<?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-6487972634923699584</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:58:41.204+08:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='My Update'/><category term='My Story'/><category term='TESL'/><title type='text'>GARFIELDira</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the blog where feelings and thoughts become a story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-4365326571014787603</id><published>2010-10-25T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:15:24.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TESL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can I not put any title yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TMRz6eHGj8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cmC2MJSl6lY/s1600/blog+post+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TMRz6eHGj8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cmC2MJSl6lY/s400/blog+post+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, back to blogging! Just so you know, quite busy with stuff here. Couldn't update a fulfilling post yet. Well, not until semester three officially calls to an end. Have one last test tomorrow (technically, its today) morning. Then, two final papers on the 31st October and 3rd November. As for now, only could update short and so-called brief posts. So, later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-4365326571014787603?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4365326571014787603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-not-put-any-title-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4365326571014787603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4365326571014787603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-not-put-any-title-yet.html' title='Can I not put any title yet?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TMRz6eHGj8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/cmC2MJSl6lY/s72-c/blog+post+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-7085920664498658038</id><published>2010-09-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:44:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS OUT OF SERVICE FOR AN INDEFINITE PERIOD OF TIME. THERE IS NO EXACT TIME OF WHEN THIS BLOG WILL BE BACK IN BUSINESS. BUT IT IS A PROMISE THAT THIS BLOG WILL BE BACK FOR ITS LOYAL FOLLOWERS TO READ/VIEW/DROP BY. AT THE MOMENT, DO ENJOY BLOG-WALKING AT OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS. SUPPORT BLOGGERS. THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-GARFIELDira-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-7085920664498658038?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7085920664498658038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/09/note-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7085920664498658038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7085920664498658038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/09/note-for-you.html' title='A note for you.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-2339906704661536340</id><published>2010-08-30T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:40:32.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of The Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny thing about some Malaysians; they don't appreciate Malaysian artists. In my case, I do. Even I don't follow every and each Malaysian artists, I at least know what's happening in Malaysian entertainment industry. Not all, the latest is enough. Talking about Malaysian artists, do 'check-it-out' on &lt;a href="http://www.afiqhakim.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Akim AF7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not interested? Just shut up and get lost. Why do I like him? Simple. He has the voice, he can compose songs, he has the swagger, and he started from Z to the E to the R to the O, zero! Try and watch his first AF7 concert performance. What a disaster! But he slowly learnt and... BOOM! Today, he's even more popular and way success-er than the winner of AF7. FYI, he only won the third place in AF7. One thing is for sure; he is worth for us to support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, no, no. I'm not here to give a persuasive speech on supporting our industry. A big no! Just pouring some points out before you can directly 'hina' and 'kutuk' Malaysian artists. Opss! Again, I am not persuading you to like Akim Ahmad or whatsoever. Instead, this post is about Irfan's first time meeting Akim Ahmad. Well, it happened on last Saturday. Akim's fan club (GAFIM) organized breaking fast event (the event has a glamor name; GAFIM Glamor Ramadhan) with Akim. Immediately after I knew the event, I signed up Irfan's name and mine as well to be there. For me, I only looked forward to meet some of the GAFIMMERS that I am closed with because I had ever met Akim Ahmad already. Not once, but three times already. But for Irfan, he had a different set of agenda. He, of course, wanted to meet Akim Ahmad in person. Then, he wanted to wear his brand new T90 Nike shoes. Well, as this post's title said, Irfan won the King of The Night for his outfit for the night. I was like... WTH?!! But it made him smile all night long. That is enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, I uploaded some of the pictures from GAFIM Glamor Ramadhan. But these pictures are dedicated to my one and only brother, Irfan. So, Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteJeiGznI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pfuAYvUX5R0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteJeiGznI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pfuAYvUX5R0/s320/2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First picture with Akim Ahmad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteabZQbaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AXhO9Ja_9m4/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteabZQbaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AXhO9Ja_9m4/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second picture with Akim Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtefQb3cvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/823ZmZ09zHo/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtefQb3cvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/823ZmZ09zHo/s320/4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First 'family' picture with two of GAFIMMERS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteiZn_kcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1fU3-9WTz44/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteiZn_kcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1fU3-9WTz44/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His priceless smile. Thanks to Akim Ahmad &amp;amp; GAFIMMERS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtelXmvN5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GgoeEOmrvKI/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtelXmvN5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GgoeEOmrvKI/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third picture with Akim Ahmad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THten-q6jDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5vyXp1iRR40/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THten-q6jDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5vyXp1iRR40/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After countless of picture, Akim Ahmad can still smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteqE6Ta5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/OLzD0silzq4/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteqE6Ta5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/OLzD0silzq4/s320/10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second last picture with Akim Ahmad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtesdH22MI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4rXuyN5nCl0/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THtesdH22MI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4rXuyN5nCl0/s320/11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last and memorable 'king' picture with Akim Ahmad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-2339906704661536340?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2339906704661536340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/2339906704661536340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/2339906704661536340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-night.html' title='King of The Night.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/THteJeiGznI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pfuAYvUX5R0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-2305001686572733425</id><published>2010-08-30T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:28:40.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onset and coda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't know why the temptation to update blog occurs at times like this. Guess the '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;onset and coda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' stuff have made the world turns upside down. Seriously, head can as if spin like a spinner&amp;nbsp;after learning those '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;onset and coda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' stuff. Not&amp;nbsp;complaining, yet, not enjoying any of the stuff. Who cares anyway. Let's move on to more serious stuff rather than onset-ing and coda-ing this already-miserable-life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like seriously, I forgot to keep track on how many days have we, Muslims, been fasting. As for me, the one with an already-miserable-life, I don't quite look forward to raya-ing myself. To those who know and concern about my family background, you can already guess why. To those who don't know and interested to know, let me briefly tell you why raya is not in my top list. First, my parents have already gone their separate ways since I was 16. No need to pretend you are pity, look down, or have skeptical thoughts towards broken family's children. Some of them might even be better than perfect family's. But that's not the point here. The point is... It sucks a lot when people like me have to divide raya time into two parts. If both parents are cool with it, then it is okay. But in my case, one party is never okay. I'm always the 'derhaka' one, the 'kurang ajar' child, and the 'tak tahu bersyukur' person. I'm never good to this particular party. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For once, why can't you look at my positive side? I'm at least somewhere today. I don't ask more than RM100 per month. I don't even bother to be in your new life (consists of your brand new **** and your precious brand new son). Why me? I thought all this while I have served you with all my heart. If only I can die for you, I would have already be dead by now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; I seldom talk about stuff like this. But almost every year after my parents decided to go separate ways, issues like this occur. It is sad, really sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at the bright side; I should be thankful because I have both my parents, still. Unlike my friends who their parent(s) are already gone to face Allah S.W.T., I have both my parents to occupy my life. If only I'm cool with both parents, I shall ask for nothing more from God (except for good health, wealth, and whatnot). Well, that's about it for now. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-2305001686572733425?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2305001686572733425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/onset-and-coda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/2305001686572733425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/2305001686572733425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/onset-and-coda.html' title='Onset and coda.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-3913738643860781311</id><published>2010-08-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:15:43.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Well, as I had promised in my last post to put some pictures related to that post, I am going to 'serve' you with those pictures now. HAHHA. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynIe20muI/AAAAAAAAAfU/A0XM_CYotV4/s1600/Staff+futsal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynIe20muI/AAAAAAAAAfU/A0XM_CYotV4/s400/Staff+futsal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Education's staff futsal team. *Wan &amp;amp; me were included okay? ((:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynL_MB83I/AAAAAAAAAfY/WFejjI2-LLk/s1600/Irfan's+birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynL_MB83I/AAAAAAAAAfY/WFejjI2-LLk/s400/Irfan's+birthday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irfan's birthday celebration. Fun, fun, and fun! d:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynOSU4ebI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8VJdt3vmVik/s1600/Hairi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynOSU4ebI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8VJdt3vmVik/s400/Hairi.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hairi Imran... )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-3913738643860781311?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3913738643860781311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/3913738643860781311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/3913738643860781311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-promised.html' title='As promised.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TGynIe20muI/AAAAAAAAAfU/A0XM_CYotV4/s72-c/Staff+futsal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-9026213773056126791</id><published>2010-08-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:03:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while, hasn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow! Like seriously, nearly a month?!! The owner/creator of this blogger site must have cursed me for my irresponsible behavior of not updating blog regularly. HAHHA. Literally, who cares? But whatever is it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it has been a while, hasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Before I forget, starting from now on, I shall just update my blog with only short posts. Unless I have the time to myself, I am occupied enough with some other stuff. So, I am sorry if you find my blog is boring from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well, so much to story but so little time is given. Let me see... Yeah, let me tell you about yesterday. Yesterday, 16th of August 2010 was a mixture of happiness and&amp;nbsp;disappointment&amp;nbsp;date. Happiness; it was Irfan's actual 10th birthday. Why actual? Because we celebrated it two days earlier. On the other hand, disappointment is basically caused by a friend of mine, Hairi Imran. He left me in Malaysia for his further study in US. God, I have already started to miss you Hairi. The part where he left me for US is not the disappointment part. It was the part where I was not able to send him to KLIA. Supposedly my Applied Phonetics And Phonology had our first test on that day. But the lecturer cancelled the class literally last minute due to *whatsoever* reason. If I knew there would not be a test on that freaking day, a few close friends and myself would have escaped the class to say the last goodbye in three years time to Hairi at KLIA. Such incident has made me regret like hell. But everything happens for a reason. Maybe we were not supposed to be on road on that day. I believe in God. He must have helped us on that day instead of disappointing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Whatever it is, Hairi, we do miss you. You will always be remembered for those stupid and clever things that we have done together. I know there are some other people who miss you more that we do. But I do not give a damn about them. I only care for us, The Volley Gang. So long Hairi, until we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P/S: I will update a few pictures later on concerning this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-9026213773056126791?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9026213773056126791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-while-isnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/9026213773056126791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/9026213773056126791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-while-isnt-it.html' title='It has been a while, hasn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-7371037487238188745</id><published>2010-07-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:28:31.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are more important.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people. Wow! It has been a while (and I really mean it) since I last updated my blog. If God makes blogging as one of the must-do lists in life, I would have been sentenced into jail already. Seriously people, I have literally abandoned my blog, haven't I? For those who wondered why do I have a blog if I seldom update it, get a life people! If you understand Malay Language, 'Woi, sukati mak bapak aku la nak ada blog ke tak nak! Sukati atok nenek aku la nak biar blog aku bersawang ke berkulat! Ada kau susah? Tak hado!' If you only understand so-called lingua franca @ English language, 'Dear readers, this is my beloved blog, not yours. So, get your ass off my blog if you think I am not good enough to become a blogger. Thank you.' Well, I am sure my Drama lecturer would love me more if she reads this. I am being straight forward @ honest here, am I? Well, honesty is the best policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough with my explanation of why I seldom update my blog. Now is the time for you to be open minded. Read this post with an empty heart and mind because what I am going to talk about might just be you. I know I sounded big, powerful, and somebody. Instead, I am nobody, powerless, and small (as in position in society). But a nobody like me has ample of experience in life, finest thoughts in mind, as well as all-mixed-up feelings in heart. So, I am free to talk about anything, as long as it has nothing to do with ISA-related issues. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For 20 years (and still counting... Alhamdulillah!), I have become a friend to many people. Along the way, I have met with all kinds of friends. A backstabber, a liar, or even an opportunist, all of them are in my friends list. But guess what? None of them I hate so much. Not as much as this particular characteristic; using you as a companion whenever theirs are not with them. Believe me, a backstabber I can close one eye. A liar can be ignored. An opportunist is even more simple. Just do the same back to them, be a better opportunist than the original opportunist. Just kidding people! But dumping you whenever their companion is around? That is a big no in my life dictionary. Please, God has given every each of us 24 hours in a day. Why must you use your few hours time with your friends to date your so-called boyfriend or girlfriend? Please find some other time, rather than taking your time with your friends just because your 'spouse' said he or she needs you more than your friends. Unless you are married, you are tied to nobody. If they leave you because you prioritize your friends, so be it! But if your parents said so, that would be a different set of story. Then, when your 'spouse' is gone from your sight, you seek for your friends. What the h*ll is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Another thing that I cannot accept is bringing your boyfriend or girlfriend to hang out with your friends. If your boyfriend or girlfriend is invited to hang out with your circle of friends, that is fine with me. If your 'spouse' is in your circle of friends, that would also be okay because your friends have already known who your 'spouse' is. Plus, your friends would already have built a mutual understanding through friendship with your 'spouse'. For God sake, you cannot expect your 'spouse' to walk far away from you when you hang out with your friends. Both of you will want to be together, holding hands while walking, and having time to yourselves. Then, why bother uniting your friends and 'spouse'? Find two different time, will you? But whatever is it, please learn how to juggle between friends and special one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know I am being very blunt here and I am sorry. But this is the reality in our society. You only appreciate your friends whenever your special one is not around. Haven't anybody tell you that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends are more important&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; than your special one? I know some of my friends who can juggle friendship and special relationship very well. Maybe because their special ones are in my circle of friends. But the bottom line is being smart in separating your personal life and friendship life. That is all needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends come and go, real friends don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-7371037487238188745?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7371037487238188745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-are-more-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7371037487238188745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7371037487238188745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-are-more-important.html' title='Friends are more important.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-8668872797712599073</id><published>2010-07-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:26:04.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and break some rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people. How are you doing? I hope everything is fine. Well, it has been quite a while since I last updated my blog, hasn't it? Sorry for not doing what I am supposed to do frequently; updating my blog. I was busy lazy-ing myself while my semester break lasts for another few days. Then I will be heading for my second year as a degree student. I am crossing my fingers, hoping for a better semester than before. Hurm... Talking about semester break, it reminds me about being a student. As what my friends see me, I do break rules at times. Entering class late, smuggling food into library, wearing flip-flops instead of shoes, and many more. But breaking all kinds of rules does not mean you are a bad person entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Many Malaysian drivers drive over the speed limits that have been set by the authorities. On highways, main road, or elsewhere, not all drivers care enough to follow the speed limits. To be honest, I myself do not follow the speed limits all the time. Whenever I feel like driving fast, I just do it. But when it comes stealing people's parking spot, that is too much. Fine, that is not too much. How about stealing OKU's parking spot? Too much, isn't it? I was once sitting at McDonalds with my mother and little brother. It was a coincidence that our seats had the view of OKU's parking spots. So, while we were having our lunch, I saw a car parked in one of the OKU's parking spots. I thought either the driver or one of the passengers were an OKU. But when all of them got out of the car, they were all perfectly healthy. They walked toward Mcdonalds entrance while laughing to each other about something, without any feelings of guilt that they had just taken other people's right. Well, it was such a view while having lunch, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; People, if you feel like breaking some rules, &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go and break some rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; then. Nobody will stop you, unless you break rules like smuggling weapons, shooting innocent people, or taking drugs. It does not matter whether you break the rules or not. What matters the most is your consideration. Look, consideration is needed in our life. We have to consider about other people's needs. Yes, speeding can harm you and other drivers as well. But at least you are only harming yourself the most. I believe that you can change. Change your attitude toward others and yourself. That is enough to make this world a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heal the world. Make it a better place for you, and for me, and the entire universe. -Michael Jackson-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-8668872797712599073?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8668872797712599073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-and-break-some-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8668872797712599073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8668872797712599073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-and-break-some-rules.html' title='Go and break some rules.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-6170084328315345978</id><published>2010-06-25T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:23:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people. How are you doing? I hope everything is doing fine and great. Well, guess what? I am back to blogging! Sorry for my absence in the world of blogging. I took some moments off from blogging because I wanted to really make up my mind on what I want to deliver through blogging. I am quite sure that all this while you are not so thrilled and excited to read my blog. Therefore, I have nothing much to worry due to my absence in blogging world except for the fact that my writing skills are getting rustier than ever. I hope you like the new look of my blog and the way I write my stories. Come on! Give me some credits, will you? I had to do some blog-walking and blog-stalking before I can come out with my very best for this blog. So today, I would actually love to tell you about my point of view on one of the greatest events in the world; World Cup. I know it has been like ages since the opening of 2010 World Cup. But hey, &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better late than never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When I was a little child, I had this special bonding with my father. Because of that special bonding, until today, I am a football fan. Being a girl who loves to watch football, I could not escape from typical and skeptical guys' point of view towards girls and women who love football. Typical guys would normally questioned my passion falls for the players or the game. I cannot deny that there are cute, handsome, and masculine football players. But I do not go for looks if we are talking in football terms. I go for hunger and desire of the player in winning the ball from opponents. I am talking about Rooney, Messi, Torres, Ibrahimnovic, Terry, Vidic, Evra, Eto'o, and many more. So guys, never doubt about my interest that I show towards football. I can tell you things that you also might now know about football and you do not want that to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For this year's World Cup, my guess is either Brazil, Argentina, or Netherlands will bring back the trophy to their country. My favorite team? Neither Netherlands, Brazil, nor Argentina. I am a Three Lions fan and forever I will be. No matter what people say, whether England are losers or England can never win World Cup anymore, I just do not care much. My loyalty towards the Three Lions team started off from the first world cup (2002 if I may recall) that I watched after I found out I am a football lover. I am not sure why England. Maybe because I am head over heels with English Premier League and I have been loving Wayne Rooney's desire to win the ball in most games that he has played. Being honest here, I am not interested in other leagues. I do watch Italian and Spanish League. But I only watch because of the teamwork that some of the clubs in those leagues have shown. Barcelona, Villareal, Valencia, AC Milan, Inter Milan and Juventus are some of those clubs that work as a team. Still, English Premier league is my first choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well, I am crossing my fingers and hoping that England can play well. They have to work as a team if they want to bring back World Cup trophy. It is hard when a team has more than enough talented, gifted, and experienced players. How to play as a team if everyone wants to show that they can perform alone? This happens to England. Most England players play for English Premier League clubs; Manchester United, Chelsea, Tottenham, Everton, Liverpool, and &amp;nbsp;many more. Due to the status that English Premier League holds which is one of the best leagues in the world, the players are also high-rated ones. Players like them are hard to form a team that has teamwork because they have developed a strong bonding with their clubs and also stubborn in defending their own ways of playing. Nothing much to say except for Fabio Capello must find a way to build teamwork in his team. Or else, England will stop at quarter-final. I would love to see England through to semi-final. Final is too much I guess. Well, Nike said 'impossible is nothing'. In other way round, nothing is impossible. Until then, I will have to wait and see what the future holds for England. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where there is a will, there is a way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-6170084328315345978?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6170084328315345978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6170084328315345978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6170084328315345978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-1446884896726969270</id><published>2010-06-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:04:09.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Hypocrite is my middle name .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honesty is the best policy. Well, okay then. Bare with these facts if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUYS AND GIRLS WHO SEE THEMSELVES AS A PLAYER AND ACT LIKE ONE DOES NOT LOOK COOL AT ALL. THEY LOOK STUPID INDEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS WHO CLAIM THEY ARE THERE FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT ARE ACTUALLY THE ONES WHO ARE NOT THERE FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR RESPECT FROM OTHERS ARE THE ONES WHO DO NOT DESERVE RESPECT. RESPECTED PEOPLE DO NOT ASK FOR RESPECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU SCORE TOO MANY OF A+ IN YOUR LIFE UNTIL YOU FORGET HOW TO LIVE THE LIVE. NOT ALL SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE ARE INTELLIGENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE LINE 'DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER' IS SO TRUE. YOU MAY LOOK BEAUTIFUL BUT YOUR HEART IS NOT NECESSARILY BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are among the ones listed up here? No worries. Who am I to hate you? I am here to just clarify a few things that people think it is the right thing to do. FYI, I don't simply type all these facts out. I asked the elder ones, friends, and I did some personal observations as well. If you are hurt with this post, I'm sorry. I may have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; as my middle name. But I don't act like one when it comes to telling the truth. Capeesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-1446884896726969270?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1446884896726969270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/hypocrite-is-my-middle-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/1446884896726969270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/1446884896726969270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/hypocrite-is-my-middle-name.html' title='Hypocrite is my middle name .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-5351791847742724404</id><published>2010-06-02T05:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:35:42.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Update'/><title type='text'>Save them to save us .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAV45yozAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FJW7dgoOA8I/s1600/boycott-israel-free-palestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAV45yozAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FJW7dgoOA8I/s320/boycott-israel-free-palestine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477917456006840994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear friends, let us spend only a minute everyday to pray to God and ask for the world to be a better place; no war and no violence. If you have another minute, make it a two-minute prayer and specifically ask from God for Israel's violence to be stopped in Palestine. World is meaningless if there are people suffering from violence and cold-blooded animals (so-called human being). Allahhuakbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-5351791847742724404?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5351791847742724404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/save-them-to-save-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/5351791847742724404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/5351791847742724404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/06/save-them-to-save-us.html' title='Save them to save us .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAV45yozAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FJW7dgoOA8I/s72-c/boycott-israel-free-palestine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-8452899176378093377</id><published>2010-05-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:27:31.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>You complete me somehow .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is about happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people will be there by your side no matter what trouble are you into? Some people will only be there when you are happy. When you are sad, they will be gone from your life. Then they will only come back into your life when you are back in the zone of happiness. How pathetic can those people be? Well, very pathetic indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I concern, I only have a few people who are really there all the time for me. Despite their own life, they have a life which includes me in it. I am not saying that they have two lives. But they actually include me in their life. If I ever needed an extra hand for help, I just have to call them and they will be there. If I ever needed a shoulder to cry, I just have to lend theirs and they will listen to me. No need to say more because they are more than only words. Wonder who they are? Meet my life saviors;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVujC9Rn9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZoPHB_BiVII/s1600/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVujC9Rn9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZoPHB_BiVII/s320/DSC00543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477906070134431698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 3D mama and little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVujnqx9yI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gqdul29OyLY/s1600/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVujnqx9yI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gqdul29OyLY/s320/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477906079988971298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My weird yet lovely little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVuixna71I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6jgxiOb4GH0/s1600/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVuixna71I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6jgxiOb4GH0/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477906065479364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... My two best friends forever. BFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-8452899176378093377?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8452899176378093377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-complete-me-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8452899176378093377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8452899176378093377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-complete-me-somehow.html' title='You complete me somehow .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/TAVujC9Rn9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZoPHB_BiVII/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-8841189410478457314</id><published>2010-05-15T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:22:29.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Update'/><title type='text'>Two significant moments .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S_ZXpOrKzyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wHferx3YuwA/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S_ZXpOrKzyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wHferx3YuwA/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473658762940829474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken last week's Monday (9th of May 2010) when I invited some of my closest friends to come and have some fun at my house. We had a lot of fun! Due to some reasons, I can only display this picture because of you-should-know-why situation. Well, there are girls as well. So, solve the math by yourself okay? Hahha. But girls, if you want to look at all the pictures taken, do inform me personally. I will give you the access through facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S_ZXosSS-DI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sG9uvsVqc2s/s1600/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S_ZXosSS-DI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sG9uvsVqc2s/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473658753709701170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken last wednesday (19th of May 2010) when mama had a talk to give at UiTM Melaka. Mama gave the talk at night, from 8.30pm-10.30pm. So, during the day, mama and I went to take pictures at some beautiful places. At night, I had my asam pedas with my TESL friend, along with her parents. The rest of the pictures will be posted in facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-8841189410478457314?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8841189410478457314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-significant-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8841189410478457314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8841189410478457314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-significant-moments.html' title='Two significant moments .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S_ZXpOrKzyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wHferx3YuwA/s72-c/IMG_0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-6579450199771383636</id><published>2010-05-15T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T03:53:11.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>I won't shut up .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First and foremost, I am sorry for not updating this blog for quite a while. Finals, friendship issues, and self-issue, you do the math. But no worries, I am back for good. Second, I think I want to start my update with a topic that I faced recently; talkative and outspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you must be wondering what the h*ll with talkative and outspoken people? Well, let me tell you what do people think about talkative and outspoken people. They think you are rude, loud, vain, and the opposite of demure (for ladies only). Seriously, people expect you to talk with a slow voice and be less outspoken. Why? Because they don't want you to so-called be rude at them. WHAT THE F*CK?!! But it is the reality, especially for ladies. Typical men will expect you to have characteristics like speak with a 'gedik' tone, act with a demure movement, and respect them even though they do not give a d*mn about respecting their own mother. Sorry, I am not being rude. But this is reality. Believe me, I am one of the ladies who has a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"aku tak mintak dilahirkan dengan suara yang kuat. Kenapa orang kata aku suka menengking? Ini anugerah Tuhan, aku tak boleh nak ubah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some men even said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"kita boleh ubah kalau kita nak. Tapi kau je yang tak nak ubah gaya kau bercakap." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, WHAT THE F*CK?!! Did I ever ask you to change your nose? Did I ever hate your eyes? Did I ever comment on your funny voice? For God sake, I cannot change. Maybe that is why guys hate me. Maybe that is why I do not have a lot of true friends. But still, I cannot and I would not change the fact that I have a loud voice. Plus, I am an outspoken person. Hate me? Please leave me. I do not need fake and hypocrite friends. Go and find ladies whom you think can suit your taste. I am not scared because I believe God has prepared me a companion for me in my life. It is not you who determine my future. It is God and myself. Enough said, bid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-6579450199771383636?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6579450199771383636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6579450199771383636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6579450199771383636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-shut-up.html' title='I won&apos;t shut up .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-6709836382546653307</id><published>2010-05-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:38:15.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Is the traffic yours ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Legally, I've been behind the wheel for two years and three months. I ever illegally drove a car but the point here is about my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Cops, please forgive me okay? Don't shoot me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For twenty years of living, I'm grateful that my parents are capable to give me a modest yet complete life. They've been providing me with a car-riding and car-driving experience until today. So, believe me when I say there are clever but stupid drivers in our very own country, Malaysia. I may or may not know them. But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people! For God sake, we are human being (not God nor prophet). We should respect others in order for people to respect us, despite where we are, what we do, or who they are. But drivers in Malaysia tend to forget that. Well, here are some things that I totally hate when a driver does those habits on road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You think you are driving a Ferrari or a Lamborghini is it? Why drive on the most right lane when you decide to drive like a grandma? My grandma can even run faster than you! Or are you trying to stop people from driving fast? For God sake, you are only giving people a pain in their ass-es. Btw, cops also doesn't bother to stop people from going fast on road. They'll only surprise you with summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WOW! You are driving a Mercedes-Benz. But hello mister, where is your damn signal light? I know your continental car is noticeable on road. But please signal if you wish to switch lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Kau ingat highway kat Malaysia nih bapak kau yang punya?*&lt;/span&gt; The funny thing, you show your arrogant face when people press their horn at you. You think your arrogant face is handsome/beautiful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Pigi da! Pompuan jual nasi lemak lagi cantik daripada engkau tau!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is not sexism. But I just need to pin this point here. You are a guy driving a car. Do you actually think your car and your face will arouse a woman on road? Well, some women may feel that way (not me). But do you have to stare at women while you are driving? Or is it an obligation to lower down your window and wink your eyes on women? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Kalau kau hensem pon aku tak suka kau menggatal tak tentu pasal.*&lt;/span&gt; Even when you are with your gang or best buddies in a car, please don't do such thing. It is a disrespect action to women. If you think women should not be respected, think about your mom. You want your mom to be treated like that? If yes, please meet a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again, this is not sexism. well, I know you are a lady. A lady should have a demure movement. But please hurry when it comes to parking. You don't own the time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Dah la parking macam siput, ada hati nak buat reverse parking.*&lt;/span&gt; Fine, if you have the 'P' sticker on your car, it is forgive-able. But its too much when you re-do your parking more than five times. Two or three times, fine. But five times? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Kenapa? Kotak parking tu makin kecik kat hujung ke?*&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, I have problem to straighten my car correctly.Therefore, I am not shy to lower down my window and take a look at the parking line when I reverse my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This one is another nuisance. I know you walk like a tortoise. But please hurry when you see a car waiting for your parking spot. You don't own that parking spot for yourselves. I'm not trying to be vain. But my mom always teach me to have a sense of humanity. Each time I see a car searches for a parking spot, I immediately rush to my car. Once I have entered my car, I'll rush to start my car and drive off from the parking spot. If I want to re-organize my stuff in the car, I'll stop somewhere safe and far from moving cars. Then I'll do whatever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, points above are some of what Malaysian drivers do. I'm lazy to type much. But the five points are the highlighted ones. I know I sound harsh, rude, and vain. But this is a reminder to everyone including me. If we start to take note about these five highlighted points, I believe that we can change ourselves from an uncivilized driver into a civilized driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-6709836382546653307?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6709836382546653307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-traffic-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6709836382546653307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/6709836382546653307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-traffic-yours.html' title='Is the traffic yours ?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-4753707909066928031</id><published>2010-05-02T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:43:27.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Update'/><title type='text'>Celebrated !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92zIddGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J5VgNFh-0dY/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92Q3bqeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/75_AwtqLbEQ/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92Q3bqeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/75_AwtqLbEQ/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466523156403169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92zIddGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J5VgNFh-0dY/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92zIddGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J5VgNFh-0dY/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466523165601395810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a family tradition to celebrate birthday at home (sometimes outside). So, nothing much to say except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a huge thank you to mama, syam, and Irfan&lt;/span&gt; for the celebration. Well, one thing for sure, we don't like cheese cake as much as the normal cake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My birthday was on Tuesday (27th April) The celebration was on Saturday (1st May).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byep people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-4753707909066928031?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4753707909066928031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4753707909066928031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4753707909066928031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrated.html' title='Celebrated !'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9z92Q3bqeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/75_AwtqLbEQ/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-4143825772202415358</id><published>2010-05-01T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:00:59.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Not cool .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post will be in Malay because I want it to be an understandable yet authentic piece of writing art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak faham dengan pemikiran sesetengah orang. Mungkin aku ini insan yang pelik. Atau mungkin aku manusia yang abnormal. Mana taknya, aku selalu berfikiran lain daripada orang yang berada di sekeliling aku. Bila dia kata ini, aku kata itu. Bila aku suka ini, dia suka itu. Tapi ada aku kisah? Ada la juga. Kalau tak, takkan aku buang masa menaip dekat blog aku yang agak kusam ini. Antara benda-benda yang dipandang hina, pelik, dan abnormal oleh orang terhadap aku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minat aku terhadap bakat &amp;amp; personaliti Akim AF7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ada orang mengklasifikasikan artis-artis Melayu sebagai artis murahan. Baru tiga bulan dalam akademi, sudah boleh digelar artis. Kalau itulah definisi murahan bagi anda, apa komen anda terhadap cara pemakaian artis luar negara? Bukan aku tak minat artis luar negara. Aku minat Oprah Winfrey, Celine Dion, Charice, Alicia Keys, dan ramai lagi. Tapi aku tak mudah nak melabelkan orang dengan entah apa-apa gelaran. Kalau pun anda tak suka dengan apa yang negara kita lahirkan, diam-diam sudah. Anda sedar tak anda berpijak di atas tanah Malaysia? Anda tahu tak anda sedang menggunakan duit kerajaan Malaysia? Malas nak berleter panajng tentang anda berada di bumi Malaysia ini. Bukan anda nak dengar pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kegilaan aku kepada drama bersiri &amp;amp; wayang Melayu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tidak ketinggalan juga orang yang sibuk mengutuk cerita Melayu ini bosan, wayang Melayu itu tiada pengajaran, dan macam-macam lagilah! Tapi bila aku tanya, "apa je cerita Melayu yang kau dah tengok?", jawapan yang mereka berikan amat memeranjatkan diriku ini. Ada yang jawab, "aku tak tengok pun. Tengok iklan pun tahu bosan dah.", dan ada juga yang spontan berkata, "buang masa aku je tengok." Soalan aku sekarang, macam mana anda tahu sesuatu cerita/wayang itu bosan kalau anda tak tengok? Okay, ada juga yang tengok dan kebetulan cerita itu bosan. Aku nak tanya, kalau anda rasa cerita Korea ini tak memuaskan, adakah anda akan kata semua cerita Korea bosan dan tak menarik? Tepuk dada tanya selera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keghairahan aku dengan lagu-lagu nyanyian Justin Bieber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ini lagi sekumpulan manusia yang kelakar dan tak masuk akal. Anda benci Justin Bieber kerana beliau mempunyai suara seperti perempuan. Aku nak tanya, anda ke yang menganugerahkan suara itu kepada beliau? Tak bukan? Siapa yang memberi kita segala yang kita ada? Tuhan yang Esa kan? Sila jangan membenci orang kerana apa yang mereka ada. Kalau awek/balak anda ada kelemahan di sana sini, boleh pula anda tutup sebelah mata dan buat-buat tak nampak kelemahan si jantung hati anda. Aku tak pula tergila-gilakan Justin Bieber. Tapi aku sedar yang beliau ada lenggok suara yang sedap &amp;amp; tarian yang sehebat Michael Jackson. Kalau aku boleh menerima kekurangan orang di sekeliling aku, kenapa anda tak boleh? Fikir-fikirkanlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kegembiraan aku  kerana status aku yang masih lagi bujang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tipulah kalau aku mengaku yang aku tak pernah bercinta. Aku pernah bercinta dan berputus asa dalam cinta. Tapi buat masa sekarang, belum ada lagi lelaki yang mahukan aku dan aku pun tak rasa seperti nak berkepit-kepit dengan lelaki. Susah sangat ke anda nak menelan fakta bahawa aku masih bujang? Aku sedar yang aku tak laku macam pisang goreng seksyen 18, shah alam. Aku akur dengan sifat fizikal aku yang tak sepanas perempuan idaman semua lelaki. Tapi itu tak bermakna aku tak nak bercinta. Aku nak bercinta, tapi serunya masih belum sampai. Oleh itu, aku gembira menjadi solo tanpa teman yang istimewa. Cukuplah dengan ahli keluarga &amp;amp; kawan-kawan. Sedangkan Tuhan yang Maha Penyayang pun masih belum aku cintakan sepenuhnya, layak ke aku nak memerima cinta seorang lelaki yang baik budi pekertinya? Paras rupa tak begitu penting dalam kamus hidup aku. Cukup sekadar menjaga pemakanan dan aktif bersukan. Ada ke lelaki di luar sana yang mahukan aku? Tunggu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau anda rasa anda tak setuju dengan mana-mana kenyataan aku, sila tinggalkan komen. Tujuan aku mengulas tentang perkara sebegini adalah untuk menegakkan pendirian aku. Aku suka orang bukan kerana paras rupa. Aku melihat &amp;amp; menyukai orang kerana bakat, personaliti, dan sifat semulajadi. Aku suka menjadi aku. Anda tak suka, anda punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its a long update I supposed. Well, updates like this only come once in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bye people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-4143825772202415358?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4143825772202415358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4143825772202415358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/4143825772202415358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-cool.html' title='Not cool .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-7252002089001475959</id><published>2010-04-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:11:56.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Today is my day .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost exactly 20 years ago, I was born into this world to face the reality of life. First and foremost, I want to thank Allah S.W.T. for giving me the chance to see the world. Secondly, I would want to thank both my parents. Mama, for the pain that she had to endure for nine months and then delivering me out from her stomach. Papa, for the part that he had to develop me and the struggle to give me a life. Thirdly, thank you to my siblings for filling the gaps in my life. Last but not least, to everyone who has/had anything related to me, thank you for completing my 20 years of journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9aY9Hqo8fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-PN45tdxqE/s1600/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9aY9Hqo8fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-PN45tdxqE/s320/19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464723373658010098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See the date? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye people~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-7252002089001475959?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7252002089001475959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-my-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7252002089001475959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/7252002089001475959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-my-day.html' title='Today is my day .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9aY9Hqo8fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-PN45tdxqE/s72-c/19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-1777018365902336242</id><published>2010-04-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:11:21.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>A picture tells everything .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9G2IanSWdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MbjKIUuUHaM/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9G2IanSWdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MbjKIUuUHaM/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463348078676433362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See me? I'm short, fat, and yeah, ugly. But who cares? I'm sure I have an honest, open-minded, and lovely heart. Well, enjoy looking at this picture because the person behind this beautiful blog is actually not that beautiful. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bye people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-1777018365902336242?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1777018365902336242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-tells-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/1777018365902336242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/1777018365902336242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-tells-everything.html' title='A picture tells everything .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S9G2IanSWdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MbjKIUuUHaM/s72-c/IMG_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-3089542121669194628</id><published>2010-04-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:10:56.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Update'/><title type='text'>Nothing much .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22 April - 9th May&lt;br /&gt;My final examinations for second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday. God, I'm turning 20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take note that my first final paper is over. It was CTU553 - Ethnic Relations paper. Tough? Yeah, because I didn't study much. But I managed to survive with a little bit of lying here and there. Hahha. So, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Goodbye people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-3089542121669194628?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3089542121669194628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/3089542121669194628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/3089542121669194628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487972634923699584.post-8172785427544875995</id><published>2010-04-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:09:51.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Enough said .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S81uxD8gjEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tfe-KO9pWfg/s1600/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S81uxD8gjEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tfe-KO9pWfg/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462143712222022722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, again I supposed. Well, it has been awhile since I last posted something in my old blog. For some of you who don't know about the existence of my old blog, I had a blog before. But I decided to stop from blogging for quite some time because I needed the time to reconstruct a new me. A new me means a new vision, a new mission, and a new blog! Hahha. So, this is my very first post for this very new blog. I hope you'll enjoy this new blog. Many interesting posts concerning my life are coming soon! Be patient and don't forget to follow me, if you ever interested to know about me. But if you don't, you are very welcomed to get the h*ll out of here. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go and f*ck another blog off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bye people~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487972634923699584-8172785427544875995?l=thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8172785427544875995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8172785427544875995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487972634923699584/posts/default/8172785427544875995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenarratorisgarfield.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-said.html' title='Enough said .'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16058493759928050985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOUCA9K83Y/TyTC-yx7H_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HvPQb94XUKc/s220/IMG_0410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hdoymplkhQ/S81uxD8gjEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tfe-KO9pWfg/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
