<?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-6531458</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:56:51.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejenak yang lalu....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4681497389274218622</id><published>2010-01-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:22:20.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;And...I'm Back!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised,here I'm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.I think.I hope for a very long time.Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the hiatus.It's been quite a while but things have gone a bit more complicated than I wished for.They say every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and once something is set on motion, it can't help up to build a momentum. Well,to be able to write,I need unclouded jugdement as pen or politically correct in this case,the keyboard,can be mightier than sword.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moving on,a new year befitting a new resolution right?A new me maybe ableit the older version.Huh!I hate that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010,be nice to me OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4681497389274218622?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4681497389274218622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4681497389274218622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4681497389274218622' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1485809176883749417</id><published>2008-05-19T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:04:47.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Fashion Week 2008::Mid Valley Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIAEDTFweuI/AAAAAAAABhM/tn7ETPWZfOA/s1600-h/IMG_8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224180022460316386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIAEDTFweuI/AAAAAAAABhM/tn7ETPWZfOA/s200/IMG_8690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A jungle theme stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIADOXhbiEI/AAAAAAAABhE/SzGkBpwk1xY/s1600-h/IMG_8692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224179113117059138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIADOXhbiEI/AAAAAAAABhE/SzGkBpwk1xY/s200/IMG_8692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_3yydVxQI/AAAAAAAABgs/EGYOomCt9XM/s1600-h/IMG_8702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224166544683418882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_3yydVxQI/AAAAAAAABgs/EGYOomCt9XM/s200/IMG_8702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIADGKfZn-I/AAAAAAAABg8/K2s-K41Qw0U/s1600-h/IMG_8694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178972179931106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIADGKfZn-I/AAAAAAAABg8/K2s-K41Qw0U/s200/IMG_8694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_-vOLSaiI/AAAAAAAABg0/XNiuV96oZ3s/s1600-h/IMG_8698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224174179985812002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_-vOLSaiI/AAAAAAAABg0/XNiuV96oZ3s/s200/IMG_8698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't care whatever his name are but I like that mens wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_2pmvSRqI/AAAAAAAABgk/XSXgkptdLnE/s1600-h/IMG_8705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224165287407011490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH_2pmvSRqI/AAAAAAAABgk/XSXgkptdLnE/s200/IMG_8705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing of the night that I like:the Oriental print shirt which is weird enough as the model(the left one) do not show it in full as the shirt is tucked inside the jacket most of the time.Weird or not,I bought that shirt immediately after the show nonchalantly. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1485809176883749417?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1485809176883749417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1485809176883749417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1485809176883749417' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SIAEDTFweuI/AAAAAAAABhM/tn7ETPWZfOA/s72-c/IMG_8690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7806302991213159326</id><published>2008-05-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:56:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What I Saw On Tee-Bee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Decorum and Standing Order,if I'm allow to pick,there was 7 Idol and 16 Outwit,Outplay and Outdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first has something to do with our Parliament.The second then was(and still)about some of the many of my favourite pastime when I'm not busy doing any shopping or reading.Both tell a different kind of a storyline but on a similiar notes both are entertaining to me.They are both playing the script right in the comfort of my own living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the much ado about the jaded American Idol and the many spin-off of Survivor,the other day,I managed to see the first season ever of the live telecast of our very own Dewan Rakyat presiding.After be on everyone's lips for so long,I'm quiet judgemental on what to expect.Much to my suprise,the telecast was lively and full of suprises.It was similiar to a debate competition like the one that I have in school just minus the name-calling,derogatory remarks,lewd gestures,demeaning and degrading choice of words,shouting inappropriately and not to be miss a stage walk-out protest.Ya.It was like students during playtime.I'm dumfounded.If it's not for the Bahasa Malaysia or songkok if I mute the audio,I must think at the first glance that telecast is belong to a foreign Parliment like say,Taiwan or Hong kong.Now,I wonder how sooner I can see a flying chair in our own Parliament.Hey!We have 220 MP and I'm optimistic that day will come into the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Simon Cowell and The Final 2,there was this so called a Backbencher Club and of course the usual the Opposition. Whatever comparison that can be make vis-à-vis nonchalantly,please don't forget that for both the jury are watching out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to reality TV,Parliament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7806302991213159326?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7806302991213159326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7806302991213159326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7806302991213159326' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-712653703963218967</id><published>2008-05-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:41:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Apakah?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8FnI_KHxI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hur9oZRPhoY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8FnI_KHxI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hur9oZRPhoY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223900262758489874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah yang akan terjadi bila Nabila Huda pergi Mekah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-712653703963218967?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/712653703963218967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/712653703963218967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#712653703963218967' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8FnI_KHxI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hur9oZRPhoY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2391135029223930290</id><published>2008-05-16T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:39:48.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Congratulation,Long OverDue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8Bs9CARXI/AAAAAAAABfw/gHkmm2v4DWE/s1600-h/aim15copyorg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8Bs9CARXI/AAAAAAAABfw/gHkmm2v4DWE/s400/aim15copyorg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223895964581905778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation Norayu binti Damit.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation Stacie Angie Anam.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation Kay Siow Wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation too to my all time favourite,Datuk Siti Nurhaliza for the AIM 15 win:Best Vocal Performance in an Album(Female),Best Pop Album and not to be forgotten the technical award of Best Musical Arrangement In a Song(Bahasa Malaysia) for song Cintamu by Nai Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye!You go girl!Eat your heart out Liza Hanim.Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I wrote something nice about Hadiah Dari Hati and AIM earlier but pardon me for miscalculate the eligibility date.I thought it was next year for the AIM sweet 16. Aiyo!I'm so off the track with the music scene right now.The passion now are work, work,work and some more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth to be mentioned about something that most laudable about AIM 15 is the inclusion of Best Local Chinese and Indian categories.Gosh,the Indians have made themselves progressive musicians haven't they?Don't be suprise too if I say that some of the nice Chinese song on radio is produced by our own local talent.Hehehe!Don't ask me why I listen to the chinese radio.Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Malaysian,please support the local music industry and keep supporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majulah muzik untuk negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.Now,should I congratulate Faizal Tahir or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2391135029223930290?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2391135029223930290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2391135029223930290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2391135029223930290' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SH8Bs9CARXI/AAAAAAAABfw/gHkmm2v4DWE/s72-c/aim15copyorg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4624218364928497306</id><published>2008-05-15T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:49:08.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Imagine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIuMcL4Kz44"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIuMcL4Kz44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can,&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger, &lt;br /&gt;of brotherhood or man, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people, &lt;br /&gt;Sharing for the world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer, &lt;br /&gt;but I'm not the only one, &lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us, &lt;br /&gt;and the world will be as one, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer, &lt;br /&gt;but I'm not the only one, &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and join us, &lt;br /&gt;and the world will live as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:You are always a winner in my heart Archie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4624218364928497306?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4624218364928497306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4624218364928497306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4624218364928497306' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7635798864478876796</id><published>2008-05-14T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:25:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Kena Marah Pasal Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalah salah aku agaknya.Aku tak mengerti.Aku kan hanya seorang peminat fanatik dia.Bukan abang dia,bukan saudara-mara dia malah jauh sekali aku bukan suami dia. Tapi kenapa tak pasal-pasal aku kena serang hendap tatkala leka beramah mesra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serangan Pertama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat di hati nak tanya pasal lagu dangdut.Tajuk tak dapat tapi aku dapat jadi tempat meluahkan perasaan tak suka pula.Ya.Aku tahu ramai orang malam itu salahkan Siti Nurhaliza sebab ambil dia menyanyi habis semua belanjawan makan sedap-sedap jatuh merudum laksana saham TM dan TMI.Bugffet semua jadi tak meriah dan tak menghairahkan rasa lidah.Di sebalik konspirasi makanan itu,aku harus akui yang Siti Nurhaliza semacam tak ada buat kerja rumah sebelum naik ke atas pentas. Pergh!Namun itu memang satu kerja rumah gila nak mengingat semua nama anak syarikat dalam TN(sebelum Demerger). Aku pun kalau tak ada Google, matilah dicarut-carutkan khalayak setempat nak mengingat satu persatu nama-nama yang ada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serangan Kedua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal tudung.Dahulu kita ada tudung Wardina,tudung Norjuma,tudung Mawi,tudung Datuk K dan kini kita ada pula tudung Datuk Siti Nurhaliza. OK.Kita persetankan dahulu soal dari mana tudung Mawi dan Datuk K datang kerana mereka memang tak bertudung.Masalahnya sekarang, yang dikatakan tudung Datuk Siti Nurhaliza itu ada macam-macam variasi.Paling aku terkejut, ada yang sebiji nampak macam rahib kat gereja.Mmm...buat peminat anti Siti Nurhaliza, silalah banyakkan bersabar.Artis kalau pakai tudung memang begitu.Kita perlahan-lahan OK.Kita doakanlah dia berjaya pakai tudung dengan betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serangan Ketiga&lt;br /&gt;Pasal kes rumah tangga.Pasal Siti Nurhaliza pindah ke rumah isteri lama Datuk K yang di Bukit Antarabangsa. Hello!Ini pun jadi kes ke?Aiyo.Apa kena mengenanya aku dengan rumah itu.Suka hati Siti Nurhalizalah dia nak tidur kat mana.Badan dia.Lagipun bukan bagus ke?Kan kat rumah Bukit Antarabangsa itu ada orang tua Datuk K yang dah uzur.Bolehlah Siti Nurhaliza tolong-tolong tengok-tengokkan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Nurhaliza!Siti Nurhaliza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah juga jadi peminat Siti Nurhaliza ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tukar minat Britney Spears boleh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7635798864478876796?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7635798864478876796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7635798864478876796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7635798864478876796' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6695342639470464042</id><published>2008-05-13T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:33:13.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wulan Merindu::Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunyi sepi malam&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa sinar bulan&lt;br /&gt;Sesepi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri dalam penantian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tahan rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Gelora di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Ingin segera bertemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhai kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Duhai pujaanku&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Ku memendam rasa&lt;br /&gt;Tak tertahan lagi&lt;br /&gt;Rasa gundah didalam dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang kau selalu&lt;br /&gt;Setiap malam malamku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datanglah sayangku&lt;br /&gt;Hadirlah kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Wulan ini merindumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Reff:]&lt;br /&gt;Betapa indahnya dunia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau ada disisiku&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah syahdunya seakan terasa&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan ku dialam syurga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawalah diriku oh sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kuingin selalu bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Tak sanggup lagi diri ini&lt;br /&gt;Berpisah denganmu kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku, sayangku, kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Kuserahkan hanya kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Tuhan merestui&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="center" src="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1390515_t017s/ici_Paramida_-_Wulan_Merindu.wma" width="200" height="60" type="audio/x-ms-wma" autostart="FALSE" volume="70%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Cici Paramida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6695342639470464042?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6695342639470464042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6695342639470464042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6695342639470464042' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-269481207817682875</id><published>2008-05-12T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:44:36.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wulan Merindu::Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mp3 track on my WinAmp player.For my beloved laptop and of course not to be forgetten, the people who are 10 feet radius around me. To be suffered of the same song back to back.From 8.30 AM to 5.30 PM. For almost 2 weeks working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,I thought it wasn't enough.I added 20 more cda track on my home made CD.For my car. Of the same song back to back.To accompany me driving alone from KL to Melaka and back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song title:Wulan Merindu.&lt;br /&gt;The singer    :Siti Nurhaliza oops...actually it's Cici Paramida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't laugh or smile or anything.Whatever you think I might be don't care. Here, I want to announce to the world that I'm falling in love with this song.Like seriously.I like it very much.Never bored of it.The moment Siti Nurhaliza sung it,I knew I will like it forever. It's like love at the first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like love,opposite does attract.Dangdut and march beat.Huh!Unexpected and unlikely but turn out to be a great combination.I think I heard this song before during one of the army(read:ATM) function but I'm fooled to think that is one of the army brassband cheeky song that they are famous for as it is presented in a full percussion version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I like dangdut.Dangdut and me is like getting a nice smile on my bad day. Dangdut can make me smile outside and inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live dangdut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-269481207817682875?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/269481207817682875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/269481207817682875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#269481207817682875' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4106287896767278998</id><published>2008-05-11T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:24:54.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Job Satisfaction vs Loyalty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.10 years.12 years.15 years.Even there is a rare case of 20+ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.That what suprise me most during the award presentation.The tenure length of most award recepients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what factor makes them stay so long?Is the length of service in tandem with job satisfaction? Do they really like their job so much?I really want to know how they manage to be so loyal.Staff loyalty is very rare trend indeed now in the corporate world especially as human resources from the Generation X and Generation Y(and coming soon Generation Z) start flooding the job force.Well,this worth mentioned generation are a very weird type of people indeed.The jaded Human Resources teaching method should be rewrite and updated to be able to understand this kind of generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On general,this is not an isolated cases.I do belief the above statistic is just the tip of the iceberg. Kudos to the TM Shared HR and the BOD as I think they probably do something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To qoute Dato' Wahid in his so called farewell speech:'a happy worker perform better'. Ya.Happy is the word of the day.Maybe that is the answer for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bosses(big or small),please think how to make your people happy. Remember,people are your greatest assest.Sometimes,that does not even require you to burn a hole in the pocket at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Please do something to that my slow as snail HR bos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4106287896767278998?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4106287896767278998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4106287896767278998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4106287896767278998' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4186240828997916614</id><published>2008-05-10T08:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:34:25.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Inspired By A Guitar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SHFkeCzFMVI/AAAAAAAABfo/AOE6h3CgTHM/s1600-h/TMaward06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SHFkeCzFMVI/AAAAAAAABfo/AOE6h3CgTHM/s400/TMaward06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220063910409089362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down,I'm so jealous of them.Looking at them performed on stage I felt like, 'hey,that is what I want to do too'.Them here,I referred to my CEOs. Before,they inspired me with the minute meetings from the board room and now they inspired me on stage with their songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.Maybe to like all of them is quite an overrated statement.Well,I don't want to be a drummer as I have an unresolved issue to play it since school time.I don't want to be a lead singer as that sound so easy and of course in million years I'm fully aware that it will rain if I sing.Plus,I don't want to get freely hurt by a thrown bottle of water from the angry fan.So,put that drum and microphone aside and please say welcome to piano and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can claim that I can play piano as I played it before...err,like 20 years ago but guitar is a something new to me.OK.Don't make that face yet.As a matter of fact,I was the brassband member during school time.I played saxsofon back then and I played it very well.Don't be suprised if I say that I can read that worm-like music notes too back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is always my passion.The other side of me.If I'm not an engineer by now,of course I will be a musician.If the late Sudirman can be the singing lawyer,of course there should be no problem if I want to be the musical engineer right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.All I have to do now is to enroll in that guitar class.The instrument that I'm always wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guitar teacher to volunteer here?I pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please prepare for a flexible time as engineer like me do have a weird timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4186240828997916614?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4186240828997916614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4186240828997916614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4186240828997916614' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SHFkeCzFMVI/AAAAAAAABfo/AOE6h3CgTHM/s72-c/TMaward06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-9105638839381002768</id><published>2008-05-09T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:25:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tak Berubah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 tahun keluar dari MMU,ini kali pertama kami bersua muka.Dia balik ke Johor.Aku pula entah mengapa masih degil di Cyberjaya. Entah apalah yang seronok sangat di bandar tak ada pasar raya dan masjid ini aku sendiri pun tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang Man macam tak berubah langsunglah.Gaya sama.Gelak pun sama."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia bernada riang cuba menggoda aku rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Weh!Aku berubahlah.Tengok ni.Dah ada janggut".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila.Takkanlah 10 tahun aku statik macam masa muda remaja dulu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ala...janggut macam Hanif?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!Tergelak besar kami berdua.Ada kisah lawak yang hanya kami berdua fahami.  Teringat cerita zaman jadi exco Majlis Perwakilan Pelajar. Ya tuan-tuan dan puan-puan.Aku dahulu memang gila kuasa politik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami berbual lagi.Topik banyak pasal kerja.Pasal demerger.Memang dasar pekerja contoh gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang Man dah kahwin?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya tuan-tuan dan puan-puan.Soalan ini kalau tak ada di majlis sebegini memang aku akan jadi pelik.Macam ada yang benda yang tak kena. Macam makan nasi ayam tanpa sup lagaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Belum.Tak ada siapa yang nak."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skrip jawapan bermood baik di dalam katalog jawapan dipilih segera. Kami terpaksa berpisah selepas itu sebab Maghrib sudah sampai dan aku mahu cepat-cepat duduk di koordinat yang paling baik malam nanti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil dibuai lagu-lagu yang merdu malam itu sempat aku melayan perasaan sendiri. Mungkin betullah cakaplah dia.Aku mungkin tak berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berat dan saiz pinggang masih sama(atau makin kurang lebar). Apa yang aku buat masa belajar dan masih kerja sekarang banyak yang lebih kurang sama.Aturcara harian pun masih tak banyak beza dari zaman sekolah berSBP dahulu:belajar/kerja-makan-solat-main petang-tengok TV/main Internet-tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin berbeza,jumlah duit dalam bank.Dulu sikit.Sekarang ada banyak sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...kena berhijrahlah nampaknya kalau macam ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilalah agaknya aturcara menukar lampin nak masuk dalam kalendar rasmi harian aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee...macam gelilah pula bunyinya kan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-9105638839381002768?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9105638839381002768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9105638839381002768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9105638839381002768' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8621182972876233709</id><published>2008-05-08T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:04:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TM Night::Edisi 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Nak makan-makan.&lt;br /&gt;2.Nak jumpa kawan-kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu objektifnya susah payah bergaya dengan baju biru malam-malam datang ke Precint 5. Memang tahap beria gila sampai sanggup korbankan waktu jam 7 untuk Shin Chan tersayang. Lagipun malam itu mungkin malam yang terakhir sebelum kami semua terbelah dua(baca: demerger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat jugalah makan mee goreng mamak yang sudah lama dicari-cari.Tapi...entahlah. Rizal dan Yati kata,kalau ikut spesifikasi mereka,itu bukan mee goreng mamak.Itu mee biasa-biasa. Tapi aku kata,bukan kat situ ada tulis mee goreng mamak ke.Mmm... entahlah. Itu sahajalah benda berat yang masuk perut.Tak tahu nak makan apa sebab makanan memang tak menarik langsung tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka,agenda seterusnya ialah menjual muka ke hulu dan ke hilir.Wah!Jangan tak percaya. Memang laris juga hasil jualannya.Tak menang tangan bertukar senyum dan salam. Siap boleh dapat 2 temuduga kerja. Oops!Harapnya tak ada mata-mata jahat yang nampak. Hubungan tak terlarang dengan kabel besar bawah tanah yang kalau sebut nama semua orang kenal itu harus dirahsiakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun lepas ada post-party sampai nak ke Subuh hari tapi tahun ini tak ada orang pula yang sudi nak bersuka-ria dengan aku. Oh!Aku lupa!Semua kawan-kawan yang sekepala sudah berkahwin.Orang bujang dengan yang bukan,lain-lain jadual waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...bosan gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak makan sampai kenyang sakit perut,selera tak terbuka pula tengok hidangan yang sikit dan lambat ditambah juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jumpa kawan-kawan,mmm...macam tak berselera pula sebab sudah biasa jumpa. Pemandangan alam sekitar pun tak berapa menarik juga kecuali dua tiga kes terpencil yang tidak aku ketahui akan status hutan-hutannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun depan ada lagi ke majlis bersuka ria macam ini?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8621182972876233709?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8621182972876233709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8621182972876233709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8621182972876233709' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4754970908256560183</id><published>2008-05-07T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:27:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Funny Coincidence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a function to attend.You dress up and show up immaculately glamorous from head to toe. Then,just as you think every head will turn jaw dropping to you,come the invited suprise that some how make you wish that no one see you.Oh great!Just over there is somebody in the same garb as you are.The same design.The same colour.The same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do then?OK.I would allow you to wish that you are invisible then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a woman and that happen to you.Err...Like this poor lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGiVzJm62xI/AAAAAAAABfg/5gSFDCYblVs/s1600-h/IMG_8580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217584874293746450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGiVzJm62xI/AAAAAAAABfg/5gSFDCYblVs/s400/IMG_8580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As from my limited knowledge about woman,this little funny coincidence is a major no-no accident that should be avoided at what ever cost.No two(or more) woman would be all-smiling to share the same attire at the same place unless they are a dancer or maybe a boria team.They simply don't like it.Just like how they detest sharing the same man(maybe,not men) in the same bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,next time you go for a big function,always prepare for a Plan B.Or D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless if you don't mind to be caught in clutches or should I say lenses of the fashion police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....a police like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4754970908256560183?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4754970908256560183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4754970908256560183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4754970908256560183' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGiVzJm62xI/AAAAAAAABfg/5gSFDCYblVs/s72-c/IMG_8580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4578629747183008385</id><published>2008-05-06T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:12:02.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TM Night::Pictogram Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhJYRcbRlI/AAAAAAAABeI/Y6Q_dF3TS6A/s1600-h/IMG_8637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500849657038418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhJYRcbRlI/AAAAAAAABeI/Y6Q_dF3TS6A/s200/IMG_8637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unlucky lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhIwEhE1PI/AAAAAAAABd4/5bSK_IX-CJE/s1600-h/IMG_8647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500158992110834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhIwEhE1PI/AAAAAAAABd4/5bSK_IX-CJE/s200/IMG_8647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huhuhu!I like!I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhI-wZolvI/AAAAAAAABeA/8Be_m5DBD_w/s1600-h/IMG_8673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500411290228466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhI-wZolvI/AAAAAAAABeA/8Be_m5DBD_w/s200/IMG_8673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siti Nurhaliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhHGp7LirI/AAAAAAAABdw/gMahdmZw4hQ/s1600-h/IMG_8662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217498347967580850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhHGp7LirI/AAAAAAAABdw/gMahdmZw4hQ/s200/IMG_8662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CEOs performing with Dato' Wahid as the lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhHB4qTHcI/AAAAAAAABdo/a0NTeIvic2s/s1600-h/IMG_8663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217498266023960002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhHB4qTHcI/AAAAAAAABdo/a0NTeIvic2s/s200/IMG_8663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macam aku kenal bangat si lelaki penyanyi latar itu.En Razlizam... dulu jadi pelakon iklan,now jadi penyanyi latar pulak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGdh5eOiI/AAAAAAAABdY/tZo0l2Z-BhY/s1600-h/IMG_8685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217497641438296610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGdh5eOiI/AAAAAAAABdY/tZo0l2Z-BhY/s200/IMG_8685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGlDiojmI/AAAAAAAABdg/53haoX33ejk/s1600-h/IMG_8590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217497770728394338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGlDiojmI/AAAAAAAABdg/53haoX33ejk/s200/IMG_8590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye bye TM Night 2008.Very excited to see the ballons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGLU5aRYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/RGvlJ6Cieuw/s1600-h/IMG_8598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217497328710731138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhGLU5aRYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/RGvlJ6Cieuw/s200/IMG_8598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err...this is the only picture of myself.Also taken by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4578629747183008385?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4578629747183008385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4578629747183008385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4578629747183008385' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhJYRcbRlI/AAAAAAAABeI/Y6Q_dF3TS6A/s72-c/IMG_8637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8520585927430614794</id><published>2008-05-05T11:57:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:10:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TM Night::Pictogram Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhfd51jR7I/AAAAAAAABfY/8kXLUisVq1Q/s1600-h/IMG_8600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217525135654995890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhfd51jR7I/AAAAAAAABfY/8kXLUisVq1Q/s200/IMG_8600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Panik juga masa sampai.Ingat salah bangunan ke apa sebab terserempak dengan ramai gila orang India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhRrJ29CAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Fkm-rpAlvI8/s1600-h/IMG_8584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217509970131355650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhRrJ29CAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Fkm-rpAlvI8/s200/IMG_8584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sana biru.Sini pun biru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhQlAc2_YI/AAAAAAAABfI/rGts7okmPXg/s1600-h/IMG_8586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508765015145858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhQlAc2_YI/AAAAAAAABfI/rGts7okmPXg/s200/IMG_8586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prestigious Plenary Hall, Putrajaya International Convention Centre(PICC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhQQb-PAfI/AAAAAAAABfA/Dg_n4oEwVQ8/s1600-h/IMG_8592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508411625636338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhQQb-PAfI/AAAAAAAABfA/Dg_n4oEwVQ8/s200/IMG_8592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm...macam pernah masuk meeting sekalilah dengan itu perempuan yang ada mikrophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhPbdOfrQI/AAAAAAAABe4/gmYYTkTNT5o/s1600-h/IMG_8594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217507501429206274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhPbdOfrQI/AAAAAAAABe4/gmYYTkTNT5o/s200/IMG_8594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bergambar dengan GCEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhObUccQLI/AAAAAAAABew/1Ywp-HmqocA/s1600-h/IMG_8596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217506399560155314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhObUccQLI/AAAAAAAABew/1Ywp-HmqocA/s200/IMG_8596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berpeleseran di anjung menikmati angin Maghrib Precint 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhNZbJygrI/AAAAAAAABeo/l053AwBL-FU/s1600-h/IMG_8615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217505267489604274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhNZbJygrI/AAAAAAAABeo/l053AwBL-FU/s200/IMG_8615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhNBVyATwI/AAAAAAAABeg/NpGxO94DH30/s1600-h/IMG_8623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217504853730807554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhNBVyATwI/AAAAAAAABeg/NpGxO94DH30/s200/IMG_8623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah!Ada laser dengan api-api sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhMzDye-rI/AAAAAAAABeY/lU2WiLc4h5k/s1600-h/IMG_8629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217504608382810802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhMzDye-rI/AAAAAAAABeY/lU2WiLc4h5k/s200/IMG_8629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left:Tan Sri Dato' Azman Hj. Mokhtar,Dato' Wahid Omar,Tan Sri Dato’ Ir. Muhammad Radzi Haji Mansor,Dato' Zamzamzairani Mohd Isa,Dato' Jamaludin Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhJu7OzY2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/jwtc4nos7_Y/s1600-h/IMG_8636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217501238831309666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhJu7OzY2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/jwtc4nos7_Y/s200/IMG_8636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The TM Award winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8520585927430614794?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8520585927430614794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8520585927430614794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8520585927430614794' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGhfd51jR7I/AAAAAAAABfY/8kXLUisVq1Q/s72-c/IMG_8600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7870306894434806524</id><published>2008-05-04T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:52:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Identity Theft,Again::Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGRjUzrc8aI/AAAAAAAABdI/tAIoFRdQ50Q/s1600-h/IMG_8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216403477522870690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGRjUzrc8aI/AAAAAAAABdI/tAIoFRdQ50Q/s320/IMG_8234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,I needed to clear my IC in the blacklist.That got me into a 30 minutes interview but as always,I passed with flying colours.Well,I brought along the copy of my previous police report that I filed years ago on the same situation.One minor setback,I had to file a new report for my renewed licence case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.No big problem.Shah Alam is like my Putrajaya.Oops!Just maybe I'm slightly clueless where the hell is the nearest police station to Padang Jawa. Seriously,I have no idea at all.Padang Jawa is indeed a new territory for me.I wanted to call Datuk as Shah Alam is his playground but I'm concerned that this will turn into a media circus.Well,if I'm asking for a help that mean I'm seriusly in trouble but this copy cat case is far far away from anything serius.My driving licence is just suspected being clone.So I proceeded on instinct to the IPD Shah Alam at Seksyen 11 that I'm so familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee...the policeman who typed my report is so slow.He typed like 2 words per second.I think if he is an engineer at my place,I don't think he is capable of getting close to even a Level 0 in his KPI.Slow is then the word of the day.Then,my report got stucked for hour as it cannot be cleared as the Inspector or something is in the meeting.Oh!Great. However, that turned out to be great entertainment for me nonchalantly. I love police station. It's drama there and there.I'm seriously entertained by that 60 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Padang Jawa,the case settled.But as slow is the word of the day, I have to take number, wait and go through the normal process to renew the licence just like other people.Never mind. At least I can have my handsome face on my driving licence. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being,the case hopefully settled as I kept it proscinated earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,wait for the next 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7870306894434806524?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7870306894434806524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7870306894434806524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7870306894434806524' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGRjUzrc8aI/AAAAAAAABdI/tAIoFRdQ50Q/s72-c/IMG_8234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2354468761748348907</id><published>2008-05-03T08:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:35:42.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Identity Theft,Again::Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wake up one day to find out that Murphy Law has kicked a vengeance on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,this is my story.It all started with my obsession to have my handsome face on my driving licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to JPJ,Petaling Jaya I wanted to renew my 5 years old driving licence. Then,what that suppose to settle in like 5 minutes turned into a hell of many hours of nightmare. To my suprised, I were told that my driving licence had been renewed.What the ...? If I has renewed my driving licence, then what the hell is I'm doing in the wee hour there?To double my suprised like one suprise is not enough,I had a JPJ blacklist too.Oh!Great.Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to the officer as I'm yet to renew my licence and that vehicle number is so not mine. They comprehended and requested me to go to JPJ,Padang Jawa as that is the office that being responsible for my renewed licence. Nonetheless,thank God it is just Padang Jawa only.Not Rantau Panjang or some place that only God know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!I know this will happen.I know this wouldn't near over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so veteran in this identity theft kind a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the price that has to be paid if you lost your IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2354468761748348907?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2354468761748348907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2354468761748348907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2354468761748348907' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6227518599529981092</id><published>2008-05-02T15:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:37:19.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Proof Of Awareness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNMNbuuZiI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Byv-tAwEuQs/s1600-h/IMG_8940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216096587090912802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNMNbuuZiI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Byv-tAwEuQs/s200/IMG_8940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNMI1TysaI/AAAAAAAABcI/qMdeFDJtYoM/s1600-h/IMG_8939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216096508057924002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNMI1TysaI/AAAAAAAABcI/qMdeFDJtYoM/s200/IMG_8939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNOTYJJHnI/AAAAAAAABcg/AGr5oHugZLg/s1600-h/IMG_8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216098888230444658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNOTYJJHnI/AAAAAAAABcg/AGr5oHugZLg/s200/IMG_8945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNOO_KaafI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZM4-Pp9GRQk/s1600-h/IMG_8942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216098812805409266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNOO_KaafI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZM4-Pp9GRQk/s200/IMG_8942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNTYcwkNsI/AAAAAAAABcw/1Ov1_fVU9WE/s1600-h/IMG_8960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNTYcwkNsI/AAAAAAAABcw/1Ov1_fVU9WE/s200/IMG_8960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104472927024834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNTTzKgI3I/AAAAAAAABco/V49n-dhCJP8/s1600-h/IMG_8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNTTzKgI3I/AAAAAAAABco/V49n-dhCJP8/s200/IMG_8948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104393042043762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNVFrDAhZI/AAAAAAAABdA/BAl2_PbY5Gs/s1600-h/IMG_8961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNVFrDAhZI/AAAAAAAABdA/BAl2_PbY5Gs/s200/IMG_8961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216106349368214930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNVAmDwxDI/AAAAAAAABc4/LjI9akpEI8E/s1600-h/IMG_8953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNVAmDwxDI/AAAAAAAABc4/LjI9akpEI8E/s200/IMG_8953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216106262129853490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:Picture taken from contemporary Liuli art(glass based) exhibition by Loretta H.Yang, KL Pavillion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6227518599529981092?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6227518599529981092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6227518599529981092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6227518599529981092' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGNMNbuuZiI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Byv-tAwEuQs/s72-c/IMG_8940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8423459526797211427</id><published>2008-05-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:13:25.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Billboard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEOf1PGnoRI/AAAAAAAABYc/0u55V6-jxKo/s1600-h/IMG_8966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207181331106603282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEOf1PGnoRI/AAAAAAAABYc/0u55V6-jxKo/s400/IMG_8966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat bukan sebarang steamboat,&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat masak dicampur kentang,&lt;br /&gt;Billboard bukan sebarang billboard,&lt;br /&gt;Billboard terletak di Bukit Bintang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewah.Matilah aku dibelasah pencinta pantun seMalaysia.Suka-suka hati rosakkan pantun Melayu.Sebagai pemantun terbaik dua kali berturut-turut aku tahu sangat struktur pantun di atas jauh lari merapu tapi sila bertenang. Ini bukan pasal pantun. Tapi ini pasal billboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Di muka depan bangunan warna ungu Yayasan Selangor inilah pernah berputik rasa bangga.Tahap kembang gila menusuk dada.Rasa nak balik rumah segera pun ada juga. Ya. Di billboard inilah suatu masa dahulu pernah terpampang besar dan gagah hasil keringat dan darah aku dan kawan-kawan seperjuangan membangunkan teknologi negara. Produk pertama tahap nasional aku untuk rakyat Malaysia semua.50 tahun merdeka,aku rasa tak sia-sia apa yang aku belajar di sekolah dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008,dah banyak pula produk tahap nasional yang ada.Dah macam tak hairan pun.Rasa segan pula menusuk dada.Maklumlah,aku hanya laksana seekor kuman di belakang tabir sana.Tak nampak pun tak apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum berpisah,terimalah sekali lagi pantun yang tak seberapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada piring yang pecah,&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah pula nak berahsia,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada billin yang salah,&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan saya rakyat Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewah.Sekian sessi berpantun untuk hari ini.Kita jumpa lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8423459526797211427?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8423459526797211427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8423459526797211427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8423459526797211427' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEOf1PGnoRI/AAAAAAAABYc/0u55V6-jxKo/s72-c/IMG_8966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2957415094248763337</id><published>2008-04-30T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:53:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What I Read::Pesta Buku Antarabangsa 2008,Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDfHkds8tI/AAAAAAAABZE/OWgKuGzbUQM/s1600-h/IMG_9763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDfHkds8tI/AAAAAAAABZE/OWgKuGzbUQM/s400/IMG_9763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215413689635369682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDfPMOnBWI/AAAAAAAABZM/EIcMxHxFlqo/s1600-h/IMG_9766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDfPMOnBWI/AAAAAAAABZM/EIcMxHxFlqo/s400/IMG_9766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215413820568569186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaching The Stars-Sheikh Mustapha Shukor Al-Masrie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poignant memoir and sad indeed,revealing a brother's love and unbashed admiration for his elder brother which is our first Angkasawan. I bought this book and suprisely as planned,the author was there to give autograph which was I made it despite have to endure lots of admiring fan who appeared somehow refused to buy the book. Mmm...handsome jugalah Dr.Sheikh Muszaphar up close and personal but as my mother said,"&lt;em&gt;dia sahaja yang handsome&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2957415094248763337?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2957415094248763337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2957415094248763337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2957415094248763337' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDfHkds8tI/AAAAAAAABZE/OWgKuGzbUQM/s72-c/IMG_9763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1553689351552688206</id><published>2008-04-29T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:44:52.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What I Read::Pesta Buku Antarabangsa 2008,Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDAnE6vPmI/AAAAAAAABY8/mwWdmN_cIMk/s1600-h/IMG_9131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215380146062573154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDAnE6vPmI/AAAAAAAABY8/mwWdmN_cIMk/s400/IMG_9131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life And Other Catastrophes-Rowena Mohr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.This Australian based 'Girl Fiction' book is so damn funny.Never fail to make me smile always page after page.Ya.This book is about a girl's life named Erin Costello.OK.Please don't blink your eyes.I know it may sound weird err...like a pervert.I'm an adult man and this is a so called diary of a teenage girl but do I look like I care?This book was deadly realistic writing which feel very honest and convincing too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does Your Life Add Up-Max Coopa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge the book by its title.This book is not a lovey dovey kind of a book.It's a numerologist book on how to use numbers to find the perfect relationship for desperately dateless or if you are head over heels in love.Sound like crap isn't?Ya.I know.Don't hate me.I bought it for fun.It just cost me RM54.50.Nonetheless,this book is like the answer of our Tajul Muluk version of Australia people.Err...do I see a lot of question marks here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior by Dior,The Autobiography of Christian Dior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to read autobiography but somehow I got uninterested by the subject.In addition,most autobiography appeared to be thick like some engineering book or something which is always has a negative turned me off effect.Nonetheless,this is my first ever autobiography book.RM 63.50 for 194 pages.I hope Dior as his fascinating haute couture might be an eye opener to the subject of autobiography for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Laws Of Simplicity:Design,Technology,Business,Life Series-John Maeda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware in mind.This is a techinal book by its' nature but the interesting fact about this book is it's written in such a plain language that coincidently preached it's own titled,simplicity.The author is a professor in MIT Media Lab and a world-renowned graphic designer.I bought this book because I'm involved in a designing thing and somehow I'm got fed-up with peoples who like to request complex requirement that added up to become too complicated for stupid user. Maybe,a good simple but hip case study:iPod.As preface of the book said,this book explores the question of how we can redefine the notion 'improved' so that it doesn't always mean something more,something added on.I hope I can found the way to help me to become a good designer and overcome the simplicity paradox:we want something that is simple and easy to use but also does all the complex things we might ever want it to do.Err...simple but complex?Are you kidding me,Maeda?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keladang-Datuk A.Samad Said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second book from the same author,our renowned Sasterwan Negara after Salina which I read sometimes ago.Keladang is a story about a group of villagers during the Japanese Occupation in Malaya.This Edisi Seni Warisan Melaka(Datuk A.Samad Said is from Melaka) is specially signed by the author.I seriously hope I don't get bored reading this wonderful book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing Up In Terengganu-Awang Goneng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book by a fellow blogger(real name Wan Ahmad Hulaimi) which I first read a review about it in another blogger blog.I like his English very much eventhough the irony is that this book life journey start first as a blog.As the saying at the front cover said,'Awang Goneng does with words what Lat does with pictures'.Mmm...now I wonder if this blog ever able qualify to be translated into a book.Hello!Do I have a buyer out side there?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1553689351552688206?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1553689351552688206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1553689351552688206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1553689351552688206' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SGDAnE6vPmI/AAAAAAAABY8/mwWdmN_cIMk/s72-c/IMG_9131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2000492284594081158</id><published>2008-04-28T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:41:24.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pagi Yang Tercemar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalah nak jadi dengan dunia sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi-pagi lagi dunia hari aku sudah tercemar.Buat pencinta alam sekitar, sila bertenang. Ini bukan cerita bukit kena tarah.Atau kisah pencemaran bau waima pencemaran bau ketiak sekalipun. Ini kisah pencemaran mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turun tangga rumah ala-ala seorang peragaan beg(serius,memang aku pergi kerja bawa banyak beg), mata aku yang masih anak dara lagi telah tercemar teruk.Retina itu ternampak adegan orang bercium.Wah!Jijiknya.Rasa geli geleman pun ada.Mana tidaknya, yang dicium itu lelaki. Yang mencium itu pun lelaki juga.Yang dicium itu memang tak jambu langsung.Yang mencium itu pula, agak jambu jugalah dan dia memang murah dengan senyuman kalau ternampak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...OK.Mungkin bercium itu satu adegan yang terlalu berat untuk digambarkan tetapi babak seumpama itu memang boleh ditonton secara percuma setiap pagi hari di pintu masuk utama pejabat aku di sini.Sang isteri menyalam tangan suami.Sang suami pula membalas dengan mencium pipi atau dahi si isteri.Wah!Romantik bukan?Walaupun tiada sesiapa pun yang aku nak cium setiap pagi, tapi adegan yang aku nampak itu memang tak romantik langsung.Apa kejadahnya kan?Serius aku rasa nak mencarut.Terang-terangan alam pula adegannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahulah sekarang perempuan memang semua dah bertukar jadi species yang materialistik tapi masih,macam tak payahlah kan kau nak cium itu lelaki.Buatlah bodoh macam aku sahaja. Tak mati pun tak kena cium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.Dunia memang dah nak kiamat sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang putih ke,orang tak putih ke,sama sahaja rosaknya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2000492284594081158?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2000492284594081158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2000492284594081158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2000492284594081158' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3420676633742454641</id><published>2008-04-27T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:40:31.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mencari Biru&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kad jemputan dah sampai.&lt;br /&gt;Aturcara majlis dah diatur.&lt;br /&gt;Dewan pun dah ada.&lt;br /&gt;Malah,penyanyi tersohor pun dah ditempah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi baju biru masih lagi tak ada lagi.Memang itu satu masalah negara tahap ke 10. Maka berlarilah sekejap Stan Smith putih itu ke quartet Pavillion,Star Hill,Lot 10 dan Sungai Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaki sudah letih tapi tak ada satu pun baju biru yang berkenan di hati. Argh!sudah. Lelaki ini memanglah cerewet dari bab memilih baju sampailah ke bab memilih Mc Donald. Maka,singgah sekejap ke KLCC. Argh!Gagal juga dengan jayanya.Terbeli baju hitam corak Oriental adalah.Misi diteruskan lagi di Mid Valley.Bak kata orang,usaha tangga kejayaan tapi apa yang berjaya di Mid Valley hanyalah kekecewaan. Eee... kenapalah dalam banyak-banyak warna,biru juga yang jadi tema pilihan. Biru itu sesungguhnya adalah warna tahun lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba pergi The Garden pula.Mmm...macam ada tapi macam mahal pula. Si baju biru jenama pereka buatan Malaysia yang tak mahu aku sebut namanya.Dah malas nak fikir sebab tinggal 3 jam sahaja lagi maka si baju biru firus itu dirembat walaupun ada rasa tak berkenan dengan rupa ala tentera di bahagian bahu baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah.Kalau masa nak cari memang payah nak jumpa yang berkenan.&lt;br /&gt;Bila tak cari,melimpah ruah pula di depan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh tak kalau aku nak jadi hijau kalau macam ini selalu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3420676633742454641?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3420676633742454641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3420676633742454641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3420676633742454641' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2404535529032627401</id><published>2008-04-26T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:32:30.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tutup Blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau ada hari lapang yang datang macam sebulan sekali,di waktu senggang baca blog dia satu ketagihan.Kadang-kadang ada kemaskini tetapi selalunya dia macam aku,lama gila tak mengemaskini.Tak tahulah sebab apa frekuensi malas kami sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku mesti tersenyum riang membaca cerita dia yang sama berulang-ulang tetapi hari itu aku jadi bengang.Aku tak boleh masuk blog dia.Ah sudah!Itu memang satu tekanan tatkala hati ini perlu diriangkan.Apa salah aku?Bukan tak boleh masuk pasal tak ada network tapi pasal blog itu telah diupah pak pengawal keselamatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka,segala medan komunikasi Internet dicuba untuk menghubungi dia. Akan tetapi cubaan aku sia-sia belaka.Dia,Pink,skandal teman tapi mesra tetap tak mahu layan aku pun. Maka bagai melukut ditepi gantanglah aku jadinya.Namun,setiap teknologi itu ada kelemahannya. Terima kasih Rizal dan Kimi.Idea anda berdua memang berkesan.Tak payah aku nak jadi hacker ke apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku telah riang semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink juga telah insaf(baca:sibuk pergi luar negara katanya) dan telah membuka semula blognya untuk aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2404535529032627401?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2404535529032627401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2404535529032627401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2404535529032627401' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-9107860265360347881</id><published>2008-04-25T08:56:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:18:01.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Toss Of A Coin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFucWm7wDBI/AAAAAAAABY0/jQKnzpdkDjI/s1600-h/no_country_for_old_man_pst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932905833696274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFucWm7wDBI/AAAAAAAABY0/jQKnzpdkDjI/s400/no_country_for_old_man_pst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: I don't know. I couldn't say.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chigurh flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Just call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor &lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: I didn't put nothin' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: You stand to win everything. Call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Alright. Heads then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Well done.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[The gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Chigurh starts out]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gas Station Proprietor&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Where do you want me to put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Anton Chigurh&lt;td valign="top"&gt;: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:Script taken from 80th Oscar Best Picture winner,No Country For Old Men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-9107860265360347881?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9107860265360347881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9107860265360347881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9107860265360347881' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFucWm7wDBI/AAAAAAAABY0/jQKnzpdkDjI/s72-c/no_country_for_old_man_pst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4425589607146602396</id><published>2008-04-24T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:08:01.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Dah Nak Mati Sangat?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berapa agaknya harga budi bahasa sekarang ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang sememangnya telah lama bengang dengan kakak HR yang glamour dengan kadar kelembapannya telah bertambah bengang.Aku yang sedang marah tak pasal-pasal telah menyirap darah marah kejantanan aku.Walaupun bukan aku yang kena,aku memang akan bertegas untuk bengang sekalipun ia tidak melibatkan maruah dan wang aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tidaknya.Satu soalan mudah pasal Sumber Manusia telah dijawab secara membabi-buta tanpa ada tatasusila langsung seorang Sumber Manusia yang secara logik mudahnya patut lebih kedengaran mesra pekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa!Dah nak mati sangat!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee...macam babilahkan jawapan dia.Aku orang Melaka yang mana terkenal seantara negeri sebagai kaum mulut celupar tapi baik hatinya tapi oleh kerana aku dibesarkan dan disekolahkan di metropolitan KL, aku rasa jawapan itu amatlah tidak patut sama sekali.Ada cara lain yang lebih berhemah lagi untuk menjawabnya.Kalau akulah yang kena jawab macam itu,kalau tak kena ludah dengan aku mestilah dapat penampar dari aku. Kalau tak sempat pun,wajiblah dapat babi percuma dari aku walaupun aku tahu harga babi agak mahal sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara jujurnya memang ada umat-umat manusia di sekeliling aku yang mulutnya macam celaka tapi mereka ingat orang ramai macam suka sangatlah dengan cara mereka.Nak aku tegur,mereka dah tua.Tak nak ditegur,rasa kasihan pula.Nak aku kata mak mereka tak ajar,nampak macam aku kurang ajarlah pula.Patutnya mereka yang bermulut macam celaka ini dihantarkan kursus budi bahasa amalan kita dan diwajibkan ada budi bahasa dalam KPI tahunan mereka.Bukankah kita ini belajar sepanjang hayat dan aku kira mereka belum terlambat lagi untuk jadi manusia yang manis tutur katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkawan dan bergaul mesra dengan ramai orang.Ada yang berDatok,berDatok Seri, berDatin,berDatin Seri,dan ramainya yang biasa-biasa sahaja tapi tidak pernah pula ada yang berkasar bahasa tanpa usul periksa dan keadaannya.Sopan santun semuanya. Kadang-kadang sampai aku pula yang naik segan sebab tersalah pilih kata-kata sebab mulut aku pun boleh tahan macam celaka juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara manusia dengan manusia,aku tak nilaikan harga diri seseorang ikut berapa banyak duit yang ada atau berapa tinggi pangkat mereka. Laksana memilih isteri,budi bahasa itulah yang paling penting sekali. Cubalah bayangkan,berapa agaknya harganya kalau muka sudahlah tak cantik dan mulut pula macam celaka?Bagi percuma(dengan Civic 2007 warna hitam)pun aku tak mahu datang dekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikutlah resmi padi,semakin berisi semakin tunduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berlagak hidung tinggi macam lalang,semakin lama semakin meninggi.Itu semua tak ada maknanya.Tak kiralah kalau anda perasan anda macam bagus sangat sekalipun kerana sekalipun anda macam bagus sangat,ada orang lain yang lebih bagus dan lebih manis tutur katanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4425589607146602396?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4425589607146602396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4425589607146602396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4425589607146602396' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8613824472641747123</id><published>2008-04-23T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:59:56.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ada Yang Tak Kena&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu makan tengah hari.Di kantin lama yang baru dibuka.Lauk yang ada sungguh tidak menghairahkan nafsu lidah.Orang buat air pula gagal gila.Pemandangan alam sekitar pun tidak menarik juga.Ramai makcik-makcik sahaja.Rasa macam nak berbulu biji mata aku menjamu selera. Sengal mula memenuhi rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami yang tadinya rancak berbual tiba-tiba jadi bisu seribu bahasa. Macam malu-malu nak berkata-kata.En.S,bekas bos aku tanpa dipelawa telah ambil tempat kosong yang ada. Kumpulan kami yang satu telah terpecah dua.Aku terperangkap di daerah yang kurang selesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siapa yang pergi launching INFO*LAST?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S cuba beramah mesra.Memang payah sebenarnya bos-bos hendak mencemarkan duli duduk semeja dengan anak-anak buahnya.Tak setaraf agaknya.Tapi, macamlah aku hairan pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Saya dan Ezatul.Orang TM ramailah".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.Miji(memang nama sebenar) melawan kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa yang ada?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S cuba lagi untuk beramah mesra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Adalah produk TM Net.MC,Fara Fauzana dan Faizal Ismail."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.Miji macam biasa rajin melayan soalan.Aku dan kawan-kawan buat-buat macam biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siapa yang launching?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S tanya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pn.Zainab yang Acting CEO TM Net".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.Miji jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bos-bos kita siapa yang pergi?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S tanya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tak ada.Semua ada hal agaknya".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.Miji selamba menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Something is wrong".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S membalas kata.OK.Sekarang aku mula rasa menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mmm...mereka tak suka saya kot En.S.Tapi saya rasa En.S bagus.Tak pernah miss lagi kot launching yang penting-penting macam ini".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba mengipas bukan bos aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Something is wrong".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.S mengomel lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Aku setuju dengan En.S.Memang ada sesuatu yang tak kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksana pergi berperang,askar yang berjalan kaki diletakkan di depan sedangkan maharaja-maharaja yang berkuda angkuh bersedia di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam filem 300,aku tengok King Leonidas sentiasa di depan bila bertempur dengan Persians.Tak macam King Xerxes yang sudahlah muka macam muka pondan(kenapalah solekan dia macam itu) asyik pula duduk di belakang sahaja.Memang padan mukalah dia kalah berperang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu kes lain.Itu kes perang betul-betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kes perang olok-olok ini seperti kata En.S,memang ada sesuatu yang tak kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Aku juga tidak pergi launching ini dan dialog di atas telah diedit sependek yang mungkin kerana jika berborak dengan En.S,memang akan jadi panjang berjela-jela sampai terlebih masa.Harap maklum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8613824472641747123?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8613824472641747123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8613824472641747123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8613824472641747123' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6245405153605969760</id><published>2008-04-22T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:47:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A Change Would Do You Good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are better than that guy.Or girl.But you never take credit.You never rock the boat.You have the treasure trove of great ideas tucked under your bed for recognition that never seem to arrive.You are a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why work where you are INVISIBLE?The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unleash that suppressed talent.It's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer by day,ala Sufiah by night.Well,if she is the Princess then probably you can assume the title King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the web and now all you need is a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound cool right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6245405153605969760?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6245405153605969760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6245405153605969760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6245405153605969760' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3526184668777639201</id><published>2008-04-21T17:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:10:13.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;So,You Think You Can Model::Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger had shoot over the roof.I cannot sleep and I refused to work. Since this is so bad,I tried to make peace with the anger that had demonized inside me.I went to OU to chill out.All alone by myself as usual. Ah!Dammit.It doesn't work at all. I'm still angry after almost a 2 hours movie,a piece of cake,a jeans,a shirt and a bottle of perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to go home in a serius angry looking face then before I was stopped by this recruiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Encik!Do you have a minute?We are doing a nation-wide casting...".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can say that I'm tired,the recruiter had handed me a pamplet.I read it nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is this?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,not that I didn't understand of what I just read but I have my doubt over it. Like always to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Boleh ke ni?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for further clarification.Seriously,I'm neither amused nor excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think you got the look and the body type for it Sir"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes in disbelief and I want to tickle myself.Now I think the recruiter is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HA.HA.HA."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fill in your particular and sign there".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later as I'm so damn tired and afraid I will miss Shin Chan,I just surrendered myself to the recruiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir.Can I take your photos?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...do I like have a chance to say No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,in front of so many people that passing by,a history for me is created that day.For the first I'm reluctantly posed in front of a public.I prayed very hard that none of people who knew me were there.A few batches of girls did threw a coyly smile at me while my photos being taken. Ah!That is seriously so embrassing.For the first time in a week,I did smile too.OK. That was a lied. My smile was all faked and it's just for the photographer. I'm still angry nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless,I think this encounter is so weird.How come when I'm in an angry situation, happy things always come to me.First,I scored a smile-on-my-face marks in an interview and now,a casting to be a model wannabe? Hahaha.Ya right.It's so unbelieveable. Angry is a bad chi but some how for unknown reason for me,positif things always come in return to cheer me up.Like,I should'nt be sad after all. Err...can any expert on Law of Attraction explain this as I'm sure that I don't put 'be a model' in my Vibrational Bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We will only select 15 to 20 people for the final selection and if you are selected,we will inform you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recruiter bidded me farewell as we parted for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...this is indeed a story worth telling my future children or grandchildren(if any). I'm sure I will be all smiling to the ears later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:To be continued in part 2.The Second stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3526184668777639201?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3526184668777639201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3526184668777639201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3526184668777639201' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6895489501359025915</id><published>2008-04-20T14:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:08:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Death Sentence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFYLx-na60I/AAAAAAAABYs/YzF6tX_sNco/s1600-h/rdeathsentence_250_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212366571977763650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFYLx-na60I/AAAAAAAABYs/YzF6tX_sNco/s400/rdeathsentence_250_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFYLx-na60I/AAAAAAAABYs/YzF6tX_sNco/s1600-h/rdeathsentence_250_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detective Wallis:&lt;/em&gt; This thing stops right now. God knows why you're still alive. But you're being given a second chance. You think that officer's out there protecting you? He's protecting you from yourself. He'll haul your ass right to jail if I say so. You want your retribution and you kill a couple of punks, and it brought you what? Huh? Everybody think's they're right in a war. Everybody still dies in the end. You are never going to win this, Mr. Hume. Nobody is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas "Nick" Hume:&lt;/em&gt; It was never gonna balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detective Wallis:&lt;/em&gt; What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas "Nick" Hume:&lt;/em&gt; The equation. Sometimes it's... just chaos. That's all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is a crime of revenge.War can turned as ugly as a sin.To define right or wrong in a war it all lies on the eyes of the beholder.People don't simply go to a war for fun.They go for a reason.For something that want to protect.For everything that they are not satisfied with.If I have have a choice,I don't want to go to a war.I hate war just like how I loathed an ego-maniac boss.Come worst to worst,I still rather be OK enjoying my day at MidValley rather than tiring my body in the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people hate history but history told us that Sultan Mahmud Shah II Mangkat di Julang. Certainly,I don't want repeat a history just like Laksama Bentan who took revenge for the death of his pregnant wife, Dang Anum who was executed by the stupid Sultan for just having eaten a slice of jackfruit from the royal orchard.But,if I have to go to a war, I will make sure damn right that I'm so true on the right path because I hate to deal with myself later if I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless,try argue with me and I'm definetely will let you win.Ya.That is the case if I don't like you or you are not mentally beautiful enough to have my cortex audience. Like, who goes all the trouble to draw a battle lines anyway for just a simple grammar mistake that no one care?Ya. I know that human is not perfect but I do know that some human suffer unnecessary obsessive compulsive disorder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas "Nick" Hume&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah, we're okay. We find compensations. That's what we do, right? We compensate for our losses. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owen: &lt;/em&gt;If anything like that ever happened to me I just, I don't know. I think I'd snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas "Nick" Hume:&lt;/em&gt; Well, you don't really know what you'd do until it happens. Surprise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:Same just as Laksamana Bentan dan Sultan Mahmud Shah II Mangkat di Julang, Nicholas "Nick" Hume aka Kevin Bacon died at the end of the movie with his nemesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6895489501359025915?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6895489501359025915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6895489501359025915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6895489501359025915' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SFYLx-na60I/AAAAAAAABYs/YzF6tX_sNco/s72-c/rdeathsentence_250_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8039418840197294653</id><published>2008-04-19T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:24:29.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Signs To Look Out For&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Silence,suking or anger towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;More than the usual lack of cooperation and rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5RzvGnoOI/AAAAAAAABYE/hV5AJEg1r88/s200/tick10.jpg)"&gt;Wanting to spend very little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Poor performance or truancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5QefGnoNI/AAAAAAAABX8/wYnFQdw3I28/s200/tick09.jpg)"&gt;Dropping out of regular activities,like sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;A change of friends-unexlained or sudden change to a new group of friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Change in pysical appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Eating problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Lack of energy-feeling tired al the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SD5R6PGnoPI/AAAAAAAABYM/bx5KUNRonjE/s200/tick11.jpg)"&gt;Valuable items or money missing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;These are the signs of a substance(a.k.a drug) abuse.Quite suprisingly I have a few of them checked.Wait a minute.Don't be alarmed yet.I'm not taking any drug here. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,please blame my anger for that symptom.Never ever I'm having trouble getting a decent sleep before.Maybe I'm so angry.Maybe,I just I failed terribly to reason well with the source of my anger.So,this self-explained my looking like drug-related symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is my form of escapism.Lack of sleep mean a lot of fun time. Unfortunately, happy time then spell a disaster to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is like drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't become addicted to it.Don't become too dependent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:For more info,please refer The Star,StarTwo,Youth Section,16 April 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8039418840197294653?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8039418840197294653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8039418840197294653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8039418840197294653' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4887052457735900259</id><published>2008-04-18T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:07:03.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Unfair vs Fair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it fair if you are asked to be fair to the situation that apparently appeared so not fair to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like rolled my eyes a few times in disbelief.A few animal names did spelled out too in a slow lip motion.Oh!&lt;&lt;em&gt;Put your favourite curse word here&lt;/em&gt;&gt;! Are you kidding me?This is crazy.This is so unfair.If I were Hulk,I must be turned green incrediblely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspected ego must be playing very high here but brushed that aside, do I look like I care? That was the question of the day.Let me spelled the answer for you.B-A-B-Ilah. Ok.I know that pig price had skyrocketed nowadays so I think I should be more frugal with my 'babi' stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair,justice are a big word for me.Certainly to who,whom asked me too.Maybe I felt victimized that day but didn't that life is just like a big wheel?Some days you are at the top, some days later you are at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,if you have an ego as big as the size of a penis,maybe you don't realized that. You maybe want to claim that yours is the biggest one around eventhough last time, the reality check speak otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,please keep up the good work that you think it's fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair but certainly life is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,don't ask me(or other people too) to be fair if you at least have the microscopic doubt that you are being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do,the chances are high that you will get a free BABI from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4887052457735900259?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4887052457735900259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4887052457735900259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4887052457735900259' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-126921014882430895</id><published>2008-04-17T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:27:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Angry vs Angry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start date:27 Rabiulawal 1429&lt;br /&gt;End Date :06 Syaaban 1429.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case if you ever wonder,that date is my angry season length.Ya!I can tell you that I'm still angry, pissy and sulky right now.OK.It's maybe not very visible to the discerning eyes but I can tell you that it's still mountaining there. Apparently, I'm maybe hide it well under my very fake gorgeous smile.Aha!I think my smiling acting deserve a throphy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my angry had shoot over the roof this time.Maybe because I tried and I failed to reason with it.It being the souce of my angriness.On the positive side,I like very much being angry nonchalantly.Damn!Like seriously.I'm like enjoyed every milisecond of it.At the peak of the angry season,I did amazed myself on how I can pull off that 40% extra weight for every exercises at the gym.Ah!I wonder what will happen If I punched a face at that time.Maybe he will need a plastic surgery later. Damn!Isn't that good if I can get angry for all my gym time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I'm tired of being angry.That is so not happy go lucky me.I'm not one of those Malay who &lt;em&gt;'marahkan nyamuk,kelambu dibakar'&lt;/em&gt;.OK.I lied.Maybe a little. I'm still Malay for God sake.Whatever itis,this angry has to stop nonchalantly. I pitied my boss and people around me who somehow or rather my angry had unleashed the rebel inside them. Huhuhu!I'm scared.Please blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find solution and voila!I got what I'm asking for. Just like I said earlier, this old virgin does indeed have a few secret admirer. Only all this while I just playing very hard to catch.Later,my CEO found a solution too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,the perfect storm may look calm but apparently it's still not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell the finale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-126921014882430895?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/126921014882430895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/126921014882430895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#126921014882430895' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8168014511595282684</id><published>2008-04-16T15:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:04:31.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Lessons Learnt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEiMqPGnoSI/AAAAAAAABYk/IK5fDgyGm20/s200/exclamation.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you produce more error/bug in your work then the people will see you working.The more error/bug you can output,the good worker you are even most of the times I think the error is so stupid like it's shouldn't be happen at all at the first place.But who cares about the quiet worker with no major error/bug that I loves very much to work with!Do your job clumsily and believe me,your will get rewarded heavily.I think I came across a scientific theory about this somewhere.The hypothesis is that,people remember better about bad things than the good things in the life.So please.I beg you.Please produce more error/bug in your work.Your boss will appreciate you better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEiMqPGnoSI/AAAAAAAABYk/IK5fDgyGm20/s200/exclamation.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever trying to be a hero.Period.If you see the project is doomed to be failed,let it be.Don't try to save it.Don't ever think about it.Stupid me!I took over others people failed job and I get penalized.Yeah right!How convenient it can be.I successfully saved one before and the project turned out to be our fat cash cow now but again second time around is not a always charmer.At least for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEiMqPGnoSI/AAAAAAAABYk/IK5fDgyGm20/s200/exclamation.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working over time or in weekend is just a waste of time.No matter how ASAP the work need to be done or simply if you for some unknown reason are over loving with your job because what I learnt is that,that kind of love isn't mutual.So please go back early,save your health.Save your relationship.Err...and save your plants too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEiMqPGnoSI/AAAAAAAABYk/IK5fDgyGm20/s200/exclamation.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good boss is the one who stick with you through bad and good times.Or...maybe through supernatural time too.Thank Miji for stayed back with me.I think he think that I'm afraid to stay back alone because of some kind of ghost or supernatural things in the office.Aiyo!Commonlah boss.I once did the Celcom migration ll alone in the whole building at 3 am in the morning and no ghost.Mmm...but the lampu yang berkelip-kelip itu sungguhlah mensuspenskan aku.Well,like in a horror movie,when there is a ghost coming,the lamp must be flickering like hell.Huhuhu!I'm scared. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LIST-STYLE-IMAGE: url(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SEiMqPGnoSI/AAAAAAAABYk/IK5fDgyGm20/s200/exclamation.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As once said by Datuk Wahib Omar,a happy worker perform better.Indeed,I think it's so true.So, please make me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8168014511595282684?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8168014511595282684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8168014511595282684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8168014511595282684' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6719006768582933053</id><published>2008-04-15T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:57:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Bila Aku Buat Matematik&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matematik itu makanan seorang jurutera.Tapi hubungan aku dengan matematik hanya sekadar teman tapi mesra.Topik yang paling selalu menjadi lauk kegagalan aku ialah kebarangkalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu hari buat matematik sedunia.Orang lain semua sudah lama membuat kira-kira nak buat apa dengan angka-angka mereka tapi aku masih lagi sibuk gila seperti biasa dengan masalah binari gila.Lagipun aku memang takut hendak membuat kira-kira itu kerana barang kali motivasi bekerja aku akan jatuh terjunam.Hajat di hati,dah siap MNP baru aku nak mula mengira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,niat yang murni itu tak panjang umurnya.Sila salahkan pengaruh rakan sebaya untuk itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku buka Maybank2u.Aku catitkan angka-angkanya.Aku buka email.Aku tekan kalkulator dan terus aku ke Alamanda cuba menghiburkan hati yang kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi!Aku memang tak puas hati.Buat kali pertama dalam masa 9 tahun, aku tak puas hati dengan Level aku.Memang marah tahap menggigil satu badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu itu dan minggu-minggu seterusnya,aku mogok malas tak mahu buat matematik.Datang kerja hanya untuk menunjukkan muka yang marah sahaja.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah.Siapa suruh aku buat matematik lagi masa aku sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padan muka MNP dan kawan-kawan yang senasib dengannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6719006768582933053?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6719006768582933053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6719006768582933053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6719006768582933053' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7768511353212973081</id><published>2008-04-14T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:53:33.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Like A Virgin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneasy.Panic.Nervous.Feel the adrenalin surge like so much blood coursing through the veins. The heart beat thumping like it was put on a microphone.Scare. Unsure.Uncertain.Sweaty palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!I hate interview.Prepared or unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like;Dude!Strip naked.Stand on that petri dish.We are going to microscoping you.Huhuhu.I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.Please pardon my tad over the top ala Gulliver's Travel imagination but still interview is like taking an examination.You go out from there with a result.KO or OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many many years,this is the first interview.With that,I'm proud to claim that I'm so much interviewee virgin.Mmm...then, remember being a virgin and having the first night?Everything is so awkward and some said it's scary too.Not sure what to do or react.To make noise or to keep quiet? However,there is always the first time for everything right?At first,I didn't want to go as I want to watch Astro Box Office but after considering that I'm being treated like a shit,I did go nonchalalantly. Thanks dude for the pep talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bought a new belt and pant too.I put my best white cotton shirt with strangely,a royal blue tie that did not match anything except err...my underwear colour.I wear my favourite Hugo Boss smell and I shaved too.Well,look good does count nowadays being the good brain come in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 stages later,I made peace with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I'm brainwashed that I'm like an old virgin such that nobody want me.That day,I knew what are my asking price should be.This old virgin does indeed have a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you are a virgin Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst.That is a secret.Just like the result of the interview too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7768511353212973081?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7768511353212973081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7768511353212973081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7768511353212973081' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7353193018910757610</id><published>2008-04-13T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:56:34.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cirle Of Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in my &lt;a href="http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2677050278565824559"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;last entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wrote something about how envy I am with one of my friend.The one that I dubbed so handsome, so successful in life and live happily ever after with his wife and so cute daughter.Yup!I still jealous with him.I still want his life.Err...minus the wife because I think his wife has morphed into something that looks very much like a sister to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while,I met one of my long lost friend at one of my many functions. Mmm... welcome back to KL dude!He told me,I still look very much the same just like when he left me for good.Still single and handsome.No major progress at all.Very much static. Still flat as it used to be.Yep!The latter refer to my mid section area aka my six packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wished to have my body and immediately I brushed him aside that I would never trade like ever if in return I have to have his body.Hahaha!No offence dude.But please accept the fact that you are not jambu anymore.You are so FAT.So fat such that he had to tailor made all his pants as no off the racks size will fit him.Yeah!That what will happen if you are married and happy.To those who are still single and miserable, all of the racks size I declared is yours to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X want to be Y.&lt;br /&gt;Z want to be X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X=Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm 5 kilos more to go to my Form 5 weight.Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7353193018910757610?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7353193018910757610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7353193018910757610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7353193018910757610' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5190852583094846079</id><published>2008-04-12T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:51:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tapi Bukan Aku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lagi kau sesali keputusanku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak ingin kau semakin kan terluka&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku paksakan cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;Meski tiada sanggup untuk kau terima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang manusia paling berdosa&lt;br /&gt;Khianati rasa demi keinginan semu&lt;br /&gt;lLebih baik jangan mencintaiku aku dan semua hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Karena takkan pernah kau temui, cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;Berakhirlah sudah semua kisah ini&lt;br /&gt;Dan jangan kau tangisi lagi&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun aku takkan pernah mencoba kembali padamu&lt;br /&gt;Sejuta kata maaf terasa kan percuma&lt;br /&gt;Sebab rasa ku tlah mati untuk menyadarinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saja kan kau dapati&lt;br /&gt;Hati yg tulus mencintaimu &lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="center" src="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1390427_uf3fz/Kerispatih-TapiBukanAku.wma" width="200" height="60" type="audio/x-ms-wma" autostart="FALSE" volume="70%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Keris Pateh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5190852583094846079?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5190852583094846079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5190852583094846079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5190852583094846079' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2563029215261849298</id><published>2008-04-11T17:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:40:14.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Bunuh Diri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah anda rasa mahu bunuh diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Saya pernah.Saya tahu bunuh diri itu kufur nikmat.Saya juga tahu itu adalah pemikiran yang salah tetapi tersecara tidak sengaja seimbas lalu saya terfikir akannya. Idea bunuh diri itu sudah ada bercambah di kepala tapi malangnya cara pelaksanaannya tidak pula terbayangkan langsung. Maklumlah, saya kan ala-ala Bree Van de Kamp sedikit.Penuh teliti dan cerewet membuat sesuatu hatta memilih pasta di pasar raya sekali pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang bunuh diri atas banyak alasan.Ada yang gagal dalam peperiksaan, gagal dalam percintaan, gagal dalam kehidupan atau yang paling kelakar setakat ini pernah saya dengar ialah ada suri rumah di Perak bunuh diri sebab gagal dapat pinggan mangkok baru dari suaminya. Argh!Mak cik. Kenapalah kau tak telefon atau SMS saya.Sah lah saya akan berlari laju ke IKEA belikan pinggan mangkok baru untuk kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....Patutkah satu kehidupan dibunuh sendiri atas tiket satu kegagalan atau sekadar satu dozen set pinggan mangkok?Nampak macam remeh tidak masuk akal bukan?Hakikatnya, ia tidak semudah itu. Bagi mereka yang kegagalan itu bukan kawan baiknya, semua ini amat sukar dicerna akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunuh diri itu satu idea bodoh.Walaupun hanya sekadar terfikir seimbas lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu tatkala berlari riang di taman bunga,saya ternampak satu adegan yang buat saya insaf tentang itu.Tentang betapa mahalnya harga sebuah kehidupan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi masih bernafas,hidup perlu diteruskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beraman damailah dengan kegagalan waima kegagalan itu memang kawan baikmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi,ada sesiapa yang rasa mahu bunuh diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mungkin boleh menolong ceritakan apa yang saya nampak agar anda ada pilihan kedua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Terasa amat lelaki Melayu terakhirlah pula mengunakan kata ganti diri saya di karangan ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2563029215261849298?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2563029215261849298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2563029215261849298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2563029215261849298' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6104286312582883497</id><published>2008-04-10T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:18:46.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Now,Everyone Can Ping Pong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYl5fGnoMI/AAAAAAAABX0/bN95BqZDhhs/s1600-h/pongcyber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203388089005220034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYl5fGnoMI/AAAAAAAABX0/bN95BqZDhhs/s400/pongcyber1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrow:Writer in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please blame Miji.Now for all of April there are no badminton.Not even once.Miji was late.All slots available was fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do?If Plan A fail then go to Plan B.The sweat must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B=Ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?Ping pong!I smirked unconvinced.I know what is ping but ping with a pong is a new territory for me.Ping pong is so not my forte.So unpopular.Who play ping pong anyway?Nerd?Jerk?Or loser?Ping pong is so second class sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonchalantly,kudos to Miji.For his undying passion to manipulate all the boys to play ping pong.For that,arthiristis or non arthiristis patients took turn patiently to play.Rizal even bought a new racket.Err...do we called that red and black face thing to hit the ball a racket?Please pardon me for that.See.Have I told you that ping pong is a new territory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,after a few training session,all my pessimist thought are turned over.I want to confess that ping pong is so much fun.So crazy.I once halucinated that 'ping-pong' sound in my afternoon nap.It's so addictive too.We even once opened the tables right after office hours end but with the CEO still in the meeting room literally besides us.Hahaha!Like I care. The sweat must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the boy with server type of legs like me can play ping pong,I think so does everyone else with the normal legs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ping pong?Now,I'm not shy to say that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop!Wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst!Don't told Faber that I don't know how to smash yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I miss badminton so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6104286312582883497?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6104286312582883497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6104286312582883497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6104286312582883497' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYl5fGnoMI/AAAAAAAABX0/bN95BqZDhhs/s72-c/pongcyber1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5606869165745979505</id><published>2008-04-09T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:25:23.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ops Bersih!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekat 6 tahun(kot!) di sini,tahun 2008 ini barulah terbuka hidayah untuk manusia-manusia di tempat aku menaip hari-hari dan kawasan-kawasan yang sama waktu dengannya untuk berhijrah suasana.Jadi bersih dan bebas kotak seadanya.Gila!Cuba bayangkanlah suasananya kalau anda tidak pernah buang sampah selama 6 tahun?Masya Allah.Sahlah macam bukit tinggi sampahnya.Macam ini banyaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYYe_GnoKI/AAAAAAAABXk/Bw_hW5Op-xM/s1600-h/IMG_8502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203373340087525538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYYe_GnoKI/AAAAAAAABXk/Bw_hW5Op-xM/s400/IMG_8502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bapak banyak sampah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baiklah ketika aktiviti membersih aku yang tidak tahu menahu telah selamba bercuti ria. Bila terdatang pejabat untuk ambil laptop, tengok pejabat semua dah jadi cantik.Secantik kakak-kakak di bilik sana.Terima kasih semua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita pasal kakak,sekarang ada kakak kemas pejabat yang baru.Di import khas dari negara Indonesia.Serius aku suka bangat sama dia punya hasil kerja.Sekali pandang,mmm...ada iras-iras Misae.Oops!Matilah aku kena pelangkong nanti.Tapi kakak ini memang bagus kerjanya. Kalau ada 5 markah,5 markah aku akan bagi dia.Pernah aku terperanjat datang pejabat bila meja aku bertukar kemas.Dialah punya kerja itu.Habis kertas yang berselerakan jadi kemas berkumpulan.Tapi kalau aku ada di meja,dia agak segan hendak mengemas meja aku. Lagipun sudah banyak kali aku menolak permintaan dia untuk mengemas meja aku.Maka,inilah hasilnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYY7vGnoLI/AAAAAAAABXs/ohZ-J5mbUHY/s1600-h/IMG_9134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203373834008764594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYY7vGnoLI/AAAAAAAABXs/ohZ-J5mbUHY/s400/IMG_9134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Konon-kononnya bersenilah ambil gambar padahal meja macam celaka bersepah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berselerak sepanjang tahun dan pastinya untuk tahun-tahun yang akan datang juga.Sah!Aku memang kuat DNA lelakinya kerana hanya perempuan sahajalah yang kemas mejanya. Hahaha!Itulah ayat seorang pemalas yang dalam penafian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meja yang serabut ini memang satu manifestasi sama dengan masalah yang berserabut di dalam isi kepala ini.Masalah cintalah(?),masalah keluargalah,masalah kerjalah, masalah bengang dengan bosslah dan macam-macam masalah lain lagi.Hidup ini memang penuh dengan masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.Kan bagus kalau semua masalah ini adalah sampah.Bisa sahaja aku minta kakak itu tolong buangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan bagus kalau aku jadi dia.Tenang sahaja di sana tanpa masalah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5606869165745979505?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5606869165745979505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5606869165745979505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5606869165745979505' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDYYe_GnoKI/AAAAAAAABXk/Bw_hW5Op-xM/s72-c/IMG_8502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-197739553345532766</id><published>2008-04-08T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:06:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;B.O.R.O.I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDUnefGnoJI/AAAAAAAABXc/16iS9QPoKCE/s1600-h/2042549618_37a9ce4896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203108349195296914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDUnefGnoJI/AAAAAAAABXc/16iS9QPoKCE/s400/2042549618_37a9ce4896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gila!Tak nampak kaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka ada di mana-mana.Di atas,di bawah,di kiri dan di kanan.Dari tingkat 19 ke tingkat 16,ke tingkat 2 sampailah ke bahagian tak ada tingkat sekalipun. Mereka ada macam-macam reka bentuk.Dari yang comel secomelnya sehinggalah ke rupa paras yang aku kira agak buruk pada pandangan mata kasar aku.Dengan hanya melihat,mereka berupaya buat aku takut untuk melihat masa depan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku akan jadi seperti mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut kata Pengarah Perubatan, Institut Jantung Negara (IJN), Datuk Seri Dr. Robaayah Zambahari,golongan mereka itu berstatistikkan 48% lelaki di Malaysia atau dengan kata ngerinya,hampir separuh daripada populasi lelaki di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Mereka itu ialah orang gemuk.Maafkan aku kalau ada yang terhina. Gemuk itu indah tapi boroi itu tidak.Aku amat takut penyakit boroi itu. Sungguhlah trauma sehinggakan aku tidak akan masuk berenang jika ada lelaki boroi yang sedang bersuka-ria di dalam kolam sana. Tidaklah juga dapat aku membayangkan betapa tidak cantik aku rasanya tatkala beraktiviti berbogel wajib di hadapan cermin setiap pagi jika ukur lilit perut itu bersaiz 35.4 inci, saiz rasmi kategori obesiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.Kenapalah di TM sini ramai sangat lelaki boroi?Dah macam broadband. Ada di mana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa macam lemas.Macam ikan emas sebalang kaca dengan ikan keli yang bermisai panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anorexia Nervosa!Tolonglah datang sini.Serang hendap mereka yang buat aku takut itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Gambar pemandangan dari atas di atas ialah bukan gambar aku kerana jika itu aku maka akan ternampaklah benda-benda yang sepatutnya tidak nampak.Untuk makluman, gambar di atas diplagiat sesuka hati aku daripada aktiviti berGoogle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-197739553345532766?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/197739553345532766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/197739553345532766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#197739553345532766' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDUnefGnoJI/AAAAAAAABXc/16iS9QPoKCE/s72-c/2042549618_37a9ce4896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5035857411762420883</id><published>2008-04-07T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:01:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Macam Boss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="3" cellpadding="3" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Man!Kau dah jadi bos ke belum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Aku&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Belum.Kenapa?Kau nak ambil aku jadi bos ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Hahaha!Kau tak layaklah jadi bos.Tak ada tokoh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Aku&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Hello.Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Jangan marah bro.I'm talking about your perut.Tak boroi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Aku&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Perut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Well.Nak jadi bos perut kenalah boroi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Aku&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Biol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Cuba kau tengok perut bos-bos kau.Semua boroikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Aku&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Hahaha!Tapi betullah cakap kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Dia&lt;td valign="top"&gt;:See the perutlah my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruklah macam ini.Aku nak jadi bos tapi aku tak mahu jadi boroi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Kata ganti diri 'kau' diguna sebagai mengaburi mata pihak musuk kerana dalam dialog sebenar aku tidak membahasakan dia sebagai kau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5035857411762420883?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5035857411762420883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5035857411762420883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5035857411762420883' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4694619059350208080</id><published>2008-04-06T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:00:11.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;In The Loop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDJL6yAmdaI/AAAAAAAABXU/I0GPYw5xs2E/s1600-h/175294373_3aca523d86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202303992795133346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDJL6yAmdaI/AAAAAAAABXU/I0GPYw5xs2E/s400/175294373_3aca523d86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email and a series of phone calls too.From a client.She want to submit a proposal and asked me my quotation for that particular project. Err...I wonder why she contacted me on the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without opened the attachment because I'm too busy and furthermore it's not my work to quote a proposal,I simply forwarded that email to my big boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening,I got an email saying something 'thank you for putting me in the loops".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp!I got LOOP from my boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that suppose to mean?Am I in danger or did I do something wrong?I felt slightly uneasy with that loop word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later over a nasi briani,I shared my story over a members of the table.I received a lot of response.Mostly it's a smirked at my unnecessary paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Loop tu macam kau put him for his concernlah!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explained one of my English-speaking-at-home friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I thought it's a negative connotation or something".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh!What a relief.My English is so damn bad.Well,I'm an engineer and for starter, loop is never a good word for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite loop,anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring any bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of the bell is ringing,then maybe I'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,it's sometimes very hard to understand why engineer talk to himself so much than to his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer are species that very hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like an accountant or a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4694619059350208080?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4694619059350208080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4694619059350208080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4694619059350208080' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDJL6yAmdaI/AAAAAAAABXU/I0GPYw5xs2E/s72-c/175294373_3aca523d86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-478733218877221781</id><published>2008-04-05T09:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:58:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Kisah Derma Darah Di Pejabat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIqIiAmdYI/AAAAAAAABXA/M67mGM--5LY/s1600-h/IMG_8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202266845622990210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIqIiAmdYI/AAAAAAAABXA/M67mGM--5LY/s320/IMG_8568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bukan sekadar gambar hiasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!Hari itu ada kempen derma darah anjuran TM MSC.Aku sebagai penderma tegar sungguh teruja sekali.Sehabis rutin mesyuarat pagi,aku sudah berjaya membolosi benteng pertahanan sibuk untuk pergi menderma sedikit darah.Wah!Terharu sungguh rasanya bila kakak juru ambil darah itu meletakkan darah cantik warna merah seplastik beg itu diatas peha aku yang pejal. Sungguh panas darah aku.Itulah kali pertama dalam karier aku sebagai seorang penderma darah,aku dibenarkan bermesra dengan darah sendiri sebelum darah itu menjadi darah orang lain.Memang sedih.Memang tiba-tiba terasa tak mahu berpisah langsung.OK.Itu hanya drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik ke pangkalan di tingkat 2,aku war-warkan hasil risikan aku di bawah tadi. Err... aku terjumpa sesuatu yang cantik gila juga di sana tadi.Memang serius cantik berseri-berseri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cis!Hampeh.Sikit pun suami-suami yang setia ini tidak teruja dengan cerita gadis cantik aku.Setelah penat melobi dan memanipulasi,akhirnya dapatlah aku 5 satria binari ria yang terpedaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,kita hanya mampu merancang tapi Tuhan yang menentukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum apa-apa lagi,1 satria binari ria sudah gagal.Berpenyakit Arthiristis(?) katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lagi gagal pula kerana bertekanan darah tinggi.OK!Aku agak faham kalau bos aku gagal kerana dia memang selalu bertekanan darah tinggi melayan karenah aku yang asyik bermasalah tapi Kimi.Err...bukan kat luar tadi darah kau bertekanan rendah ke?Apa pasal bila masuk dalam untuk derma darah,naik pula tekanan darah kau?Mmm...takut jarum ke bang?Adui!Macam-macam hal betullah kawan-kawan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahnya,dari 5 satria binari ria,hanya 2 yang berjaya ke peringkat akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah Rizal dan Pak Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak berjaya,kita cuba lagi tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahizal dan Rizal,kau jangan nak bagi alasan tak cukup makan lagi tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Aku agak tak puas hati sebab tak dapat makan lepas derma darah.Hampeh betul pihak penganjur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-478733218877221781?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/478733218877221781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/478733218877221781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#478733218877221781' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIqIiAmdYI/AAAAAAAABXA/M67mGM--5LY/s72-c/IMG_8568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1623793401485012887</id><published>2008-04-04T09:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:55:42.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Siapa Yang Bersalah Sebenarnya:A,B,D?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mengadu dengan aku.Ikut mulut manisnya Blah yang salah.Blah yang buat dosa dengan aku. Ini disahkan lagi oleh fakta dari C yang memang kepoh gila yang mana menurut kata C dia dapat maklumat itu dari D.C pun tak puas hati sebenarnya dengan B(dan A juga). Aduh!Sungguh rumit sekali kesengalan ini.Bagaimanalah harus aku menarik rambut di dalam tepung agar rambut tidak putus dan tepung tidak berselerak kalau sebegini pusing senarionya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoalan aku.Siapakah punya angkara terhadap permasalahan ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beria-ria mengatakan yang dia tak salah.Dia hanya menjalan tugas. OK.Suka hati kaulah nak cakap apa sahaja sebab aku memang tak pernah percaya pun.Bila aku bersemuka dengan B,B kata dia tak salah. A yang salah.A yang sebenarnya buat aku rasa tersiksa.B kata dia hanya menjalankan tugas sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh!Babilah dua-dua orang ini.Sama sahaja dua orang babi ini.Cuba main wayang drama Cina dengan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babilah oi!Kalau kau nak berlakon pun dengan aku,cubalah pakai skrip yang sama. Berlatih baca skrip sama-sama dahulu.Ini cerita A dan B tak sama langsung.Kalau sama cerita, taklah aku suka-suka hati nak bagi babi percuma.Babi mahal apa sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah!Kenapa susah sangat mereka yang babi itu hendak mengaku?Sebesar peluru berpandu agaknya ego mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi?Siapa yang salah sebenarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...pasal apa pula aku yang salah.Bukan aku mangsa ke di kes ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik.Kalau aku yang salah,aku tak halalkan dunia akhirat hak aku yang sepatutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergembiralah hidup kamu semua babi-babi dengan keputusan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuiz hari ini:Berapa kalikah kata babi disebut dalam karangan di atas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1623793401485012887?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1623793401485012887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1623793401485012887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1623793401485012887' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-100209783649506490</id><published>2008-04-03T09:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:51:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Panjangnya!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku solat sebelah dia.Dia,seorang teman tapi tidak kuasa aku nak mesra. Dunia kami berbeza kastanya.Dia kat atas sana dan aku cuma rakyat biasa berdarah merah di bawah sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah khusyuk rukuk,aku hilang khusyuk.What the...?Biar betul apa yang aku nampak. Hari itu memang hari bertuah aku.Barulah aku dapat sahkan apa yang orang lain selalu gosipkan itu bukan khabar angin tapi ia sesuatu yang ada benarnya.Hah!Baru aku tahu hari itu kenapa setokin dia selalu koyak kat depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waduh!Bapak gila panjang kuku kaki dia.Dah panjang itu satu hal,kotor dan hitam pula. Err... main bola sepak dalam hari hujan ke bang?Memang tak indah sungguh pemandangan rukuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu ditertawakan kenapa aku boleh ada kawan sebegitu pengotor. Jauh macam Princess Diana dengan Amy Winehouse perbezaan kami. Aku sebenarnya tak tahu nak buat apa. Nak ditegur dia,tak tercapai pula dek mulutku.Tapi kalau tidak ditegur,aku pula yang dikutuk masyarakat mulut dan bermata jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma ini sebenarnya sudah lama menghantui aku.Tapi hakikatnya aku tak peduli pun apa orang nak kata tentang badan dia kerana aku bukan kawan mesra berkongsi rahsia pun dengan dia. Itu hak dia nak berkuku panjang.Itu badan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...bagaimana pula dengan kawan-kawan saya semua yang saya sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahkah anda memotong kuku kaki anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah.Sesibuk mana sekali pun anda mengumpul duit yang membusut itu,kasut mahal anda tidak boleh buat anda nampak cantik kalau kuku kaki anda yang panjang itu mengoyakkan setokin RM10 dapat 3 itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-100209783649506490?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/100209783649506490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/100209783649506490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#100209783649506490' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5743089333656695459</id><published>2008-04-02T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:40:43.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Solat Berjemaah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIsBSAmdZI/AAAAAAAABXM/SqW9vmK-D3g/s1600-h/solat+jemaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIsBSAmdZI/AAAAAAAABXM/SqW9vmK-D3g/s400/solat+jemaah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268920092194194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solat berjemaah itu indah.Ada imam di depan.Ada makmum mengikuti di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak payah di perah minda berfikir dalam-dalam,susunan yang difardukan itu memang ada falsafahnya.Di luar atau di dalam medan solat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironinya tidak semua orang begitu.Kadang-kadang melihat karektor jemaah yang berniat baik boleh buat aku naik geram.Ini geram bukan pasal telefon tiba-tiba memekak lagu Umbrella ella ella eh! eh! eh! tatkala sang imam baik-baik sahaja tajwidnya membaca Al-Fatihah. Juga ini bukan geram sebab makcik-makcik sebelah tak sudah-sudah bergossip dari sepi syahdu tahiyat kedua sehinggalah ke tahiyat terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini geram kerana susunan makmum yang mengikut di belakang.OK!Sila salahkan penyakit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder itu.Kadang-kadang dan selalunya aku lihat susun aturnya agak popular berat sebelah ke arah kiri.Tak stabil sungguh laksana kapal terbang bersayap sebelah. Jahil sangatkah mereka sebab setahu aku susunan makmum yang aku belajar bukan begitu gaya rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasannya,kalau ke kanan nanti ada kemungkinan kena jadi imam.Aik!Yang bab ini tahu pula. Tak jahil pun sebenarnya.Aiyo!Memanglah afdal pilih yang kanan jadi imam tapi kalau kurang kelayakan seperti tak kahwin lagi ke atau tak pergi haji lagi ke,yang kiri atau tengah bisa sahaja boleh jadi imam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kalau orang tepuk lembut bahu aku suruh jadi imam,aku selamba sahaja menurut walhal kadang-kadang selepas itu aku agak tersipu-sipu malu melihat adanya calon-calon lain agak lebih berkaliber ada sesaf rupanya dengan aku.Mmm...adakah aku nampak berwibawa sungguh dari pandangan belakang?Sekali tengok kat depan pakai V neck rupanya imam tadi.Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persetankan soal leher V itu.Err...susah sangat ke nak jadi imam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang dah kahwin dan yang dah pergi haji,janganlah segan-segan nak jadi imam. Sila sedar diri sedikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang dah kahwin dan yang dah pergi haji,janganlah berebut-berebut dengan aku nak duduk sebelah kiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...kerana sebenarnya,aku pun malas nak jadi imam juga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5743089333656695459?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5743089333656695459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5743089333656695459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5743089333656695459' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SDIsBSAmdZI/AAAAAAAABXM/SqW9vmK-D3g/s72-c/solat+jemaah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7930160216854236947</id><published>2008-04-01T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:53:49.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Kisah Satu Sejadah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_jz0P7AsI/AAAAAAAABWk/NkGJBXeQIGg/s1600-h/IMG_7822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197122974347100866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_jz0P7AsI/AAAAAAAABWk/NkGJBXeQIGg/s400/IMG_7822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini *KPI aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu sekali paling kurang solat Maghrib berjemaah mesti ditunaikan. Itu azam aku. Itupun kalau boleh dan kalau sempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu aku habis gym lambat sebab lupa diri seketika.Sudahnya, terkejar-kejarlah berlari ke surau.Nasib baik sempat.Dapat juga jadi makmum.Dapat juga masbuk di saat akhir.Tengah solat aku jadi insaf.Terharu yang amat sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang sebelah kiri aku tolong bentangkan sejadah buat aku. Buat lapik dahi aku yang sejuk cecah lantai marmar berair sisa wuduk.Itulah jadinya kalau sudah lambat dan tergesa-gesa. Sejadah ke mana.Kain pelekat pun ikat gaya entah apa-apa.Asal boleh sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insiden itu buat aku rasa kecil sekali.Ada lagi spesies manusia baik di dunia ini rupanya. Aksi jejaka yang aku kira berpangkat abang itu mungkin kecil tapi agak besar maknanya bagi aku. Apalah agaknya yang telah aku buat sampai dapat kebaikan hati seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bekerja memang akan sibuk sentiasa tapi dah namanya kerja, buat sampai mati pun memang tak akan habis-habis punya.Maka,marilah kita sama-sama solat berjemaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Key Performance Index.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7930160216854236947?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7930160216854236947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7930160216854236947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7930160216854236947' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_jz0P7AsI/AAAAAAAABWk/NkGJBXeQIGg/s72-c/IMG_7822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1252923046041580012</id><published>2008-03-31T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:37:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ferrari Saya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_e7UP7ArI/AAAAAAAABWc/jlWofeipuI8/s1600-h/2189387031_bc2bd4dcb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_e7UP7ArI/AAAAAAAABWc/jlWofeipuI8/s400/2189387031_bc2bd4dcb9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197117605637980850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cita-cita murni menggunung tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 buah negeri dijelajahi.Melaka,Selangor dan Wilayah Perseketuan Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pit stop terpaksa ditempuhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,7 senyuman terukir indah setiap kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!Misi kali ini telah sempurna dilaksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 replika mini Ferrari berskala 1:38 edisi telah dimiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumlah kenipisan beg duit=RM 5.90 x 7 x 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumlah senyuman di dalam hati=tak terkira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1252923046041580012?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1252923046041580012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1252923046041580012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1252923046041580012' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SB_e7UP7ArI/AAAAAAAABWc/jlWofeipuI8/s72-c/2189387031_bc2bd4dcb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6741527635728147317</id><published>2008-03-30T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:38:01.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Word Of The Day::Frugal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fru·gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Practicing or marked by economy, as in the expenditure of money or the use of material resources.&lt;br /&gt;2. Costing little; inexpensive: a frugal lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is that,bro?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a busy body,I cannot resist the temptation to throw a question upon seeing a series of blue boxes peeking out from my boyfriend work bag.We are lightly chatting at the surau for the Asar prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bekal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered me.I frowned very hard.It look like it's about too many boxes to me.Breakfast and lunch maybe.Then,I made a weird face almost as if saying 'since when you are eating a &lt;em&gt;bekal&lt;/em&gt; dude?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Frugal".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added shortly as if he can telepath my mind.But,seriously this friend of mine is dangerous.He is like my twin.On numerous occasion,it's proven that he share the same personality trait like me. Oh ya!That make me so un-unique anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Frugal?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded in slight disbelief.He just smiled.We continue our chatting. About work. About life.About money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!Life can be so economically challenging when a men start having a children around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.I know what rebuttal that might be but let just save it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there is a woman out there that can convince me that married is the good things that can happen to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Unless you own a Civic 07,don't bother to convince me.I'm not interested.I'm too materialistic for that.At least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6741527635728147317?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6741527635728147317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6741527635728147317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6741527635728147317' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8766037629878955504</id><published>2008-03-29T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:21:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Word Of The Day::Takut Bini&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pergi IKEA tak?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waived me at spontaneously throw a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I did but I don't know what to buy".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!This friend of mine normally speak in not his mother tongue with me so I guess it's appropriate for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...then.Here we came the BIG silence.A very typical male-male conversation.2 lines and then the world is like out of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"By any chance,do you collect Ferrari's?Aku cari macam nak matilah yang no.4."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cracking my brain,then I manage to come out with something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Damansara kat mana ada Shell?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!A big applause for me for breaking that big silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku tak kumpullah.Bini aku suruh isi Petronas.Nak menang Audi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.I almost being a sarcastic that day.Luckily he is one of my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,I wonder about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka macam ini handsome pun takut bini ke?I know deep down you like that cute little Ferraris.Who wouldn't right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this takut bini syndrome does not choose its' victim.Even being a handsome like a model does not guaranteed you will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me?Will I ever get lucky to the least to be the victim?I know that I'm not handsome like a model but will then I get scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8766037629878955504?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8766037629878955504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8766037629878955504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8766037629878955504' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3107424701039615848</id><published>2008-03-28T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:39:39.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Topik Pagi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kereta di waktu pagi,topik hari itu ialah pasal apa yang anda tidak suka dengan pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Kalaulah aku kenal lelaki si pemanggil yang amat sempoi itu, pastilah akan aku jabat tangannya dan akan aku tepuk-tepuk bahunya. Syabas!Cerita pagi itu memang satu inspirasi buat hari aku. Kesengalan memandu di belakang awek tak berapa cun yang tak nak potong-potong lori itu pun hilang juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isunya kecil sahaja.Pasal duit.Tentang karektor si isteri.Entah mengapa, isteri pemanggil tidak suka tahap berperang bermasam muka jika si suaminya memberi duit kepada ibu mertuanya. Aduh!Isu itu amat mikro sangat-sangat bagi aku.Ibu mertua kan taraf hormatnya macam ibu-ibu juga.Macamlah terjejas teruk sangat ekonomi negara jika duit yang tak seberapa itu dihulur mesra buat ibu yang telah susah-susah 9 bulan mengandungkan anaknya.Si isteri itu aku rasa patut tahu juga tentang itu kerana dia juga seorang ibu. Lagipun,bukankah di A-Z kamus hidup sang isteri ada mencatatkan yang walau apa pun yang terjadi di dunia ini,syurga seorang lelaki masih di bawah telapak kaki ibunya.Si pemanggil juga mengadu yang mana bila tiba babak-babak lakonan sang isteri dengan ibunya sendiri,boleh sahaja dompet sang isteri tanpa izin suami menjadi ringan tiba-tiba tanpa ada masam muka.Hai!Tak tahulah apa masalahnya tapi itu memang sengal.Serius!Cerita sang suami itu memang buat aku mahu isytiharkan perang sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di akhir kata,si pemanggil membuat satu kejutan seakan anti-klimak kepada ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Saya dah ceraikan dia dan sekarang saya bahagia dengan isteri baru".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terpelongo sesaat Faizal dan Fara Fauzana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yang baru ini tak kisah pun kalau saya nak beri duit kepada ibu saya".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah lagi si pemanggil bertuah itu.Wah!Aku terasa seakan mahu bertepuk tangan sahaja walaupun aku tahu di kelajuan 110 KM/J tindakan itu memang boleh mengundang gejala bunuh diri sendiri.Padan muka si isteri kedekut itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka,betullah kata bijak pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki yang baik untuk perempuan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki yang macam aku,mmm...untuk perempuan yang bagaimanalah agaknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau adalah perempuan untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baik ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana aku yang tanya di blog sendiri,maka aku rasa baik aku tak payah jawab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3107424701039615848?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3107424701039615848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3107424701039615848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3107424701039615848' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3601200661104765146</id><published>2008-03-27T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:15:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Apa Saat Yang Seronok Sangat Pasal Kahwin?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu sessi soal-jawab dengan pengantin lama di meja makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Masa tunang dapat jalan-jalan sambil pegang tangan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apalah.Tak mencabar langsung soalan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Mmm...kalau masa tengah resah gelisah,boleh dapat peluk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Masa jabat tangan tok kadi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itu mana seronok.Berpeluh satu badan tau kalau kau nak tahu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Masa malam pertama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm...Itu biasa sahaja seronoknya tapi malam pertama aku agak kelakar sebenarnya.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Aku tahu!Mesti seronok sebab boleh buat seks tiap-tiap malam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha.Kau tak kahwin lagi kau tak tahu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.OK.Aku putus asa.Apa yang seronok sangat pasal kahwin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well.Masa dapat baby pertama.Masa baby itu senyum kat kau dan pegang tangan kau kuat gila.Itu memang saat yang paling seronok gila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Terharunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak sexcited pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam nak ke Mid Valley adalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:* Memang kelakar tapi tak boleh dituliskan.Itu rahsia lelaki sama lelaki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3601200661104765146?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3601200661104765146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3601200661104765146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3601200661104765146' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8464730641652535972</id><published>2008-03-26T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:52:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saya Seorang Kapten&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pergi kenduri kahwin.Yang pertama kali dulu aku tak dapat pergi. Terlupa baca email. Maka untuk kali yang kedua ini,awal-awal lagi aku dah kosongkan kalendar sibuk aku.Wah!Cepat ya dapat cari pengganti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauk sedap sebab tanda arasnya aku makan banyak.Layanan semua OK.Pemandangan makan semeja dengan aku pun semua OK.Tolak pakcik dan makcik itu,semuanya termasuk aku boleh dimasukkan dalam kategori jambu.Pendek kata semuanya OKlah pasal kenduri itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tiba-tiba aku rasa mual.Bukan pasal makanan.Bukan pasal jambu. Bukan juga pasal pakcik dan makcik semeja dengan aku.Tapi pasal pengantin.Bukan pasal pengantin perempuan yang sudah nampak lain cantiknya tapi pasal panggilan demi panggilan kepada pengantin lelaki.Ya.Itu yang memualkan telinga aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!Aku tahulah kau askarkan.Aku tahulah kau Kapten tapi adakah perlu disebut kata Kapten itu setiap kali.Aiyo!Macam kalau tak sebut sekali tak cukup menunjuk agaknya.Aduh!Sudahlah penunjuk arah sekeliling ada kata Kapten itu. Terasa macam habis mata dan telinga aku dicemari dengan kata pangkat Kapten itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah.Aku semacam anti dengan kata Kapten itu waima adik dan adik ipar aku pun Kapten juga.Nasib baiklah mereka memahami aku.Dulu masa nak keluar kad jemputan sebelah Melaka, tiada langsung kata Kapten itu di mana-mana.Sama ada di tepi jalan mahu pun di udara. Pada awal mesyuarat keluaraga ada orang tua-tua yang tak setuju namun alasan nak berlagak itu mudah saja untuk para pemberontak terbalikkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku anti dengan kata Kapten itu.Tapi apa kata kita cuba tukar dengan kata Datuk pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk K.&lt;br /&gt;Datuk K.&lt;br /&gt;Datuk K.&lt;br /&gt;Datuk K.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!Banyaklah kau punya Datukkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sengal juga nampaknya.Perlukah telinga aku dibingitkan dengan kata-kata itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kalau dah Datuk,tak payahlah disebut berulang kali yang kau Datuk kan.Aku tahulah kau Datuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ular kalau menyusur akar,tak kan hilang bisanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kalau dah Kapten,tak kan hilang Kaptennya kalau tak panggil bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...Datuk kenalah sebut.Itu Sultan yang beri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti kalau Sultan murka,payah pula nak menjawabnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8464730641652535972?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8464730641652535972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8464730641652535972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8464730641652535972' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6454166656959137212</id><published>2008-03-25T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:19:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Kursus Kahwin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bla...bla...bla."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedang membebel tak tentu hala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau nak pergi kursus kahwin ke Man?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...?Aku terkasima sebentar kerana ditanya.Err...pekak ke apa kawan aku ini. Bukan aku sedang mencarutkan sesuatu pasal mobile number portability ke?Sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gila.Nak pergi buat apa?Awek pun tak ada lagi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan merah muka(err...kulit hitam nampak ke warna merah?) malulah kononnya aku cuba membetulkan keadaan. Kawan-kawan yang tunduk khusyuk membuat kerja masing-masing sudah tegak leher bak burung unta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Kursus kahwin.Kursus kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa macam otak aku kena tumbuk.Tiba-tiba rasa nak pergi kursus kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...TAPI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh ke pergi kursus kahwin kalau tak ada awek lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah boleh pak imam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti kalau dah tua ganyut seganlah pula kalau nak pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Man.Nanti kau psycho pergi sana sorang-sorang".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang nasihatkan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Psycholah pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...ada tak awek yang sudi nak ikut aku pergi kursus kahwin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6454166656959137212?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6454166656959137212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6454166656959137212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6454166656959137212' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7149021818695154142</id><published>2008-03-24T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:20:16.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Musim Hujan,Musim Mengawan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SA2s6EP7ApI/AAAAAAAABWM/vw9gp7LJutM/s1600-h/IMG_8492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SA2s6EP7ApI/AAAAAAAABWM/vw9gp7LJutM/s400/IMG_8492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191996059000963730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pergi cari baju Zahari tadi.Campak atas bumbung belakang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laung bapa pengantin kepada abang pengantin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mak pengantin mana?Suruh dia letak batu anak lesung dalam periuk. Rebus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laung mak saudara si pengantin lelaki pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keadaan kelam-kabut sedikit.Langit makin lama makin hitam.Majlis kenduri baru hendak bermula.Tetamu jemputan sudah mula ramai yang datang memenuhi undangan.Aku berehat di beranda.Ala-ala seorang VIP. Terberat tulang hendak menolong sebab kasut aku cantik dan ada bau kedai lagi.Langit makin gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju busuk telah dicampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak lesung yang tak bersalah juga telah direbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun hujan tetap turun.Turun dengan maha lebat sekali.12 tengah hari sampai jam 12 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Sejuklah pengantin baru malam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah!Zahari dan Shafieza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7149021818695154142?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7149021818695154142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7149021818695154142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7149021818695154142' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SA2s6EP7ApI/AAAAAAAABWM/vw9gp7LJutM/s72-c/IMG_8492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-230932012733173671</id><published>2008-03-23T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:20:54.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tunang Orang::Bahagian 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku puji gila tunang si Najib.Memang rajin gila.Memang berbakatlah buat kerja. Maklumlah,bukan senang nak buat majlis kenduri.Perlu ramai kaki tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak ada sedikit sangsi dengan pujian aku.Mak kata itu mungkin satu lakonan.Tapi mak berubah fikiran lalu kata boleh jadi juga itu satu kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ala mak.Tak kisahlah dia nak berlakon ke apa.Janji dia boleh buat kerja. Tak macam si Datin itu.Awal-awal lagi dah fail."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Ada gaya mak nenek aku membebel.Sah!Aku memang berbakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Entahlah.Macam mana nenek kau pilih menantu agaknya!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak layan bergossip dengan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang kalau bawa balik perempuan macam si Datin,Abang jangan balik-balik kampung lagi".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak tiba-tiba macam geram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.Baru 2 baris bergossip,aku dah kena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah namanya tak ada bala,sengaja cari bala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tertekan sungguh perasaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-230932012733173671?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/230932012733173671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/230932012733173671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#230932012733173671' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-275145713198783798</id><published>2008-03-22T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:25:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tunang Orang::Bahagian 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak balik rewang dengan khabar gembira.Si Najib dua pupu aku khabarnya sudah bertunang. Orang Pahang lawannya.Mak kata cantik tunangnya.Lemah lembut dan sopan santun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh!Aku(dan adik-beradik juga)sebenarnya kurang percaya dengan aras tanda kelas sesuatu kecantikan bagi kes mak.Ini bukan kes terpencil tapi kelas mak dan kelas kami memang jauh berbeza.Macam Puteri Diana dan Amy Winehouse jaraknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari langsung,aku kena jadi pemandu emak sebab ayah demam.Masuk dapur rumah pengantin nak cari pisau.Pisau tak dapat tapi aku dapat jumpa perempuan cantik tengah basuh pinggan. Wah! Ini kot tunang si Najib.Betullah cakap mak.Memang cantik. Terusan sahaja aku hilang ketar lutut lalu soal itu dan ini.Gatal gila.Tunang orang pun aku sibuk nak temuramah.Cubalah kalau tak cantik tadi.Haruslah aku kancing gigi tak tahu nak cakap apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu memang masalah kelakian aku.Kalau dengan perempuan cantik aku jadi berani tapi dengan perempuan yang sebaliknya aku jadi takut.Kes kajian:&lt;a href="http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7164176624569411520"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;perempuan kambing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; itu. Serius aku trauma gila dengan dia.Tidur malam pun boleh tergiang-giangkan suara dia yang kuat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan.Bagi akulah.Kecantikan perempuan itu tak berapa penting pun. Yang penting kereta dia cantik.Percayalah cakap aku. Kalau tak lawa macam Ugly Betty pun tapi bawa Civic 2.0 warna hitam,pastilah aku tergila-gilakan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.Sah hari itu si Najib telah menaik-tinggikan lagi tanda aras perempuan-perempuan cantik dalam keluarga aku.Dahlah cantik, ringan tulang pula gayanya.Tahu nak ke depan dan ke belakang buat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila!Tapi aku rasa sedikit tercabar dan terkalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manalah aku nak cari perempuan yang cantik macam itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat The Curve ada tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka pergi The Curve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-275145713198783798?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/275145713198783798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/275145713198783798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#275145713198783798' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3867664910348709620</id><published>2008-03-21T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:07:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cerita Taman Bunga&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAgdtHsi28I/AAAAAAAABWE/6Ktp3aC10MM/s1600-h/IMG_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190431231541697474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAgdtHsi28I/AAAAAAAABWE/6Ktp3aC10MM/s400/IMG_6885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bunga apa nak ambil agaknya!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik,dua sepupu emak itu sudah berkira-kira.Dia belum pun turun kereta lagi tapi hasrat sudah menggunung di dada.Mak bercerita dengan penuh sinar di mata.Aku senyum manja sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudah!Makcik-makcik memang begitu.Datang rumah aku mesti nak minta bunga.Macamlah rumah aku nurseri bunga.Minta ala percuma pula selepas itu.Mmm...tapi tak logik juga kalau nak kena letak harga.Mak pula pemurah sifatnya.Orang minta dia bagi sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Banyak ke yang dia ambil?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mula tak puas hati.Mak tunjuk yang itu,yang itu,yang sebelah sana, yang sebelah sini,yang dekat dapur dan yang itu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Banyaknya.Makcik-makcik memang pandai tau.Datang rumah masa aku tak ada.Cubalah minta kalau masa aku ada.Matilah dapat cekak pinggang dari aku sahaja.Aku memang kedekut tak pemurah macam mak.Err...mungkin aku ikut ayah kot.Like father,like son orang putih kata sebab ayah pun selalu tak puas hati dengan aktiviti memetik bunga di taman oleh makcik-makcik yang gemar datang rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya di hari langsung,kecohlah berita rumah aku banyak bunga. Banyak orkid juga yang sedang berkembang.Aku sudah kecut perut takut kalau rumah kena serbu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...aku tak rasa pun begitu banyak pun bunga mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi orang perempuan punya mulut memang begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melebih-lebih pula ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak hanya tersenyum bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah bersedia untuk bercekak pinggang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3867664910348709620?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3867664910348709620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3867664910348709620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3867664910348709620' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAgdtHsi28I/AAAAAAAABWE/6Ktp3aC10MM/s72-c/IMG_6885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-643483087184210630</id><published>2008-03-20T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:33:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;BABI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAcYTnsi27I/AAAAAAAABV8/_7FmKnMyarY/s1600-h/Charlotte"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190143820920183730" style="WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="283" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAcYTnsi27I/AAAAAAAABV8/_7FmKnMyarY/s400/Charlotte%27s+Web.bmp" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alahai.Comelnya dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf.Ini bukan amarah.Tidak juga satu sumpah seranah walaupun memang aku sedang membabikan orang sekarang.Aku berbicara yang benar.Tentang satu isu yang kalau dipegang oleh orang islam err...itu jatuh dalam kategori mughallazah hukumnya. Tidak molek pada pandangan mata masyarakat sejagat juga kalau bergambar mesra bersama-sama.Apatah lagi kalau dimasak dibuat asam pedas daging. Macam meliurkan bunyinya tapi haram hukum orang Islam makan dagingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya!Aku sedang berbicara tentang binatang comel hidung penyek ekor berpintal itu.Glamour sebagai Babe di layar perak atau senang sahaja dikenali sebagai babi di alam realiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku malu nak mengaku tapi hakikatnya Melaka dan babi sudah jadi semacam satu pasangan glamour.Sampaikan nama virus babi pun hampir-hampir nak dipopularkan dengan nama virus Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana sini di kampung orang bercerita tentang babi.Dulu bila aku cerita yang aku nampak babi masa jalan-jalan tengok kampung mak dan ayah gelakkan aku.Tak percaya. Tapi kini babi memang sudah ada di kampung aku.Tak tahulah dari mana datangnya tetamu tidak diundang itu tapi ada pak cik Cina kata yang babi-babi itu adalah lebihan yang sengaja diturunkan di kampung aku tatkala memuncaknya konspirasi ternakan babi haram di DUN Linggi suatu masa dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi-babi yang datang ini memang telah menjejaskan teruk ekonomi kampung aku walaupun spesies yang datang itu ala-ala ternak dan putih merah jambu warna kulitnya. Walaupun nampak comel,tapi ironinya orang sudah takut turun menoreh.Kebun aku juga habis disondol sana sini. Paling menakutkan,berani si babi itu mampir ke kawasan rumah aku.Mak sudah takut.Aku pun juga begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babilah itu babi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-643483087184210630?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/643483087184210630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/643483087184210630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#643483087184210630' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAcYTnsi27I/AAAAAAAABV8/_7FmKnMyarY/s72-c/Charlotte%27s+Web.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8072322259340447312</id><published>2008-03-19T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:18:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SMS Durian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kampung aku disambut haruman durian.Mak masak bubur kacang durian.Sedap tapi aku tak makan sebab aku tak suka bubur kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Banyak ke durian mak?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tak ada."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab mak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Habis.Ini durian mana?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pak Usu kau bagi".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tadi abang pergi kebun nampak macam banyak tapi tak jalan sampai belakanglah sebab banyak nyamuk".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bercerita.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ayah kau banyak tanah dia dah pajak".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak menyambung.Aku mengeluh kecil.Aku tahu aku sebenarnya tak patut pun buat begitu. Jika aku ditempat ayah,pasti aku juga berbuat begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang itu aku merempit ke rumah Pak Usu.Niat di hati mahu menempa durian.Argh!Misi gagal.Durian Pak Usu telah diambil orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hari kemudian,Izzat dan kembar balik kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kesian tau anak aku.Berkobar-kobar nak makan durian tapi tak dapat".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS Ina kepada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudah!Aku telah buat salah.Tersalah hantar SMS sebab ingat durian tengah banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku belajar sesuatu hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lain kali,pergi kebun dulu periksa banyak durian dah gugur atau tidak, kemudian baru SMS adik beradik suruh balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapalah Eddie tak panjang langkah pergi rumah Pak Usu cari durian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takkanlah mak pergi KL semua orang mati akal nak cari durian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8072322259340447312?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8072322259340447312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8072322259340447312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8072322259340447312' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-441023239802573600</id><published>2008-03-18T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:57:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Musim durian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAb0EXsi26I/AAAAAAAABV0/7n5HxWGtZvs/s1600-h/IMG_8459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAb0EXsi26I/AAAAAAAABV0/7n5HxWGtZvs/s400/IMG_8459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190103976508578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musim durian tak berapa menjadi lagi tahun ini.Ini sudah masuk tahun kedua selepas bencana banjir besar.Trauma lagi agaknya pokok-pokok durian kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banjir besar itu memang mengubah landskap kampung.Mana-mana pokok durian yang tak trauma,err...tak panjang umurnya.Luruh daun satu persatu dan mati.Syukur kebun mak dan ayah banyak lagi pokok durian yang panjang umurnya.Syukur juga ayah biarkan kebun-kebun itu macam hutan belantara kerana jikalau tidak nescaya tak dapat bertahanlah pokok-pokok durian itu ditenggelami air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan gaya ala nak ke KLCC,aku pergilah ambil inisiatif periksa kebun. Dengan kasut RM350 itu.Wah!Itu pun nak cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok!Baru nak berbunga gamaknya pokok-pokok durian dan ada juga yang sudah sebesar kepala aku buahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.Biarlah lapis kesekian kali ini banyak buah yang lekat dan lazat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolehlah buat pesta durian di Cyberjaya nanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-441023239802573600?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/441023239802573600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/441023239802573600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#441023239802573600' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAb0EXsi26I/AAAAAAAABV0/7n5HxWGtZvs/s72-c/IMG_8459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1594580127316193008</id><published>2008-03-17T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:21:14.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cerita Pergi Pasar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami pergi pasar.Kami=aku + mak.Aku nak makan ketam masak lemak dan ikan parang masak asam pedas Melaka.Aku boleh pergi beli sendiri sebenarnya tapi mak pula kata saja gatal nak ikut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minit kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketam,udang,ikan,daging,daun-daun hijau dan rempah ratus telah selamat kami beli. Kemudian,kami anak beranak berpecah.Mak terus sahaja melenggang kangkong ke arah kanan dan aku pula ke arah kiri.Aduh!Keras terus otot-otot bicep aku menjinjing 2 beg plastik kiri dan kanan.Aku bagi mak masa maksimum 10 minit sahaja.Lambat?Sila balik sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa maksimum 10 minit digunakan mak sebaiknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nah!Ini untuk Abang?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ambil bungkusan plastik itu.Aku buka dan aku tengok.Mak bagi aku sebuah buku kecil sebesar setengah kertas A4.Murah sahaja harganya tapi tajuknya sungguhlah besar maknanya.Aku rasa diri aku kecil.Tajuk buku itu ialah sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan panduan haji dan umrah.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dalam kereta terus insaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak bercakap-cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1594580127316193008?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1594580127316193008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1594580127316193008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1594580127316193008' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3128096357189949064</id><published>2008-03-16T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:32:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota Pilihanraya::Belajar Apa Itu Kuasa Politik Kita&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN untuk negeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlimen untuk negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadi Ketua Menteri kena menang DUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadi Menteri Kabinet kena menang Parlimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh!Letih aku berkempen percuma tak harapkan apa-apa untuk mak dan geng-geng bunga orkid dia.Aku ingat mereka tahu tapi aku baru tahu yang mereka ramai tak tahu.Apa itu DUN.Apa itu Parlimen.Ada yang tahu tapi tak yakin nak kata tahu.Maklumlah,cikgu memang agak garang hari itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik ke kota dari desa tercinta,sekali lagi aku dapat fenomena yang sama.Ada lagi spesies terpelajar yang keliru DUN dan Parlimen rupanya.Itu memang sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desa atau kota,sama sahaja tahap pemahaman yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara biasa,aku bukanlah peminat politik.Tapi selepas ini marilah kita sama-sama celik ilmu tentang kuasa yang ada pada pangkahan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN dan Parlimen itu hanyalah satu isu kecil.Apa yang terjadi selepas Pilihanraya ke 12 kali ini banyak buka mata tentang betapa ada kekurangan di sana sini dalam sistem perundangan kita dan sistem pembahagian kuasa yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita semua jadi peminat politik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan buat selama-lamanya cerita artis yang berideologikan hedonistik itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3128096357189949064?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3128096357189949064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3128096357189949064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3128096357189949064' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6152726764623418527</id><published>2008-03-15T10:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:55:08.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota Pilihanraya::Harga Bendera Itu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAVmxXsi24I/AAAAAAAABVk/voUorGzgIUg/s1600-h/IMG_8462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189667143974837122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAVmxXsi24I/AAAAAAAABVk/voUorGzgIUg/s400/IMG_8462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masa balik rumah tak perasan pun.Bawa kereta laju sebab dah nak terkencing sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAVnM3si25I/AAAAAAAABVs/aJcCnQT-BWU/s1600-h/IMG_8472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189667616421239698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAVnM3si25I/AAAAAAAABVs/aJcCnQT-BWU/s400/IMG_8472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sekali...pergi dekat-dekat.Wah!Biar betul ada bendera kat situ(anak panah gambar di atas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf!Ini bukan gambar Taman Negara tapi ini ialah kebun yang telah bertukar jadi hutan simpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila.Ada juga rupanya orang yang sanggup panjat pokok jering Tok Aki aku semata-matanya nak pasang bendera.Dulu masa sekolah rendah, aku rasa pokok jering ini amatlah tinggi gila. Sekarang, mmm... tidak lagi.KLCC lagi tinggi.Di sebelah pokok jering ini ada pokok sentul(sejenis buah nadir) tapi ia dah lama mati akibat dipanah petir.Itulah,tinggi sangat lagi.Maka tak dapatlah aku makan buah sentul masam yang kena kopek pakai tukul besi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Berapa budget calon BN dapat untuk setiap pilihanraya?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kereta aku buat cubaan memecah keseganan untuk berkata-kata. Datuk tentu dapat jawab sebab dari A hingga Z pilihanraya di Melaka dalam genggam dia walaupun dia tidak bertanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Itu ikut DUN atau Parlimen.Kalau DUN dia start dengan RM xy K.Tapi kalau habis boleh minta sampai maksimum RM ab K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terang Datuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wah!Banyak juga.Itu duit yang Abang bayar income tax kan?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mula tak puas hati.Datuk senyum sahaja penuh makna.Tiada jawapan untuk soalan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Berapa banyak yang budak-budak pasang bendera ini dapat Kak Ngah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya Datuk lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mmm...aku tanya budak-budak,tak banyak.Tak sampai ratus pun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah menyampok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dah kena belitlah duit itu nampaknya.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertambah sakit hati.Datuk suruh aku teman dia pergi rumah Datuk Ali Rostam melihat keputusan pilihanraya pun aku sudah berjauh hati. Sakit hati pasal duit aku sudah bazirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal motifnya,kalau aku pergi aku mesti tak dapat tengok Shin Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...itu kot moral cerita di atas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6152726764623418527?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6152726764623418527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6152726764623418527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6152726764623418527' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAVmxXsi24I/AAAAAAAABVk/voUorGzgIUg/s72-c/IMG_8462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2889930859228124378</id><published>2008-03-14T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:41:52.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota PilihanRaya::Diari Saya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kali yang pertama mengundi.Hari itu patut diblogkan untuk diingati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk N singgah rumah.Katanya nak tengok suasana pilihanraya di kampung.Aku terus terjaga dari pengsan.Waduh!Bunyi mereka berbual semacam cemburukan aku yang seronok tidur petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah penat borak,sekali Datuk kata dia nak pinjam motor.Aku bagi kunci motor Idah.Ayah tukar bagi kunci motor dia.Motor Ida susah nak hidup enjin.Ayah bagi amaran yang topi keledar dalam motor itu busuk tapi Datuk buat tak peduli sahaja.Ala bukan dia pakai pun.Kalau terserempak dengan polis,err...padanlah muka dia kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kena mandi wajib.Err...mandi pakah itu di petang hari?Kena hantar Datuk balik Melaka. Argh!Sengal.Aku memang malas gila hendak memandu.Tadi orang tua ini datang dengan pakcik. Lepas itu pakcik pergi Muar tak balik-balik lagi.Dalam kereta banyaklah cerita menarik pasal pilihanraya keluar.Aku tak ambil peduli pun.Sesekali melayan atas dasar aku berlakon sopan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai Melaka,turunkan Datuk kat hotel dia dan pergi jumpa nenek kat rumah pakcik.Ah sudah! Baru sekejap aku pergi Mahkota Parade dah ada krisis keluarga.Memang kalau boleh aku nak bagi pelempang sebiji dua kat masing-masing.Duit!Duit!Duit!Dari dulu sampai sekarang asyik isu duit.Tak boleh ke tukar isu lain.Isu Lia jadi pelakon ke.Isu babi ke. Isu aku tak kahwin lagi ke.Err... jangan.Jangan.Itu merbahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krisis memuncak dan aku sudah tak tentu arah nak balik rumah.Shin Chan satu jam sahaja lagi. Apa lagi...persetankan orang yang berperang. Shin Chan harus aku tonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok Shin Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengsan atas katil,dada ada buku novel cinta remaja tajuk tak ingat apa. Bosan gilalah kisah cinta mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk Internet.Masuk YM.Masuk Malaysiakini(Terima kasih Saiful). Terkejut tengok keputusan pilihanraya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masuk tidur.Semacam ada rasa puas.Kita telah menang,Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2889930859228124378?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2889930859228124378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2889930859228124378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2889930859228124378' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4233115377268590738</id><published>2008-03-13T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:40:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota Pilihanraya::Jalan Baru&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMPFXsi23I/AAAAAAAABVY/w10M8Li_7ik/s1600-h/IMG_8461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189007780595555186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMPFXsi23I/AAAAAAAABVY/w10M8Li_7ik/s400/IMG_8461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan ke kebun mak.Macam tak ikhlas sahaja tar dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMOn3si22I/AAAAAAAABVQ/v4kpfnSgHTs/s1600-h/IMG_8460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189007273789414242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMOn3si22I/AAAAAAAABVQ/v4kpfnSgHTs/s400/IMG_8460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik jalan ke kebun yang ini OK banyak.Tebal gila tar dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini agenda wajib setiap kali pilihanraya.Jalan yang tak elok semua akan jadi cantik. Sampaikan jalan nak pergi kebun pun mereka cantikkan. Bagus juga ada pilihanraya ini. Adalah gerak-gempur pembangunan sedikit.Namun,taktik nak ambil hati rakyat sebegini amatlah harus dipandang dengan dengan rasa curiga yang paling atas sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau diikutkan,Melaka terkelas dalam negeri yang kaya kot.Ketua Negerinya memang pandai cari FDI.Itulah sebabnya jalan nak pergi kebun kami kualiti tarnya jauh lebih baik daripada jalan-jalan negeri di sesetengah negeri sebelah sini.Syabas Datuk Ali Rostam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessi pilihanraya kali 12 ini,YB DUN bertukar lagi.Secara peribadi aku lebih suka yang lama dari yang baru ini.YB dahulu memang terbukti mesra rakyat.Kalau ada kenduri kahwin,jemput atau terlupa dijemput, dia tetap akan datang.Itu yang memang buat aku hormat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YB kali ini aku belum kenal hati budinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti juga jalan yang baru ditar,entahkan tahan entahkan tidak diuji panas dan hujan YB kali ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4233115377268590738?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4233115377268590738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4233115377268590738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4233115377268590738' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMPFXsi23I/AAAAAAAABVY/w10M8Li_7ik/s72-c/IMG_8461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2257511221690686314</id><published>2008-03-12T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:43:17.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota Pilihanraya::Yang Berhormat Baru&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080308.Semua orang bangun awal hari itu rasanya kecuali aku.Semua orang itu ialah mak dan ayah sahaja sebenarnya.Yeah!Hari itu kami semua pergi mengundi.Mengundi buat kali yang walid untuk lelaki ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 10 baru insaf nak bangun.Sedap gila makan nasi lemak sebelum gosok gigi.Rumah sunyi sepi bak kalau jarum peniti jatuh pun boleh didengar dek telinga.Mak dan ayah mengundi di kampung mak.Aku pula kena mengundi di kampung ayah.Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siapa calon YB kita mak?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya aku dalam posisi berkemban paras pinggang istiadat nak mandi pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ala...abang ke adik.Pelakon TV yang jadi pemandu dalam cerita Janji Diana."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak di luar sudah siap bersolek bagai nak pergi kenduri orang kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bagus ke dia mak?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sombong sikit.Datuk Abu kau lagi bagus".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab mak sambil berlalu pergi sebab geng dia sudah sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah makan pagi sessi 2,Rin telefon.Mamat itu suruh aku pangkah pembangkang.Kalau tak, aku tak boleh jadi kawan dia.Sengalnya.Aku iakan sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik mengundi aku ronda kambung bakal YB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...kecil sahaja rumahnya dari rumah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita tengok dua tiga tahun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besar tak rumah dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Oleh kerana orang Melaka memang sudah berkarat dengan BN, YB di atas merujuk kepada calon BN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2257511221690686314?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2257511221690686314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2257511221690686314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2257511221690686314' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1308964900909370177</id><published>2008-03-11T12:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:46:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nota Pilihanraya::Pictogram Pilihanraya Ke 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMG1Xsi21I/AAAAAAAABVI/4-vKX6Cp5xo/s1600-h/IMG_8403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188998709624626002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMG1Xsi21I/AAAAAAAABVI/4-vKX6Cp5xo/s200/IMG_8403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari penamaan calon,Puchong Intan. Yang bertanding ialah DAP vs BN tapi yang berperang gila-gila dalam panas orang PAS vs BN. Lawak gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAL_3Hsi20I/AAAAAAAABVA/RCrNBxpbOu0/s1600-h/IMG_8451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188991043108002626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAL_3Hsi20I/AAAAAAAABVA/RCrNBxpbOu0/s200/IMG_8451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari pengundian di Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALyzXsi2zI/AAAAAAAABU4/1Ag2R06uCSY/s1600-h/IMG_8442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188976685032332082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALyzXsi2zI/AAAAAAAABU4/1Ag2R06uCSY/s200/IMG_8442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beratur ambil nombor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALwOHsi2xI/AAAAAAAABUo/mRG1imL7LG0/s1600-h/IMG_8446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188973846058949394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALwOHsi2xI/AAAAAAAABUo/mRG1imL7LG0/s200/IMG_8446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pusat mengundi ini ialah sekolah rendah aku.Rasa seronok dapat kembali semula ke situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALvSnsi2wI/AAAAAAAABUg/qWeFFTMtMac/s1600-h/IMG_8445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188972823856732930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALvSnsi2wI/AAAAAAAABUg/qWeFFTMtMac/s200/IMG_8445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berdebar-debar nak mengundi. Maklumlah,ini kali yang walid aku mengundi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALby3si2vI/AAAAAAAABUY/3n0uBYoTOe4/s1600-h/IMG_8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188951387674958578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALby3si2vI/AAAAAAAABUY/3n0uBYoTOe4/s200/IMG_8447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kertas-kertas undi.Siapalah agaknya yang bernasib baik dapat pangkahan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALaBHsi2tI/AAAAAAAABUM/YkxTxEbkR_8/s1600-h/IMG_8448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188949433464838866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SALaBHsi2tI/AAAAAAAABUM/YkxTxEbkR_8/s200/IMG_8448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selamat tinggal SKPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1308964900909370177?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1308964900909370177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1308964900909370177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1308964900909370177' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/SAMG1Xsi21I/AAAAAAAABVI/4-vKX6Cp5xo/s72-c/IMG_8403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-9084945477131851010</id><published>2008-03-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:39:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pilihanraya Kecil::Bahagian 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat di hati nak cari awek tapi aku telah tahu yang itu adalah satu percubaan yang baik untuk menipu diri sendiri.Gila!Awek mana pergi AGM.Sudahnya aku duduk diam-diam muhasabah diri sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dicari tak jumpa,lain pula yang aku dapat.Cis!Macam mana abang senior itu boleh tahu nama aku?Oh ya!Kami pernah bekerjasama masa projek Saloma Bistro dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah nama dicadang,disokong dan tangan diangkat dikira undi,maka sahlah aku jadi AJK Alumni SMSS versi 2008/2009.Argh!Mari salahkan selipar oren itu.Aku tak melompat gembira atau bermasam muka bengang tak terhingga.Yang ketara cuma ada sedikit rasa tekanan.Boleh ke aku pikul amanah ini?Mampukah aku penuhi aspirasi para pengundi?Aku bukan lagi lelaki yang gila kuasa macam masa sekolah dahulu yang mana kalau boleh semua jawatan Presiden aku akan kejar.Aku kini hanyalah lelaki sederhana yang suka berpoya-poya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difikir baik-baik,mungkin semua ini ada baiknya.Anggaplah ini satu cabaran.Anggaplah ini adalah satu langkah kecil yang perlu aku latihkan sebelum boleh mula mengorak berlari laju.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumni aku ada jawatan.Di pihak Batch pun aku ada jawatan juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!Geram.Kenapalah aku asyik dipilih?Berkarisma benar ke aku waima berselipar oren sahaja? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin sibuklah 2008 ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada masa cari awek ke kalau macam ini punya prestasi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-9084945477131851010?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9084945477131851010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9084945477131851010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9084945477131851010' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1551714036006750823</id><published>2008-03-09T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:37:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pilihanraya Kecil::Bahagian 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmYsGZDdI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Ys3jIG79_Y/s1600-h/IMG_8366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185303857816210898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmYsGZDdI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Ys3jIG79_Y/s200/IMG_8366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku datang AGM atas semangat SMSS yang kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XlyMGZDcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/mdLBXLDSTSU/s1600-h/IMG_8365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185303196391247298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XlyMGZDcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/mdLBXLDSTSU/s200/IMG_8365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baca minit mesyuarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XlgsGZDbI/AAAAAAAABTI/fzfpH4u3T7Y/s1600-h/IMG_8364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185302895743536562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XlgsGZDbI/AAAAAAAABTI/fzfpH4u3T7Y/s200/IMG_8364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tangkap gambar sedas dua dahulu. Mesyuarat belum mula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmjcGZDeI/AAAAAAAABTg/-KjwK2Ldam8/s1600-h/IMG_8367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185304042499804642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmjcGZDeI/AAAAAAAABTg/-KjwK2Ldam8/s200/IMG_8367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cantik juga design baju abang batch 87 ini.Baju budak batch aku skima gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_skvMGZDiI/AAAAAAAABUE/W9uFShC57iA/s1600-h/IMG_8371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186779788967743010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_skvMGZDiI/AAAAAAAABUE/W9uFShC57iA/s200/IMG_8371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kita minum dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_Xm5sGZDgI/AAAAAAAABTw/ujaksHkpvHA/s1600-h/IMG_8370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185304424751894018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_Xm5sGZDgI/AAAAAAAABTw/ujaksHkpvHA/s200/IMG_8370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesyuarat sudah mula.Mari kita mengundi ahli jawatankuasa yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmvMGZDfI/AAAAAAAABTo/pkKEFv5p7lU/s1600-h/IMG_8368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185304244363267570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmvMGZDfI/AAAAAAAABTo/pkKEFv5p7lU/s200/IMG_8368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Argh!Tidak.Aku dah terpilih jadi AJK.Pakai selipar Oren pun nampak berkaliber ke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1551714036006750823?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1551714036006750823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1551714036006750823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1551714036006750823' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_XmYsGZDdI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Ys3jIG79_Y/s72-c/IMG_8366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8875589578664069560</id><published>2008-03-08T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:03:29.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I Hate Meeting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting is like a girl.It's either mind goggling and fun or dead boring and mind numbing.Just like girl,my default experience with meeting sad to say is mostly the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday is like a world meeting day.I'm not in a managerial position but somehow from time to time I have to stick my lazy bum in the meeting.Meeting is so not my KPI.More meeting does not have any significant impact to me.It just some how or rather decrease my productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate long meeting.The one that by definition last more than &gt;30 minutes.Sometimes I felt I'm trapped there just to say one line of sentence at the end of the meeting.Sometimes I wonder what is my purposes there to be invited in that meeting.I want to excuse myself but then I'm concern that I will appear rude to the chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate meeting with certain type of people.People namely Mr.Blur, Mr.He-Is-Always-Right, Mr.Show-Off,Mr.Sleep-In-The-Meeting and not forgotten my favourite of all time,Mr.Frog-Jumping who has a penchant to jump side to the enemy lines and attact his own company back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that by meeting a lot of miscommunication issues top-down,bottom-up can be resolved efficiently.Effective meeting is what I need everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like girl,meeting is one basic necessity.No option to that.Love it or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's entirely your luck that decide which side you will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind goggling and fun side or just the dead boring and mind numbing side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8875589578664069560?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8875589578664069560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8875589578664069560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8875589578664069560' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7164176624569411520</id><published>2008-03-07T14:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:48:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Macam Kambing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam mesyuarat keluar isu kambing.Wah!Itu satu agenda yang agak pelik untuk diminitkan. Sejak bila pula kan kambing jadi agenda nasional syarikat ICT negara. Setahu aku kambing hanya sedap dibuat gulai nasi briani sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlopong macam tak percaya.Aku terhilang sekejap di alam fantasi cuba menghubung-kaitkan kambing dan ICT namun aku gagal dan tak dapat.Luar mesyuarat aku risik dengan lebih mendalam apa isu kambing itu.Dah tahu aku hanya mampu menggelengkan kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam kambing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bengang gila.Mau sahaja aku balas-balas kata-kata itu.Sampai hati perempuan TM yang sengal itu suka-suka hati dia mengkambingkan protege aku.Tak professional langsung. Macamlah dia bagus sangat. Macam kambinglah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak kisahlah kau anak dara tua dan tak cantik tapi mulut itu janganlah macam celaka macam kambing.Ringan-ringan bolehlah terima juga.Kalau kau kawan-kawan aku nak gurau tahap macam babi pun aku tak kisah rasanya tapi kau bukan kawan aku pun. Apa barang kan aku nak berkawan dengan mak nenek suara kuat macam speaker rosak dan selalu buat aku trauma itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita orang Melayu kaya dengan budi bahasa.Lebih berat sebelah pengadilannya lagi kalau orang itu perempuan.Di situlah letak tinggi rendahnya diskaun mas kahwin nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka tak cantik tak apa tapi mulut kenalah manis ayat-ayatnya.Ini tidak. Luar dan dalam semuanya gagal.Nak bagi F minus pun aku akan rasa bersalah gila nanti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!Macam kambinglah perempuan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik ketika sessi mengkambingkan orang itu aku tak dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tidak pastilah ada kambing yang bertukar menjadi babi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7164176624569411520?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7164176624569411520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7164176624569411520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7164176624569411520' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-9070727113151165366</id><published>2008-03-06T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:27:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Life Is One Big Circle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once,he made fun of me.How my whole life is a tragedy.If compared to how happy he was being a fiance to someone to my miserable,lonely and depressed single life.Yeah right!Good for you man.I have nothing on my table for the rebuttal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over YM,I got the invitation.I didn't go as others and I got confused by the date. Over time,we became far and far away.Single and married man life didn't quite go parallel most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he became near.I wondered why.He said he is happy.He said he is getting divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE ?What happen dude!It just so soon.Isn't that the honeymoon period is yet to get due?Even,I can see the inai is still on his fingernails. Being a busybody and gossip boy,after a treat session from my wallet,I managed to scoop from A to Z from him.Wow!I'm so good at this gossipping stuff.Damn!I wish I can share all the details here ala Utusan's &lt;em&gt;Di Celah-Celah Kehidupan &lt;/em&gt;but knowing how small this world can be,I think it's better to keep my wide mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,I casually reminded him for the fun he made of me.He said sorry. He just being so happy at the time.He advised me not to get *married. Errr... that is quite radical statement eventhough I know it's quite a sad chapter in his life.Damn!I wish I can hug him at that time but no,thank you.I don't do that with man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If marrying a handsome and rich family man come with a price,befriend a blogger does pay the same amount too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later,your story will pop up in the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!His story is so damn delicious even it's just one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a loyal friend,I now choose to hate his ex-wife.Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,welcome back to the single club,dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:* Term and condition apply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-9070727113151165366?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9070727113151165366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/9070727113151165366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9070727113151165366' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3196358146370583210</id><published>2008-03-05T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:24:36.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan satu.Bukan dua.Bukan tiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang sudah ada empat.Sama nada pendapat.Sama kata-kata keramat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal kahwin.Pasal aku.Pasal aku sebagai calon sang suami itu.Wah!Bergegar jiwa rasanya tatkala menulis kata suami itu.Macam besar sungguh maknanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka kata pakej aku sudah lengkap ke jalan itu.Rupa ada.Gaya ada. Otak ada.Kerja ada.Duit ada.Tanah ada.Budi bahasa ada malah sedikit-sebanyak bab-bab agama pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Macam promosi diri pula rasanya.Memang aku tak tahu malu. Mereka semua itu memang manis sungguh lidah berkata-kata.Terasa ingin membelanja mereka Starbuck seadanya waima aku telah letakkan tanda soal besar disetiap kata ada itu.Keikhlasan mereka amatlah aku ragui tapi terima kasih dari aku dalam huruf besar untuk itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ada mungkin boleh dijadikan ukuran.Namun ajal maut dan jodoh di tangan Tuhan.Ada orang jalannya lurus senang dan ada orang jalannya lintang pukang sakit mata kalau terpandang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4 hanyalah gugusan angka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi boleh bernafas,hidup perlu diteruskan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3196358146370583210?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3196358146370583210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3196358146370583210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3196358146370583210' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4530528781987399937</id><published>2008-03-04T13:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:39:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Berangin Sepoi-Sepoi Bahasa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Mak!Anak dia yang mana kahwin ini?Yang lelaki baya Eddie itu ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Agaknya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Punyalah banyak lelaki atas muka dunia ini,kenapalah budak yang macam itu dia nak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak mengomel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku gabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Anak perempuan ini kalau dah buta,mak bapa pun jadi buta sama.Hantar sekolah tinggi-tinggi pun tak guna".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jadi kelam kabut.Aku segera lari menyelamatkan diri.Run!Aiman,run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak layan walaupun aku setuju 100% dengan fakta itu.Nanti aku pula yang kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramai ke orang perempuan datang Bang?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Itulah berat mulut nak menjemput orang lagi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak mengomel kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpelongo.Sudah dapat tangkap apa anginnya.Mmm...kecil sahaja isunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kampung memang begitu.Berbudi bahasa amalan kita.Kalau ada kenduri kahwin,mak pengantin kenalah buat jemput mulut.Kalau malas dan tak sempat sangat,pakai teknologi telefon sudah boleh diterima sekarang.Tak payah berjumpa empat mata pun.Tapi janganlah sesekali jemput ahli pakat pakai kad sahaja.Itu namanya saja-saja suka mengundang masalah negara namanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu satu isu kecil bagi aku tapi rasanya ia boleh jadi satu masalah besar kalau kita lupa cara-cara hidup bermasyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbudi bahasa amalan kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4530528781987399937?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4530528781987399937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4530528781987399937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4530528781987399937' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4559794445798385278</id><published>2008-03-03T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:50:27.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Gorm 2::Saya Suka Bertukang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8OBskYHuCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YJ39BiR9m6s/s1600-h/IMG_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171119399830534178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8OBskYHuCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YJ39BiR9m6s/s200/IMG_8278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jom!Mari kita mula mengecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8OBWUYHuBI/AAAAAAAABJs/6OCm4YsWjEA/s1600-h/IMG_8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171119017578444818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8OBWUYHuBI/AAAAAAAABJs/6OCm4YsWjEA/s200/IMG_8279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini dia kayunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8NmFkYHt_I/AAAAAAAABJc/_OAp-s61wug/s1600-h/IMG_8286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171089043001686002" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8NmFkYHt_I/AAAAAAAABJc/_OAp-s61wug/s200/IMG_8286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Projek sudah 10% siap cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8N-Q0YHuAI/AAAAAAAABJk/_1UyqYpWm4Y/s1600-h/IMG_8282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171115624554280962" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8N-Q0YHuAI/AAAAAAAABJk/_1UyqYpWm4Y/s200/IMG_8282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehe.Break sekejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Nl3kYHt-I/AAAAAAAABJU/fcHqLh9qEGM/s1600-h/IMG_8291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171088802483517410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Nl3kYHt-I/AAAAAAAABJU/fcHqLh9qEGM/s200/IMG_8291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mari kita mula bertukang versi IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Nlf0YHt9I/AAAAAAAABJM/xiUNf6jqJbE/s1600-h/IMG_8293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171088394461624274" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Nlf0YHt9I/AAAAAAAABJM/xiUNf6jqJbE/s200/IMG_8293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Njv0YHt8I/AAAAAAAABJE/XEOtrmLCk6E/s1600-h/IMG_8296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171086470316275650" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Njv0YHt8I/AAAAAAAABJE/XEOtrmLCk6E/s200/IMG_8296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kena buat touch-up.Memang gagallah aku bab-bab mengecat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Ni_0YHt7I/AAAAAAAABI8/IiUUC6Nfoeg/s1600-h/IMG_8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171085645682554802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8Ni_0YHt7I/AAAAAAAABI8/IiUUC6Nfoeg/s200/IMG_8299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voila!Dah siap dan dah letak dalam store(baca:bilik aku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Yeah!Bilik aku dah cantik.Buku zaman sekolah aku yang banyak itu dah ada tempat tinggal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4559794445798385278?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4559794445798385278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4559794445798385278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4559794445798385278' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R8OBskYHuCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YJ39BiR9m6s/s72-c/IMG_8278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7224705192049985832</id><published>2008-03-02T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:41:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Takut Polis::Bahagian 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Kenapa orang tua itu takut polis?Ini mesti ada apa-apa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba mencungkil rahsia.Kalau tiada angin masakan pokok bergoyang.Orang kalau tak ada dosa masakan takut polis pulakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hari itu kitaorang pergi Tasik Permaisuri.Izzat buang sampah.Sekali pak guard datang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla...bla...bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie rancak bercerita.Aku ternganga suka.Oh!Begitu ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai!Apalah dosa pak guard itu tak pasal-pasal dia jadi polis pula. Senang sahaja nak tipu budak nama Izzat itu rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali.Aku nampak Izzat buang sampah dalam rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Izzat.Ini siapa yang buang sampah ini?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzat buat muka tak bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Kembar"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai.Mamat ini memang tak seriklah.Memang susah nak ajar dia mengaku salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polis!Di manakah engkau dikala aku perlukan Neno!Neno! itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7224705192049985832?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7224705192049985832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7224705192049985832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7224705192049985832' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3222633664513499705</id><published>2008-03-01T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:36:57.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Takut Polis::Bahagian 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang tak nak mandi.Dah guna macam-macam helah dah.Tak jalan juga.Nak jadi kambing agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Neno!Neno!Neno!Neno!Neno!Neno!Neno!Neno!". &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin lama makin kuat bunyinya.Bunyi ambulans datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Polis datang!Polis datang!Tangkap dia.Dia tak nak mandi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!Aku menjerit sakan.Habislah Izzat kali ini.Aku sudah suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus orang itu jadi kelam kabut.Tiba-tiba sahaja kata nak mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh!Selesai satu isu hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baiklah yang 3 lagi belum pandai buat isu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3222633664513499705?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3222633664513499705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3222633664513499705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3222633664513499705' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1637469178724340930</id><published>2008-02-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:32:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cerita Budak Bawah Umur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku berterus terang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah kalau satu dunia tahu sekali pun.Lantaklah kalau ada yang nak tersenyum-senyum sendiri.Aku tak kisah dan aku tak malu pun nak mengaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kenal Sandy,Patrick,Squidward,Mr.Krabs,Plankton,Jellyfish,Bubble Bass dan semua rakan-rakan SpongeBob yang lain.Aku juga kenal setiap jenis Kacang.Nobita dan Doraemon apatah lagi.Itu memang sudah lagi kenal.Shin Chan?Wah!Itu aku peminat nombor satu dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Izzat.Terima kasihlah kerana menkartunkan hidup Abang walaupun sebenarnya masa senggang untuk itu hanya dislotkan pada hari Sabtu jam 7 malam sahaja.Kalau keluar bandar hari itu,jam 5 sahaja dah mula gabra nak balik rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.Apalah nak jadi dengan aku agaknya.Mungkin aku tak matang lagi kot sebenarnya. Menonton cerita kartun memang mencandukan minda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...ada sesiapa yang layan Geng Bas Sekolah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila.Aku memang perlu hentikan ketagihan mengarut ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku perlukan perempuan.Yang cantik.Yang ada Civic hitam.Yang mampu memesongkan ketagihan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar ketagih benda lain pula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1637469178724340930?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1637469178724340930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1637469178724340930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1637469178724340930' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-3949085498619342954</id><published>2008-02-28T16:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:40:10.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cerita TV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Izzat balik kampung dan aku pun ada sama,segera peratusan menonton kartun aku mencanak-canak naik.Juga,bermulalah perang saudara berebutkan remote TV.Kalau sudah ada cerita sedap,janganlah nak gatal main tukar-tukar siaran.Itu sesungguhnya mencari bala namanya.Nanti terkeluar cerita budak-budak bawah umur,merasalah semua orang kesengalan menonton kartun yang tak masuk akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu masa Izzat kecil dan tidak sibuk,dia akan ingat setiap susunan kartun-kartun dia mengikut jam walhal ketika itu konsep Isnin,Selasa, Rabu,Khamis,Jumaat,Sabtu dan Ahad dia tak tahu pun itu apa.Sekarang bila dah besar dan sibuk,kadang-kadang dia terlalai sedikit dengan aktiviti menontonnya.Yang sengal,bila sudah terlepas waktu adakah patut dia minta kat aku keluarkan itu semula.Mana aku nak korekkan? Rumah nenek mana ada Astro Max.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata bijak pandai,TV memang punya pengaruh yang mendalam ke atas kanak-kanak.Dari segi tutur kata,aksi,makanan sampailah kepada cara pemakaian.Aku tiba-tiba sukar nak faham apalah agaknya yang seronok sangat tengok kartun itu dari perspektif kanak-kanak.Ketika melalui zaman itu aku terlupa hendak menjadi analitikal seperti sekarang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartun atau pun tidak,Izzat ada atau pun tidak,aku tak boleh bayangkan betapa bosannya malam aku kalau tak ada TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa TV,siapalah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Bilalah CEO nak bagi aku TV agaknya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-3949085498619342954?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3949085498619342954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/3949085498619342954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3949085498619342954' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4282425872207195133</id><published>2008-02-27T16:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:31:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sawi Punya Cerita,Aku Dapat Nama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu minum petang kami bersembang mesra anak beranak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak buat intro pasal orang mati hisap dadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian,mak berpesan kat aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang kalau dah kahwin nanti,jangan buat perangai beli sehelai sawi pun tak tahu!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpelongo.Tercengang-cengang bak cicak kena kapur.Aku jadi hairan.Weh!Apa ini?Apa dosa aku.Apa salah aku.Aku sememangnya tak mengerti.Apa kes pula pergi beli sawi pun aku tak tahu.Apa kena mengenanya hisap dadah dengan sawi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waduh!Waduh!Membeli sawi itukan adik beradik tirinya membeli-belah. Mak patut tahu tentang hal itu.Kalau mak tak tahu,mak patut periksa kasut aku yang mesti tak sama warna atau jenama setiap kali balik kampung.Mak patut tahu juga yang membeli-belah itu aktiviti mingguan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mula tak puas hati.Aku mulakan CSI sendiri.Voila!Aku dah tahu siapa yang salah sebenarnya.Tapi...bukankah lelaki itu hari-hari pergi ke pasar.Aku jadi musykil.Apa pula yang dia beli sampai mak naik angin dan aku juga rasa nak ikut naik angin sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak komen pasal Eddie.Eddie lulus 100% bab duduk rumah mentua. Adalah laporan mulut yang mengatakan dia ada membeli sawi dan rakan-rakannya.Aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waduh!Waduh!Mak tak aci tau.Eddie itu kalau buat benda kecil macam itu pun mesti jadi besar. Tolonglah!Aku bukan setakat beli sawi,30 dulang orang makan kenduri pun aku tahu matematiknya. Siap ada buat buku kira-kiranya lagi. Kes belajar dengan Busu Dollah satu masa dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Tengok.Kan emosi aku dah terganggu.Kena pergi terapi kat KLCClah jawabnya bagi cepat sembuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.Itu satu alasan yang agak konkrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom!Mari kita membeli-belah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4282425872207195133?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4282425872207195133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4282425872207195133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4282425872207195133' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7314746304016068406</id><published>2008-02-26T11:17:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:33:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mari Mengeja Di Pagi Hari&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang diceritakan kepada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="3" cellpadding="3" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Rajin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Rajin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="3" cellpadding="3" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="3" cellpadding="3" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;X &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:Cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Izzat &lt;td valign="top"&gt;:(Senyap 5 saat).Taklah.Nenek tak cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp!Aku sedikit hairan.Aku tergelak besar.Hai.Hai.Hai.Macam mana budak bawah umur begitu boleh menaakul frasa yang diberikan.Aku ingat Izzat tak boleh sintesiskan apa yang dia eja.Cerdik gila mamat seorang ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.Minta maaf mak.Mak masih lagi cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...kalau dibandingkan dengan ahli kelab bunga orkid yang lainlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7314746304016068406?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7314746304016068406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7314746304016068406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7314746304016068406' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2366706349134721436</id><published>2008-02-25T12:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:43:55.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pictogram::Kembar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183754564328295762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BlT8GZDVI/AAAAAAAABSY/WUKgXyWSk2E/s200/IMG_7914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anak siapalah yang selekeh gila ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183760847865449858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BrBsGZDYI/AAAAAAAABSw/QIt8kc3f_Ec/s200/IMG_7672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Their first Hari Raya ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BsGsGZDZI/AAAAAAAABS4/gpLrsup268I/s1600-h/IMG_7907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183762033276423570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BsGsGZDZI/AAAAAAAABS4/gpLrsup268I/s200/IMG_7907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suruh tidur dia tak mahu,main tudung saji dia mahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BuN8GZDaI/AAAAAAAABTA/DQ5M3AnQvHQ/s1600-h/IMG_7910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183764356853730722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BuN8GZDaI/AAAAAAAABTA/DQ5M3AnQvHQ/s200/IMG_7910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengok!Punyalah gembira mereka mengopis.Cari apa entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183755693904694642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BmVsGZDXI/AAAAAAAABSo/uuPuO_cuNjs/s200/IMG_7625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pertandingan makan jeli di kenduri orang kahwin(baju terakhir dalam stok sebab baju cantik dua-dua sudah kena kuah kari).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183755208573390178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_Bl5cGZDWI/AAAAAAAABSg/oXZyokQ9mzI/s200/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru,Shafwan dan Shazwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2366706349134721436?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2366706349134721436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2366706349134721436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2366706349134721436' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R_BlT8GZDVI/AAAAAAAABSY/WUKgXyWSk2E/s72-c/IMG_7914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-686627056089648227</id><published>2008-02-24T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:05:19.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mengopis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/RvDT5M6nTyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/PVFMdpElPyA/s1600-h/IMG_7085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111818556738588450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/RvDT5M6nTyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/PVFMdpElPyA/s400/IMG_7085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengah operasi mengopis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang Melaka kata menyelongkar itu mengopis.Di ambil dari kata dasar office kot.Itulah kesannya penjajahan Inggeris di Melaka.Kami rakyat Melaka telah jadi penyumbangleweng bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun zaman telah lama berlalu,cerita tentang penjajahan itu masih lagi berlaku di negeri Melaka.Sekali sekala mengikut waktu-waktu tertentu.Namun yang datang menjajah itu bukan orang kulit putih lagi tetapi orang kecil si kembar itu.Bila keluar berita mereka mahu menjajah (baca:balik kampung)maka mulalah mak kelam-kabut mengubah dekorasi dalaman rumah. Barang-barang hiasan semuanya dinaikkan 1 kaki lebih tinggi dari biasa dan kemudian berdoa agar semuanya selamat di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dah namanya penjajah yang suka mengopis,yang mana-mana tersorok pun entah macam mana mereka si kembar boleh dapat cari. Itu masi lagi misteri sementelah rumah itu tiada CCTV. Aku juga hairan kenapa setakat ini semua budak kecil suka sangat hendak duduk ala Buddha atas meja kaca dari Indonesia itu.Aku uji letakkan mereka seketika agar tidak kempunan dan wah!terpancar segera satu senyuman suka di sana.Memang dasar penjajah sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,sepandai-pandai tupai melompat ke tanah juga jatuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikayat Melayu Melaka ada mencatatkan yang Jawa kalah kerana Hang Tuah dan kawan-kawannya.&lt;br /&gt;Syair lama pula ada menulis yang Majnun kalah kerana si Laila yang cantik jelita.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Smallville pula,Superman kalah kerana kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones pula lemah kerana serangan ular menggila.&lt;br /&gt;Si kembar?&lt;br /&gt;Ya!Si kembar itu kalah dengan bunga.Mereka geli geleman dengan bunga. Memang sah lelaki bangat anak buah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom pergi SSF,Damansara.Kita beli bunga.Aku serius mahu tolong mak kalahkan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun depan aku nak tengok perangai si Afiq pula.Mamat itu takut apa pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Mencabar juga rasanya itu.Anak askar kan sepatutnya tak takut apa-apa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-686627056089648227?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/686627056089648227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/686627056089648227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#686627056089648227' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/RvDT5M6nTyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/PVFMdpElPyA/s72-c/IMG_7085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4568161500916779537</id><published>2008-02-23T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:59:15.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Jalan-Jalan Di Waktu Pagi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari hujung minggu itu rutinnya sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solat Subuh,termenung dan tertidur semula.Jam 7 lebih baru bangun semula.Kring!!!Masa untuk aktiviti utama pagi sudah tiba ya adik-adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita jalan-jalan sekeliling taman.Tengok pokok.Tengok bunga. Tengok semut.Tengok ulat gonggok dan tengok macam-macam lagi. Ya adik-adik semua!Pelajaran hari ini ialah tengok pakai mata, dengar pakai telinga dan rasa dengan jari.Seakan for loop yang berpusing 3 kali, itulah rutin paginya. Dimulai dengan mana-mana antara Afiq, Shafwan atau Shazwan.Ikut aturan siapa yang bangun dahulu. Semua mereka dapat ayat skrip yang sama.Yang berbeza cuma mungkin ada sedikit pengubahsuaian aturan jalan ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 kali melakonkan watak yang sama dengan hero yang berlainan memang suatu kerja yang meletihkan tangan,mulut dan minda.Namun 3x 15 minit babak-babak lakonan itu tidak terasa panjang langsung. Itulah harga dan nilainya melakonkan watak seorang pakcik yang penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang itu tengah bersembang-sembang,aku dapat kritikan pasal akiviti lakonan pagi tadi.Ada orang menGadu dia tidak dapat layanan yang sama dari aku.Ah sudah!Orang yang mengadu itu namanya si kecil Izzat 3 nak masuk 4 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La.Bukan tadi Izzat ikut samakan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba membela diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop.Adakah mungkin tak sama itu maknanya aku tak kelek dia macam hero-hero yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudah!Izzat bukan bayi lagi.PatahlaH tulang Abang kalau kena kelek Izzat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita main dokong-dokong sahaja boleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh!Susah jugakan kalau melayan bayi lanjut usia macam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama susahnya juga kalau nak jadi pakcik yang adil lagi saksama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4568161500916779537?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4568161500916779537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4568161500916779537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4568161500916779537' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5449792556973966178</id><published>2008-02-22T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:55:56.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Satu Perbandingan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar atau pun tidak,perbandingan selalu dan telah dibuat.Antara si kembar, Shafwan dan Shazwan.Kaum keluarga,saudara-mara,sahabat-handai dan mereka-mereka itu memang suka berkata-kata manis. Mereka mungkin lahir dari rahim yang sama, muka pun seakan-akan serupa namun personaliti dan perkembangan mereka ada yang sama dan ada yang berbeza-beza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbandingan yang dibuat selalu mengingatkan aku akan positif dan negatif kesannya.Mak pernah kata yang semasa kecil aku asyik dibanding-bandingkan secara tidak adil dengan sepupu lelaki aku.Macam tragik sahaja dramanya walaupun macam samar-samar sahaja ingatan aku tentang cerita itu.Biar betul aku dibiarkan makan nasi kucing masa kecil-kecil dahulu? Adakah hanya kerana aku miskin di mata mereka maka aku di layan secara tidak adilnya sampai dilabelkan aku yang bukan-bukan?Bunyinya macam satu propaganda konspirasi dari mak tapi aku agak malas hendak menyelongkar sejarah zaman silam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak berdendam.Mungkin kerana memori itu telah terpadam kerana aku punya kebolehan memadamkan mana-mana ingatan yang aku tidak suka.Yang suka membanding itu pun masih hidup lagi.Di panjangkan umurnya melihat betapa adilnya hukum hakam dunia.Bila kesusahan datang menimpa,adakah yang dulu ditatang bagai emas berkati-kati itu yang datang menolong?Tidak!Tidak! Aku yang jauh dari KL inilah yang terkedik-kedik meringankan tulang seadanya. Dari bab membeli-belah sampailah ke bab-bab sebut harga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baiklah aku tidak ingat segala peristiwa itu.Cubalah kalau aku ingat,mungkin suasana hari raya tidak akan sama selama-lamanya.Yang bersalah pun mungkin sudah nampak dosa masa lampaunya tapi secara teorinya itu masih lagi ada unsur-unsur sangsi dalam diri aku.Adakah kerana tiba-tiba bila keluarga aku jadi berjaya maka orang yang suka bagi aku makan nasi kucing itu suka-suka hati dia menukar haluan sokongannya kerana sesungguhnya manusia itu memang tertarik dengan kesenangan.Atau adakah bila hartanya sudah banyak yang di putar belitkan maka barulah terbuka biji matanya untuk nampak betapa aku sentiasa ada di sisi dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu krisis dijangka akan meletup suatu masa nanti.Itu pastinya satu kesudahan yang menarik. Bola di tangan aku,cuma aku agak sangsi bagaimana mahu memainkannya kerana sesungguhnya aku tidak tahu caranya.Duit bukan segalanya bagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Kadang-kadang bila tengok drama TV,aku rasa deja-vu dengan watak-watak yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Weh!Itu macam aku."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persetankan soal mikro itu.Yang penting sekarang,satu polisi dalaman keluarga telah aku wartakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan suka membandingkan secara tidak adil darah daging sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita hidup ini bukannya boleh menongkat langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu siapa yang cakap si kembar itu seorang handsome,seorang lagi tidak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak kena sekel dengan aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua-dua tak handsome OK.Hingus meleleh-leleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5449792556973966178?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5449792556973966178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5449792556973966178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5449792556973966178' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7590130635969570550</id><published>2008-02-21T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:04:01.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pegang Bayi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakat terpendam memang tidak ada pada aku.Ke kiri salah.Ke kanan pun macam salah juga.Bila aku selesa,dia pula nampak macam tidak. Bila aku tukar posisi,dia pula yang nampak tidak selesa.Hari hujung minggu panjang yang ada, itulah aktiviti sisipannya. Berlatih-latih belajar memegang bayi.Bayi yang jadi bahan uji kaji namanya Muhammad Afiq Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk rekod,Afiq Danish ialah bayi pertama seumur hidup yang aku pegang/kelek/pangku/dukung bagi kategori bayi usia kurang 30 hari. Untuk rekod juga,aku bukanlah peminat sangat pun bagi bayi seusia begitu.Aku memang ada isu dengan mereka.Kalau aku ingin bermesra dengan bayi pun,syarat utamanya ialah mereka mestilah sudah merangkak atau pun sudah keras tulang belakangnya. Masalah aku dengan bayi muda seperti Afiq ialah mereka tidak ada lagi daya semulajdi melekatkan diri mereka tidak seperti bayi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ida!Macam mana nak pegang Afiq ini?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang sedang gagal meminta pertolongan.Minta tolong dari mak,mak buat dek sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peganglah macam mana pun.Janji jangan terlepas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudah!Gagallah kalau macam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib kaulah Afiq.Ada pakcik yang suka angkat kau,pakcik itu kawan baik dia nama gagal pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Gagal sememangnya kawan baik aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7590130635969570550?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7590130635969570550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7590130635969570550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7590130635969570550' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-8967098334895030359</id><published>2008-02-20T16:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:18:31.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cak!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178997787220725426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_DEfTTrI/AAAAAAAABSA/pHD-FwrKraQ/s200/IMG_8300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cewah!Nampak macam berbakat sahaja memegang bayi.Padahal mandi pun tak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_LkfTTsI/AAAAAAAABSI/2vosHuH3Xrw/s1600-h/IMG_8301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178997933249613506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_LkfTTsI/AAAAAAAABSI/2vosHuH3Xrw/s200/IMG_8301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kucikucikuci...baba cak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_akfTTtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/N1pDKotUJgY/s1600-h/IMG_8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178998190947651282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_akfTTtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/N1pDKotUJgY/s200/IMG_8302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah!Afiq dah senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:5 kali cuba baru dapat rakam gambar-gambar di atas.Terima kasih penangkap gambar, Ida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-8967098334895030359?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8967098334895030359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/8967098334895030359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8967098334895030359' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R99_DEfTTrI/AAAAAAAABSA/pHD-FwrKraQ/s72-c/IMG_8300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4023175756673637308</id><published>2008-02-19T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:20:09.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cucu Perempuan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu sudah separuh pagi.Aku tolong mak di dapur.Mak nak masak untuk makan tengah hari. Aku ambil surat khabar dan mula membaca dari belakang ke depan.Mak tengah menyiang ikan yang aku tidak tahu apa namanya.Aku kan tahu makan sahaja.Lagipun definasi tolong di dapur itu maknanya tolong tengok sahaja.Bukannya aku tahu tolong apa-apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tak ada anak daralah nanti rumah ini nanti kalau buat kenduri".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak mengomel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mmmm..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku buat-buat dengar tak dengar.Otak lelaki kan hanya boleh buat satu perkara pada satu satu masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rumah Pak Samad kau hari itu buat kenduri sekejap sahaja licin lincau cucu-cucu perempuan dia basuh pinggan".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak mengomel lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kenduri apa?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Tuan-tuan dan puanpuan.Inilah contohnya hikmat mengalih topik peringkat ke 3 namanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang kahwinlah cepat.Mak nak cucu perempuan.Kat Cyberjaya itu takkanlah tak ada yang cantik?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak segera mengeluarkan idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La...dah agak dah".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf.Hikmat mengalih topik itu gagal kali ini.Mak mungkin sudah imun dengan tatktik aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku senyum sahaja kat mak.Angkat surat khabar dan lari ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok Afiq tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Tenangnya Afiq tidur.Macam tiada masalah pun di dunia ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4023175756673637308?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4023175756673637308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4023175756673637308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4023175756673637308' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-7389893401018196759</id><published>2008-02-18T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:26:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mandi Bersama Afiq&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R998qEfTTpI/AAAAAAAABRw/PCayhaK3N_U/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178995158700740242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R998qEfTTpI/AAAAAAAABRw/PCayhaK3N_U/s400/IMG_7987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak tengah mandikan Afiq di tengah dapur.Mak nampak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang!Tolong letak shampoo kat Afiq." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!Baru balik dari kebun aku sudah kena suruh.Shampoo segera dituang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bukan macam itu.Tuang kat badan dia".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arah mak serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La...ingat Afiq nak mandi buih sabun tadi!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang kesengalan menjawab.Manalah aku tahu begitu caranya bayi mandi.Aku mana pernah ada anak lagi.Mak mencemekkan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa kata kita letak air sejuk sikit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadang aku sambil merasa tahap kesuaman air.Aura mendengki aku sudah datang.Gila!Budak tahap bayi pun aku ada hati nak dengki.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang jangan nak mengada."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida datang ke dapur dengan amaran ala seorang kapten.Ambil cawan dan minum ubat periuk dia yang tak sedap sungguh bau dan rasanya sambil memerhatikan Afiq dengan penuh kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kenapa mak yang mandikan Afiq?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal aku macam tak puas hati.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak berbisik perlahan.Begitu dan begini.Ini rahsia tradisi keluarga turun temurun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh!Begitu rupa kisahnya.Baru aku faham mengapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan aku sama rancak memetik mengambil gambar bogel Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...itu pun akan jadi rahsia tradisi keluarga juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!Agak-agaknya aku ada tak gambar bogel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-7389893401018196759?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7389893401018196759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/7389893401018196759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7389893401018196759' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R998qEfTTpI/AAAAAAAABRw/PCayhaK3N_U/s72-c/IMG_7987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-4791108460533072232</id><published>2008-02-17T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:33:27.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cerita Anak Buah Baru Aku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#No 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok uras badannya,orangnya tinggi lampai nanti.Nenek Melaka dia kata.Kulit ikut maknya yang putih ala orang Cina itu.Wah!Jambu gilalah nanti anak buah aku. Tapi nasib baik muka dan rambut 98% ikut ayah dia.Jadi,kurang banyak gilalah jambunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tanya mak.Macam mana nak tahu budak itu putih ke hitam nanti. Mak kata tengok bontot dia. Tengok banyak tompok hitam dia.Banyak atau sikit,itulah warna kulit dia nanti. Aku tengok bontot Afiq.Memang tak ada tompok hitam pun.Aku tanya mak lagi. Kalau anak India,macam mana nak nampak tompok hitam dia.Mak jawap dia malas nak layan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tengok bontot aku.Mmm...patutlah aku hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#No 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara bayi yang senang dijaga tapi amat kuat gila minum susu.Mak kata budak lelaki memang kuat minum.Tak cukup susu badan, susu lembu pun dia layan.Pantang aku buat ujian kelaparan, mesti laparlah punya.Aku rasa macam nak SMS Emry suruh dia beli lembu susu sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia jarang menangis tapi sekali dia menangis aku rasa tercabar.Aku ingat suara aku yang paling kuat selama ini tapi suara dia lagi kuat rupanya.40 Watt aku rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kiri!Cepat jalan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!Jangan panik ya tuan-tuan dan puan-puan.Ini hanya satu latihan suara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-4791108460533072232?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4791108460533072232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/4791108460533072232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4791108460533072232' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5577803964179803511</id><published>2008-02-16T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:22:36.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ada Apa Dengan Nama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Afiq Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq=Yang Mulia.&lt;br /&gt;Danish=Bijak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erti namanya memang baik tapi aku ada sedikit isu dengan nama ini. Terlalu comel aku rasa. Terasa geli-geleman juga.Macam jambu gila. Masa muda remaja mungkin mesra telinga bunyinya tapi apa kata kita cuba bayangkan 20 tahun akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"En.Afiq Danish.Sila masuk!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrh!Serius macam jambulah bunyinya.Macam tiba-tiba aku boleh jadi sopan santun gila. Boleh ke kau menjambukan diri sampai ke tua Afiq?Macam mana kalau tiba-tiba separuh jalan kau jadi tak jambu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Azri Wira "Shinnosuke" Ixus Arslan Azman  juga yang sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak comel dan tak mengada-ngada bunyinya.Ada bunyi unsur-unsur teknikal yang serius juga di situ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...mungkin cuma nama itu panjang sedikit dari nama-nama biasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau buat tag nama,mesti kena pakai dari dada kiri sampai ke kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Glamour juga bukan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5577803964179803511?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5577803964179803511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5577803964179803511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5577803964179803511' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-6391089160311412619</id><published>2008-02-15T09:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:00:39.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mesyuarat Nama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa bulan dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida/Emry panggil satu sessi mesyuarat khas keluarga.Err...sebenarnya, akulah dalang disebalik mesyuarat ini sebab aku tak tahu nak buat apa. Kebetulan pula semua ahli yang memang payah nak dikumpulkan ada bersama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda mesyuarat:cari nama yang sesuai untuk bayi lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.Masing-masing keluar laptop.Googe mana-mana yang patut.Yang tak ada laptop,nganga sahaja. Renunglah siling dan petiklah mana-mana nama yang ada di atas sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!Banyak juga nama-nama yang keluar.Ida/Emry sudah keliru.Ini baru mesyuarat ahli bahagian Melaka.Yang ahli bahagian lagi kekwat tahap melampau gila di daerah Perak sana belum mesyuarat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setakat hari itu,Muhammad sudah pasti di depan.Yang belakang belum pasti lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama Muhammad Azri Wira "Shinnosuke" Ixus Arslan Azman itu aku punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan nak mengada-ngada tiru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beranilah tiru.Nak kena Action-kamen dengan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.Nama sudah ada.Yang tinggal sekarang ialah misi nak cari emaknya sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan aku berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Action-kamen ialah aksi hero err...saksikan sendiri di NTV7 setiap Sabtu,7 malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-6391089160311412619?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6391089160311412619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/6391089160311412619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6391089160311412619' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-5261668778375673527</id><published>2008-02-14T08:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:21:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Bapa Yang Sengal::Bahagian 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sengal 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida dalam wad bersalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS dihantar lagi ke Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ida dah dalam labour room ni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih sengal.Jawapan yang sama erti dibalas si penerima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berehatlah!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku tanya,adik ipar aku itu ingat labour room itu macam common room.Tempat orang berehat ala-ala tengok TV.Ah!!Kenapalah lemah sangat bahasa Inggeris kau?Lain kali,aku kena buat temuramah adik-adik ipar seterusnya dalam bahasa Inggeris.Biarlah ada yang ketar lutut kena tanya dengan aku.Salah jawap,aku naikkan wang hantaran. Padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sengal 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina dan Eddie sudah sampai KL dengan mak.Ahli keluarga baru pun sudah keluar pagi tadi.Aku yang kebetulan bercuti,terpaksa tukar acara berpoya-poya di Sungai Wang kepada sesi bermesra dengan ahli keluarga. Emry sampai juga walaupun lambat gila.Aku suruh dia naik ERL tapi dia terkedik-kedik nak juga naik teksi yang mahal gila.Afiq masih belum mandi lagi.Ada kesan darah lagi.Mak yang suruh jururawat jangan mandikan Afiq lagi sebab nak tunggu ayah dia yang sengal itu sampai dari Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang kelaparan,geledah beg bayi.Manalah tahu ada coklat kan.Ya!Memang ada.Aku juga jumpa benda lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Weh!Biar betul.Ini ke baju bayi?Ini baju untuk budak dah besarlah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus arahkan bapa yang baru itu dan mak pergi Giant nanti.Beli baju bayi yang senang nak dipakai.Kasihan Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada beza antara adik ipar yang ini dengan adik sendiri.Eddie memang aku tak sangka akan jadi ayah.Jaga kaktus pun mati,inikan pula nak jaga kembar.Tapi dia dari awal-awal lagi memang tiba-tiba terserlah kewibawaannya nak jadi ayah.Emmry pula aku rasa agak macam tak bersedia.Macam kekok sana sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadi ayah mungkin perlukan 10-15 minit sahaja.Nak jadi bapa mungkin perlukan masa sepanjang hayat kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-5261668778375673527?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5261668778375673527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/5261668778375673527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5261668778375673527' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1123535473726380336</id><published>2008-02-13T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:53:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Bapa Yang Sengal::Bahagian 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sengal 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam sudah hampir waktu tengah hari di Setiawangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS dihantar merentas Laut Cina Selatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ida dah sakitlah bang!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS dibalas tak lama kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berehatlah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sengal 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang nak beranak dalam sakit-sakit itu sempat lagi singgah mamak makan roti canai. Sempat isi minyak dan keluar duit di Petronas.Sempat nak daftar masuk hospital tapi err...IC tertinggal pula di rumah.Maka merasalah kena meredah sesak MRR2 dari Bandar Tun Razak ke Setiawangsa.1 jam kemudian,krisis masuk hospital selesai. Semuanya dibuat Ida sendiri.Adik beradik ketika itu semua masih seronok berpoya-poya di Melaka. Cuma aku sahaja yang sedang dalam perjalanan balik ke KL dan aku tak tahu menahu pun apa yang telah berlaku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS dihantar segera ke Sabah.Beritahu apa yang berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sengal.Ini jawapannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berehatlah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!Dah nama kerja askar,hati memang kering dalam buat apa saja.Aku sebagai Abang dah banyak kali pesan.Kalau nak beranak, beritahu aku kalau Emry tiada di Semenanjung. Tapi itu semua buat letih aku bercakap sahaja.Yang nak nak jadi bapa pun apa kes asyik suruh berehat sahaja. Beranak itu bukankah lebih kurang macam pergi berperang.Bila masanya nak berehat.Oh lupa!Askar Malaysia memang banyak berehat dari berperang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1123535473726380336?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1123535473726380336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1123535473726380336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1123535473726380336' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-1858263865741099148</id><published>2008-02-12T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:45:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hello World 4.0&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R997SUfTToI/AAAAAAAABRo/ipB5nLehMLg/s1600-h/IMG_7936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178993651167219330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R997SUfTToI/AAAAAAAABRo/ipB5nLehMLg/s400/IMG_7936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!I'm happy.So happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day is 26 December 2007.I became the proud uncle again.To the healthy baby boy named Muhammad Afiq Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 December 2007 is a week earlier than the should be delivery date.No one expect this.He came unalarmed.Afiq!You must be one unpatient boy. You must be so damn bored in your mothers' womb right?Strange to me,but Afiq already open his bamby eyes bigger than his friends at the hospital as if he is already anxious to see what this world can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second.Isn't that 2007 will put my new bundle of joy in the same schooling year with the twin Shafwan and Shazwan?Ah!Afiq.Could you do that?The twin are almost ready to walk and discover the world but look at you.Still lying helplessly. Boy,you must be have a lot to catch up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Muhammad Afiq Danish,all the best.I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you become a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a naked picture of you Afiq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-1858263865741099148?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1858263865741099148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/1858263865741099148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1858263865741099148' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R997SUfTToI/AAAAAAAABRo/ipB5nLehMLg/s72-c/IMG_7936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531458.post-2890040610764634449</id><published>2008-02-11T11:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:07:16.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hilang Tangan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula dia hilang kaki kiri.Kodong sebelah seminggu.Aku ingat lagi sebab hari itu ada sejarahnya.Tapi nasib dia baik.Ada orang jumpa kaki dia semula.Tercicir dalam kereta rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian,dia hilang dua-dua tapak kaki pula.Aku pasrah sahaja.Tak tahu tercicir di mana dan bagaimana.Itulah.Banyak sangat aktiviti membeli-belah agaknya waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama selepas itu,tercabut sebelah tangan pula.Angkara tersepit di pintu lif sebuah pusat membeli belah ternama.Dalam malu tapi mahu, terpaksalah aku membuat muka toya mengutip tangan robot itu dan cabut lari secepat yang mungkin.Cis!Buat malu sahaja. Ada awek cantik pula dalam lif itu tadi.Awek itu senyum menggila melihat situasi aku. Balik rumah,satu misi ditubuhkan segera. Merawat tangan robot yang cedera.Yeah!Misi berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu,sedang duduk di atas lantai KLIA menunggu pemandu datang, aku tiba-tiba tak tahu nak kata apa.Aku pasrah sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!Tangan dia sebelah dah hilang lagi.Tak pasti pula hilang di mana. Mungkin di Singapura agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R93pBkfTTdI/AAAAAAAABQM/iiVE11jOMIQ/s1600-h/IMG_8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178551359730044370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R93pBkfTTdI/AAAAAAAABQM/iiVE11jOMIQ/s400/IMG_8188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini aku biarkan sahaja.Tiada misi apa-apa pun akan ditubuhkan.Aku sudah malas hendak layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin jodoh kami memang setakat ini sahaja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6531458-2890040610764634449?l=aizulartamir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2890040610764634449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6531458/posts/default/2890040610764634449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizulartamir.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2890040610764634449' title=''/><author><name>azman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIEzL7AnZcs/R93pBkfTTdI/AAAAAAAABQM/iiVE11jOMIQ/s72-c/IMG_8188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
