she meets me later, Bowie, don't you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kicimiau&lt;/span&gt; with me at Pavvy okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos will be uploaded soon!!&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/3076484439791963969-4859421045022887482?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4859421045022887482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-is-as-beautiful-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4859421045022887482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4859421045022887482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-is-as-beautiful-as-it-is.html' title='Friday&apos;s Morning'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/SgN8q9tuR0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/QJWiVGJvSzU/s72-c/exam+fin+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-4693043189564399578</id><published>2009-05-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Stunned...</title><content type='html'>I am simply clueless on what to write now..For some reasons i had a lot of things to write actually before i went to sleep. and after my handphone beeping, telling me that a new message came in, i thought i had another idea for my blog post. buthere i am, sitting dumb staring at monitor for 15 minutes because of a few reasons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First reason, as i told you, i went asleep, and poof!! ideas ran away, back to their la la land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second reason, i don't know what's wrong with my eyes that time but when i read the new message, I saw Jeremy's name as the sender, telling me to see his blog and how I'm going to kill him tomorrow. i somehow had an idea to write about how it is a wonder and a very rare occasion for Jeremy to message people, initiating a conversation or whatsoever you want to call until Bowie messaged me at Facebook Chat. She also messaged me that i need to go to her blog now. I was wondering what day is it today as there are two people ushering me to see their blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowie's blogpost is simply awesome, which make me feel like showing her an open palm, straight at the face (joking only Bowie) but Jeremy's blog post has nothing that will agitate me so i felt weird about the message that i read just now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i check my handphone, my jaw dropped. It's not Jeremy's message but Bowie's. And it dropped further as Bowie's post  kept flashing back into my mind. Am i turning into one of them? And then my jaw dropped futher that i simply had to use my hand to support my jaw as i realized now that these series of events simply had crushed my latest idea on what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering about what kind of post that Bowie wrote? &lt;a href="http://boutpy.blogspot.com/"&gt;I curse you Bowie&lt;/a&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/3076484439791963969-4693043189564399578?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4693043189564399578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/stunned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4693043189564399578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/4693043189564399578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/stunned.html' title='Stunned...'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-103509546526595722</id><published>2009-05-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Procrastinate..Again</title><content type='html'>Starbucks have been my 2nd home recently and my mom has been complaining bout the amount of money i spent there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bu i can't help it ok!!! I have 1 full week to study but i just really2 study started on friday. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't study at home and i should put the blame on INternet.Screw you internet for ruining my life right now!! And dvd seller at the pasar malam nearby my house.You think i forgot about you already is it?? You tempted me to buy all those cheap cheap dvds  and now I'm stuck with a handful of dvds here. Screw you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should see my table at Starbuck. But studying with either caramel macchiato or caramel frap is amazing. With the coziness and some nice slow music as background, you will feel more content to read your notes and a sip of coffee helps to refresh your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And due too those two things mentioned above, Im officially broke now.&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/3076484439791963969-103509546526595722?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/103509546526595722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastinateagain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/103509546526595722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/103509546526595722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastinateagain.html' title='Procrastinate..Again'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-3909042224793374568</id><published>2009-04-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Zombie Attack!!!</title><content type='html'>Exam is coming on and now i really feel like being a zombie here. I know i look like one so shut up n stop giving me any comment on how horrible i look. But seriously a few days of looking at notes and small words..my dysfunctional brain cant take anything anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact writing this post took me 5 days to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my latest pic: &lt;img src="http://www.kidcrosswords.com/animated_dictionary/v_w_x_y_z/zombie.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 47px; height: 70px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-3909042224793374568?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3909042224793374568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/03/zombie-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/3909042224793374568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/3909042224793374568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/03/zombie-attack.html' title='Zombie Attack!!!'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076484439791963969.post-1354859546763924296</id><published>2009-04-01T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:54:02.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Finally a new blog!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Thanks to all those funky/good-looking/freak/funny friends of mine at college, I felt like writing a blog..again. Yea this is my third blog. well my second blog is still running(inactive...but still will be updated...much much later) My life has been quite tiring lately where in my dream, I saw PCs,papers and textbooks all were running toward me and yelling "Zhaf!Zhaf!!I'm you news assignments." Rolling on the bed currently, I wonder is it because of my sleepless nights that now i can't sleep or simply because I'm too lazy to sleep. yea you read it right, lazy. for sleeping is such a waste of time. so many things i can do during all those time i wasted on sleeping.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder how i look like when i'm sleeping..hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Owh,speaking of sleeping, i fell aslept again in LRT and passed my station.i hate being alone in train while i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076484439791963969-1354859546763924296?l=url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1354859546763924296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1354859546763924296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076484439791963969/posts/default/1354859546763924296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://url-doesnt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-new-blog.html' title='Finally a new blog!!!!!'/><author><name>Zharif Nizar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236965581765564322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YHcMYe_a5Gs/R_FnApJVszI/AAAAAAAAACM/jpFSzAFGHgs/S220/mohawk3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
