<?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-1015802340881455867</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:05:57.049+08:00</updated><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='work'/><category term='tennis'/><title type='text'>I, me and I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-8730429028201188089</id><published>2012-01-30T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:42:21.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RATM - lembu-lembu yang berada di pentas peragaan (yang berebot-rebot lumba-lumba nak pegi lubang kubor)</title><content type='html'>thinking of what happens around me recently or currently, or something that's gon be there someday made wanna update this blog of mine to share with my people. it is all relative to each other inside me mind here hughgah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i told you earlier, that every day in this whole year 2012 is like my birthday because of the number. now that the chinese new year this year were meant to be on monday. monday in arabic we call ithnin..... ithnin is my grandfather's my mom's side name... huhu.. ok that's all i wanna share. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, wait. maybe 12 rabi'ul-awal will also be on monday if i'm not mistaken. lemme check...  oh no 12 rab'iul-awal will be on sunday. ok let's forget about what was running inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, i thought of buying a jacket since my brown reversible jacket is already torn a bit and already worn out. so i went to UNIQLO boutique in OU to check for a nice jacket because i've been introduced to UNIQLO by iki. yes they'd have this jacket at that time, a leather biker jacket. brown in colour. tried it on me and it suited me nice. M size.............. and the right question that popped on my mind was like "ehh... duet aku tinggal brape ringgit je ni....". oh yes, and she agreed to the jacket as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i received my salary at the end of the year, i tried to look for the jacket back but well..... takde rezeki la nak buat macam mana... melepas lagi.. we even went to KLCC branch to search for the jacket. sold out too. so we just went window shopping and all running around like we've just finished our last paper in SPM exam. i walked into CK boutique.. you know what, i tried the rm7999 leather jacket just to get scolded by mama. like... "ishh... jangan kau buat lagi dah perangai macam tu... jadi apa-apa kat jaket tu kau ada duet nak bayar???" ehh... pastu baru aku terfikir.. ye ah kan.. buatnye the salesgirl told me that they just found a defect after i tried the jacket? amek ubat nak jawab apa?? engkau ada nak kasi aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so only a month later i was able to get a new jacket from padini. yes only padini. not a leather biker jacket. but i still keep the UNIQLO leather jacket in my mind to be watched out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i wanna share... the CK jacket i tried kind of looked like what i watch later in the movie contraband worn by mark wahlberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movieleatherjacket.com/product_images/i/949/contraband-movie__22431_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.movieleatherjacket.com/product_images/i/949/contraband-movie__22431_zoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is not of the same model hahaah... just the feeling of wearing the leather jacket and being a hero you know.. year of the dragon huha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.reelz.com/assets/content/blogimages/mark-wahlberg-contraband-REELZ-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 200px;" src="http://cache.reelz.com/assets/content/blogimages/mark-wahlberg-contraband-REELZ-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the title of this entry tells how i feel about my country current political situation that's all. thank you for sharing. if you haven't listen to zack de la rocha's music maybe you better not talk about politics with me. we'd never get to the same dot.&lt;div 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berebot-rebot lumba-lumba nak pegi lubang kubor)'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-1264957249542258442</id><published>2012-01-17T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:11:44.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iron maiden - dua minit lagi nak tengah malam</title><content type='html'>previous sunday. had dinner with all bga technicians and engineers. still, there was absenteeism huhu. ummi and suja didn't make it. they were on their honeymoon in pulau langkawi wargkhaghkah just kidding. francisco was forgotten by allan and jeff. pity him. the total damage was around rm1677++. fish served well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding back home, i saw lay woon's car going to banting. i wonder how come she was heading to banting because her house is in subang as what i could remember she told me earlier. haaa..... scandalous innit.. wargkhahgkaghkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday just passed us. i'm tryin'na memorize an-naba' now. with all the meanings. now i'm having a little back muscle pain. around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father asked me to change my IC earlier today in the morning because the address on my IC is my late grandmother's house address. but i wasn't able to find energy to get up. maybe i'll do it later on tuesday. i hope i have a sufficient energy to keep hustling till the end. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i would look younger in my new IC i think because my hair is shorter now. but now i already have beard alhamdulillah. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emy is sleeping now while i'm typing this shit. now my stomach is kind of asking for pleasurisers &amp;lt;---warghkahgkaghkahgkah a new word found. thanks&lt;div 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malam'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-4253078200221927041</id><published>2012-01-11T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:59:00.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i'm in the process typing this entry. checked all machine conditions. run ok.&lt;br /&gt;sealing machine is running ok. we just changed the release film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laser marking machine is not alarming any error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBM machine is running smooth. alhamdulillah. so i'm just gon play pinball 3d here and bincang a bit. now i'm trying to get to learn some pinoy words,.. philippines, because my engineers are all from philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'mma clean something ere......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-4253078200221927041?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/4253078200221927041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=4253078200221927041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4253078200221927041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4253078200221927041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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is my birthday... be it 7th of july 2012 later.. still there is 2 and 1 and 2. if you get what i mean... haha. ni perasaan aku ah.. lu orang mane tau lu orang tak laher sama tarikh ngan britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lotsa other good things happened and is gonna happen this year i wish.&lt;br /&gt;nini is getting married maybe in the end of march insyaallah. huhu. and who knows maybe i also could find a wife by the end of this year.. say 12-12-12??? huhu... well that's just only a plan. and looks like i've gotta struggle a bit harder to work it out and make it happen. korang pon tolong doa skali ye? alhamdulillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, my house is a bit like kapal pecah with a jackhammer hammering our walls everyday as a preparation before my sister's wedding. the master bedroom upstairs is being divided to two smaller bedrooms for nini and diknu. so i'm gonna takeover diknu's current room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our parents are gon get nini's current room which is downstairs. so later, the master bedroom will be downstairs. no change for iki's room. bilek dah macam hape penoh ngan gitar sampai sebelas bijik gitar. but of course he did plan to sell off some of his guitar. 2 or 3 i heard if i'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;so you mat rockers out there if interested of buying gibson les paul for rm4000 or squier strat sham kamikaze signature edition for i-don't-know-how-much-maybe-rm3000 could later msg me and i'm gon ask him bout it back afterward. and now i'm gon have my own room after beberapa tahon hidop berpindah randah tidor pindah-pindah bilek time dorang takde kat rumah aku masok bilek dorang. silap sape? silap aku aaa... sape suroh dulu tanak belajar rajen-rajen bina hidop sendiri awal-awal so tak payah menyusahkan mak bapak sangat sampai tua-tua macam ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyy you! who says that 30 is that tua?? baru 30 kot. kalau korang percaya dengan mamat nostradamus tu mungken la korang cakap aku dah tua sebab 30 tahon is gon be aku punya lifespan hidop di dunia ni. ye ah. aaaada ka dia kata dunia nak kiamat 2012 ni. siapa dia nak cakap macam tu? i also could have spread shit like 'ok people. the end is near.. 2102 is gon be the end of the world!!!! say your prayer, people'............. say your prayer little one don't forget my son pehh teros nyanyi lagu metallica tak agak-agak.. kalau dunia kiamat tahon 2102... pada 02-12-2102 macam mana? tarikh lahir aku tu haaaaaaaaaa... aaaayo tak tauuu..aaaayo&lt;br /&gt;time tu umor aku pon 121 tahun. panjang jugak umor aku eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye emy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-4706297992362392068?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/4706297992362392068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-1493415329259715581</id><published>2011-10-17T06:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:46:06.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kid rock - hanya tuhan sahaja yang tahu kenapa</title><content type='html'>up until now, it's already 8 days since i quit smoking. alhamdulillah i can handle it. i chose the date 9/10/11 because i think it's a nice date so one day i could tell my children that i'd quit smoking on a nice date day. they'd better not to try smoking because if they are going to smoke, i can ask them "OK. you wanna smoke? then when are you gonna quit? can you find a better sounded date than the one i chose to quit?"..... because a nice date available after this i think is only 12/12/12 if you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there won't be 12/13/14. month is only until december. unless you want to write it american style where you write the month you're in first, day in the middle and then the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you notice, this is exactly a year later update after my previous entry huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-1493415329259715581?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/1493415329259715581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=1493415329259715581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/1493415329259715581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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best. aku memang rasa tanak tidor langsong but then, what can i do? i couldn't help it. on that day, 10 10 2010, i worked at 7 in the morning until 6. then i got home preparing things to bring along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2230, i called my friends asking for their situation. they're all good. off we go. stopped by at the temerloh RnR for a meal. continued our journey afterward and we reached kuala ibai at around 0530. stopped at the floating masjid, the tengku zaharah masjid for subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a plate of nasi dagang, we went to the chendering jetty where all the fishermen park their boats. i was surprised to see the size of the boat. huhu. with this kind of boat, i thought i'd be able to handle myself from getting seasick given the condition of the sea is not too wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx06kdNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/81khDgt-zdA/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx06kdNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/81khDgt-zdA/s200/IMG_2806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528927015184184818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx1WZmGAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y-YvAAYswUs/s1600/IMG_2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx1WZmGAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y-YvAAYswUs/s200/IMG_2811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528927022654822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ini bukan abbbah engkau, ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx1gIkWyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RlwR-KS-M0c/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx1gIkWyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RlwR-KS-M0c/s200/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528927025267759906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx2RqI7HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n1VH66jcsJI/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx2RqI7HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n1VH66jcsJI/s200/IMG_2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528927038561905778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bye bye malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey from the jetty to the fishing spot took 3 hours more or less. it was really sunny when we dropped the anchor and started fishing. the first fish reeled in was a baby grouper. when the water current was starting to change, the tekong started his boat engine again to find another better spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx13D2JXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sk-hovtUd4A/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TLqx13D2JXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sk-hovtUd4A/s200/IMG_2832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528927031421969778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, the current was so fast we couldn't reel real big catches at all. only moderate size of fish are all we had. the sun set. current's got faster. friends started to go missing huhu.. mabok free sudah.. tak payah minom arak.. i stayed awake until around 0400, i was really bored as there was no more fish eating my bait plus the fast moving sea current. so i went into the cabin.&lt;br /&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/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TN1V5SJU7dI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qC7zSQgKFXM/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/TN1V5SJU7dI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qC7zSQgKFXM/s200/IMG_2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538677559347441106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bila semua sudah mabok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;tolong jangan stim tengok puting comel itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about 0900 when my father woke me up because they're starting to take back fish cages they dropped earlier last evening. down here is the video while they were dropping the cages. yes, it was kinda like the one you could see from the discovery channel 551 on astro. the deadliest catch series. but this one is the malaysia version of the bering sea activities. great, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc06GRBe1s0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param 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type='text'>27th</title><content type='html'>ok i don't know how i start this again. it's called sharing thoughts they say. last year, on this same date, i'd given myself a thought of what will 2009 bring me to? or should i say, what i've got to bring along with me through 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i thought ok i'm 27. still lack of knowledges. i'mna do better things compare to what i did when was 26. i tried to lead a good life. but it didn't turn out to be so. it was a moderate one actually. ok, if you think moderate is good. be it. you set your standard. i don't set your standard. we don't set other people standard. it's what they want in their life. chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd been given a choice. live on or live moderately. i chose yes, you know which one.&lt;br /&gt;living moderately was thought a simple task at first. ok up. stare, smile or grin. then go back home feeling good trying to arrange all those things up in your mind. the one that you've got while stare, smile or grin session. at first, i thought it'd be cool if i fit into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i knew, i'd never fit in. i have to accept it. we are not on the same path. eventhough they are younger or more attractive compares to my age, they don't even know me. but they tried to judge. poor them. this path of mine is a one slow moving long long long story. i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old is a good word to remind me of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main point is, i'm having my wisdom teeth. it had started to come out around november. uppers. i don't know about the lowers. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor thoughts shared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-5641545310369367256?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/5641545310369367256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=5641545310369367256&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5641545310369367256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5641545310369367256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2009/12/27th.html' title='27th'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-6388313652470202985</id><published>2009-08-06T03:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:33:14.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sil khannaz - hamba malam</title><content type='html'>wednesday morning i woke up early in the morning for a very long day. actually it was not that early as the time was already called 'suboh gajah'. jeah, i did rise at least because i have this dynamics and vibrations class to attend at 0830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was somewhere else i couldn't make it on time to my class though i managed to buzz my ass off of my home quite early. nehmind. here is what i have got when i was heading back home from the morning class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SnnakhVX34I/AAAAAAAAADE/lhWYl_PvGJo/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SnnakhVX34I/AAAAAAAAADE/lhWYl_PvGJo/s200/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366560751946817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i have to get some sleep now since it's been a very long wednesday for me. seriously dudeeeeeee huhu.&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-6388313652470202985?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/6388313652470202985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-2483365850980093696</id><published>2009-08-05T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:09:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH - penghancur semangat/roh</title><content type='html'>perasaan hairan dan ingin tahu pasti menghantui seseorang ibu apabila melihat bayinya yang berusia enam bulan maseh tidak boleh merangkak dan juga meniarap hanya kerana terlalu kerap demam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malah anak itu juga tidak seaktif bayi laen yang seusianya, sebaleknya hanya terbareng dengan keadaan muka pucat dan tuboh tidak bermaya. setelah menjalani pemereksaan rapi, doktor mengesahkan bayi tersebot menghidap thalassaemia major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang lebeh menyedehkan, selepas ayah dan ibu menjalani pemereksaan darah, doktor mengesahkan mereka sebagai pembawa penyaket berkenaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupon thalassaemia bukan penyaket berjangket kerana ia tidak membabetkan sebarang kuman atau virus, tetapi ia adalah penyaket keturunan yang membabetkan pengeluaran sel darah merah dalam tuboh manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menurot presiden persatuan thalassaemia malaysia,(tak payah cakap ah nama dia korang bukan kenal pon. aku pon tak kenal),kekurangan itu boleh mengakibatkan kanak-kanak yang biasanya menjadi pesaket mengalami pertumbuhan tidak normal serta kesan terhadap fungsi jantong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di malaysia saja, terdapat kira-kira 2000 pesaket menghidap thalassaemia yang merupakan penyaket genetik melibatkan sel-sel darah merah. bahkan thalassaemia adalah penyaket keturunan yang paling kerap ditemui di negara ini dengan tiga hingga lima peratos orang menjadi pembawa penyaket tersebot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambah doktor tadi lagi, kanak-kanak menghidap thalassaemia kebiasaan menunjokkan gejala seperti wajah pucat serta perot kelihatan buncet. (confirm weh..tengok perot aku ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puncanya adalah kekurangan satu zat pembentok hemoglobin sehingga menyebabkan pengeluaran hemoglobin berkurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untok teros hidop, pesaket perlu menjalani pemindahan darah memandangkan sel darah merah mereka mudah pecah menyebabkan pesaket mengalami kekurangan darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untok mengelak daripada penyaket ini hader tanpa dijempot, seharusnya generasi muda mengetahui status dirinya yang sebenar sebelom berkahwen. (status aku single lagi weh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebeh membimbangkan, penyaket ini menyebabkan penghidapnya menderita sepanjang hayat. kenapa perlu anak-anak ini hader ke dunia jika mereka terpaksa menderita sepanjang hayat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa akan jadi kepada generasi negara ini pada masa akan datang jika kita teros melaherkan mereka? (macam aku la kot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebeh menderita lagi, setiap pesaket perlu menerima rawatan yang perlu dilakukan sekurang-kurangnya tiga hingga empat minggu sekali bagi mengekalkan tahap hemoglobin paling normal. namun apa yang lebeh menakotkan lagi jangka hayat mereka juga tidak panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justeru, bagi mengenal pasti sama ada individu itu adalah pembawa thalassaemia atau sebaleknya, perkara yang harus dilakukan ialah menjalani ujian darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langkah itu dianggap terbaek buat masa ini bagi mencegah penyaket thalassaemia daripada teros diwarisi dari satu generasi ke generasi yang baru. ini berikutan, beneh thalassaemia boleh dibawa oleh sesiapa sahaja, tak kira jantina atau keturunannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penyaket thalassaemia boleh dicegah dengan cara mengelak daripada berkahwen dengan pasangan pembawa penyaket berkenaan. kaedah berkenaan digunakan untok mengurangkan risiko penyaket itu di sesetengah negara yang mempunyai kadar pembawa penyaket thalassaemia lebeh tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ujian darah seumpama itu biasanya dilakukan sebelom pasangan berkahwen. apabila pasangan terbabet mengetahui status penyaket itu, mereka boleh diberi penjelasan mengenai risiko penyaket yang mungken dihidapi oleh anak serta keturunan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langkah itu juga didapati berkesan dan boleh mengurangkan kadar penyaket terbabet hingga lebeh 90 peratos kewujudan pesaket baru. masyarakat tidak haru malu jika dikenal pasti pembawa thalassaemia (macam aku malu je huhu). sebaleknya langkah mereka membuat ujian darah adalah untok kebaekan semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to zuhayati yazid &lt;--wartawan la niii.. yang ada jugak silap eja walaupon tules surat khabar utusan malaysia yang aku tak pernah beli tapi aku baca sebab ada benda ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naseb baek aku baca the star je... tu pon kalau rajen doh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-4845901168279066540</id><published>2009-07-11T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:27:35.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slayer - kehujanan darah</title><content type='html'>last saturday, july 4th, i once again had have registered as a student in the Universiti Tolong Melayu, in a programme called pertukangan. alhamdulillah it offers the cheapest tuition fee around ere. oh yeah i'm not a wealthy MLM businessman. that's why the fee has become the main reason for my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until yesterday morning, july 10th that i'm officially a pertukangan student of the university. it is because i had to settle with my medical checkup matter first before i can register to my faculty. and my medical checkup was fixed to be done on july 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. now i can understand why government servants are called government servants. baba jangan terasa huhu. because the medical checkup thing has taken me the whole day to complete. or else i could have register to my faculty on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during registration, i had spotted some chickah jeahhhhh chickah huhu. looks like i have to reserve one for my future warghkaghkahgahgakhgakhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i was done with all, i went for my tennis, as usual ok? oh damn. we were beaten 6-4, 6-4. we played doubles with delas as my partner challenging huzir and thadius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes this is a boring entry. warghkaghkaghkaghkaghkahgkaghkaghkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : on july 9th, something bloody had happened but it is too personal to be revealed.&lt;div 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fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-82514250710694992</id><published>2009-06-11T04:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:13:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorhead - maen permaenan itu</title><content type='html'>now while i'm typing this shit, i'm recovering from a fever. actually, i planned to key-in this entry earlier but someone who happened to be my classmate appeared online so i guess it's OK to hold it off for a while. well, i'm yo focken procrastinatah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok skarang dia tengah on the phone tu yang aku taep apa yang aku nak taep ni.&lt;br /&gt;cuaca skarang ni tau la panaskan? orang yang ada air-cond tu gila tak agak-agak pasang air-cond kuat-kuat nak kasi panas dunia ni lagi untok anak dia nanti ke apa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i don't have anything to do with air-cond users but think! and please use your air-cond only when it is needed. otherwise, just use a fan. not that football fans la, makhlok! sorry lawak tepian. on the other hand, i also think i'm gon fix one air-cond in my own living room in case i'm able to own a house one day. hopefully. yes just one low-powered air-cond for my guests' comfortness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i finished playing tennis, i'd go to a photostat shop i used to work for a while not very long ago. we chat, we laugh, we court girls, we smoke, we print, we photostat.&lt;br /&gt;but then, there's this particular thing which no one in that shop can do. and i happen to be the only one who do it well. you wanna guess what it is? no not that. you got it wrong. the right answer is the minesweeper game. yes you fuck! it's the game you get once you install a windows OS. the simple stupid time-wasting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! but not for me. i see it as a good IQ developing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3614090035_e5551e459e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3614090035_e5551e459e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see here i only had 27 mines left to be swept. too bad i didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frustratedly i went back home which is in klang later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night, when i was on my way home, i'd thought of something nice. taking a photo of my speedometer reading while the motorcycle was still moving. so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3614086829_d509696c39.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3614086829_d509696c39.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got it a bit blurry because of my shaky left hand plus malaysia road condition plus my riding and traffic awareness warggkhaghkaghkaghkah alasan tak boleh belah. but you can notice the speed. the shown speed is not an exact speed actually. because i once asked a friend to compare our speed reading. when his meter read 45, my meter did 40. i smiled. now you do the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a conclusion, what's shown on my meter is below the exact speed i'm actually going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i'm the ghostridah.. wait you YAMAHA R1!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-7904020597990902238</id><published>2009-04-14T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:46:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rage against the machine - saya merumah</title><content type='html'>jeah because i think it's so cool even though i'm jobless now. so please understand, people. because i'm housing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh takde lah. sebenarnya aku nak saje nak test benda ni. ok. terimalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mandi aku lepak kat jamban dudok dalam bilek air tu isap rokok dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time isap rokok aku fiker macam-macam.&lt;br /&gt;kalau ada tahik keluar aku basoh dulu.&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku bukak pili shower&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku gosok gigi.&lt;br /&gt;sambel gosok gigi aku kasi shower aku siram badan aku kasi kembang sket supaya badan senang nak sabon nanti.&lt;br /&gt;lepas gosok gigi aku cuci muka. pon kasi air lalu atas badan kasi kulet basah kembang sket senang nak sabon nanti.&lt;br /&gt;lepas cuci muka aku basoh muka pakai shower tadi sambel gosok-gosok rambot kasi rambot kembang.&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku kasi syampu sama itu rambot. pakai head &amp; shoulers yang menthol tu.&lt;br /&gt;pastu aku tak teros cuci rambot aku kasi menthol sejuk kat syampu tu affect rambot dan kepala kasi kepala sejuk nanti bila aku cuci kena air.&lt;br /&gt;pastu aku sabon badan aku dengan sabon fruitale perasa oren. time ni pon aku tak cuci lagi rambot aku.&lt;br /&gt;lepas settle sabon aku buat push up dalam bilek air 20 kali kasi badan panas sket so nanti bila basoh rambot yang ada syampu tu memang betol-betol terasa sejuknya.&lt;br /&gt;lepas push up baru aku basoh sambel menikmati kesejukan kepala.&lt;br /&gt;lepas dah basoh sabon dan syampu tu baru aku start mandi wajeb. time ni dah tentu tak ada benda yang melindungi badan dari terkena air kan??&lt;br /&gt;tapi mandi wajeb ni kadang-kadang je la kalau i was rilly bored before that bath.&lt;br /&gt;lepas dah settle semua aku akan siram kelileng lantai bilek air kasi bilek air aku suci dari segala kotoran.&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku amek air semayang.&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu baru aku lap badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so averagely, aku akan berada di dalam bilek air selama 20 menet lebeh.&lt;br /&gt;time mandi wajeb tu aku akan berada di dalam bilek air selama 30 menet lebeh tambah spuloh menet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...that's what we all call routine, people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, this is what not... yes i happened to have a beard yeeha.&lt;br /&gt;weirdly it comes out a lil bit brunette.. warghkagkhaghkaghkah&lt;br /&gt;it's magic actually i say i don't know alhamdulillah.. i found my self cool gila peghasan tak boleh belah. macam ni la orang tak ada makwe.. sendiri puji kalau ada makwe makwe pulak puji. tapi aku kalau ada makwe macam la aku tak bersyukor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3438603285_87ba070df3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3438603285_87ba070df3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still aku pegi potong jugak my precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3439370194_8b7b345106.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3439370194_8b7b345106.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi appadahal nanti dia tumboh ah balek kalau aku tak mati lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-7904020597990902238?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/7904020597990902238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=7904020597990902238&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7904020597990902238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7904020597990902238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rage-against-machine-saya-merumah.html' title='rage against the machine - saya merumah'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-3964219116465016304</id><published>2009-01-30T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:44:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tek dia kecik jaaa.. tag la bodoh bukan tek..</title><content type='html'>1. Anda rasa anda hot?&lt;br /&gt;bila tengah berator elok kat traffic light nak masok simpang kanan pastu ada kereta kurang ajar pegi depan teros pastu kasi signal pastu berusaha potong queue. memang aku hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Upload gambar kegemaran anda.&lt;br /&gt;karang jadi website porno ah pulak karang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenapa anda suka gambar ini?&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku manusia biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bila kali terakhir makan pizza?&lt;br /&gt;empat bulan adduh.. tetiba teringat ngan super supreme letak tabasco banyak-banyak ngan serbok cili... terlior dah ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar?&lt;br /&gt;barbara streisand - evergreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apa yang sedang anda buat selain daripada selesaikan tag ini?&lt;br /&gt;mana ada buat benda laen aku sedang menumpukan perhatian ni. takot kena tolak markah karang salah jawab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Selain nama anda sendiri, apakah lagi nama yang anda suka orang panggil anda?&lt;br /&gt;weh. orang pon slalu panggel aku weh. slalu kalau nak tanya apa-apa ataupon nak mintak tolong la macam "weh. engkau dah mandi wajeb belom?" atau "weh. tolong kerja rajen-rajen. nanti kau boleh kawen dengan adek aku weh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tag lagi 6 orang.&lt;br /&gt;aku nak tek perempuan je. ye ah aku bukan gay nak tek laki.&lt;br /&gt;chunli&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;siti&lt;br /&gt;tintin&lt;br /&gt;kay&lt;br /&gt;flocy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Soalan seterusnya ada kaitan dengan orang-orang yang anda tag.)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sapa No 1 anda?&lt;br /&gt;fafa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Orang nombor 3 ada hubungan dengan sesiapa?&lt;br /&gt;ada hubungan anak beranak dengan ibu bapa dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kata sesuatu berkenaan dengan orang nombor 5.&lt;br /&gt;orang nombor lima ni kalau pakai bikini aku terlior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bagaimana pulak dengan orang nombor 4?&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kenal tapi aku kadang-kadang masok blog dia bila aku pon dah tak ada arah tujuan hidop lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Siapakah orang nombor 2?&lt;br /&gt;nana yang US gila ntah bila nak jadi MALAYSIA ntah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Bagi pesanan pada orang nombor 6?&lt;br /&gt;haaa karang lagi lima tahon dah puas dudok kat negara orang balek malaysia. time tu aku nak mempergunakan engkau untok mintak kerja impian aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-3964219116465016304?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/3964219116465016304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=3964219116465016304&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3964219116465016304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3964219116465016304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tek-dia-kecik-jaaa-tag-la-bodoh-bukan.html' title='tek dia kecik jaaa.. tag la bodoh bukan tek..'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-198432821102868993</id><published>2009-01-25T06:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:11:29.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lionel Richie - sepanjang malam</title><content type='html'>ok since i'm now unoccupied because i don't have an occupation now. warghkaghkaghkaghkaghkah tak boleh belah langsong bahasa english. this is no english language yo. i speak whok i feel nahmeannnnnn???? you better behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first ever entry typed during suboh period. period ni bukan maksod noktah la tapi period. ala engkau ni. dah macam apa la taep blog tak faham period apa benda.&lt;br /&gt;but jeah i know what period means anyway.... ok without searching from dictionary.com here i give you what i understand from the word period. period for me means 'from a certain time to a certain time' that's what we call period or should i say that's what i call period.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, period simply means menstruation. &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, period also means era. british colonization era. british colonization period what the fuck. ehh apa hal tetiba ada perkataan what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;thank you ok byez. ok here i tell you why i said what the fuck. because my third explanation on period is just the same to the first one huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SXuc8xNrVqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6YyJhikCc8/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SXuc8xNrVqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6YyJhikCc8/s200/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294998354720937634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was an energetic little child quite long ago, my friends and i used to play many simple games without terribly hurting our parents' pocket. we play galah panjang, tenteng kejar-kejar, police sentry and so on. these games don't need no rm1000 cash in order to be played like say, ps2??? but still, i'm not telling you that we don't cry our parents to buy us a set of 8bit console games(micro genius kindof). what evah. the point here is we enjoyed playing those games i told earlier. ok now, tenteng kejar-kejar is the reason why i'm not telling you that i didn't affect my parents' savings at all. playing the game made my school pants torn around the knee partathapants. so i still hurt my parents to get back home with a torn school pants with a cute face. but eventhough i'm cute, my mom was still going to rotan. how i wished i'm cuter. huhuhu so they were still going to get me a new pants. so that's the way their money goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were like seasons in these kind of games we played. when the cloud said "ok children, now is the season for baling selipar", for me it was like "alaaa.. asal dorang nak maen baling slipper plak?". my respond would be so because i used to wear BATA slippers. these slippers don't skid well on road(ok we played most of our games on tar roads). not like tat sing slippers they did just fine. dayuuummmn.. but my parents buy us(saya dan adek-adek) these BATA slippers because we don't like 'em. huhu ok no because they said the slippers look nice on us plus when you're walking on a wet floor, the slippers don't splash the mud. betol weh! kalau engkau tak percaya engkau beli selipar BATA engkau jalan kat jalan ada lecak sket pakai baju melayu pastu tengok dia mesti tak petik air sampai kaki baju melayu engkau ada kotor-kotor tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu actually, that's the main reason we were forced to use these slippers. because my mum is a super hygienic bio magic mum. so it didn't take me a long time before i bought a pair of these BATA slippers because they kind of made me rekindle all the old memories i had during my anak kecilan hood huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-198432821102868993?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/198432821102868993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=198432821102868993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/198432821102868993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/198432821102868993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2009/01/lionel-richie-sepanjang-malam.html' title='Lionel Richie - sepanjang malam'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SXuc8xNrVqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6YyJhikCc8/s72-c/IMG_0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-4758045215652736371</id><published>2009-01-02T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:43:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gary moore - maseh mempunyai biru-biru</title><content type='html'>one month ago, on this date, i was a year older than i was. &lt;br /&gt;jeah i've received a teddy bear from her. huahua&lt;br /&gt;gila comel dia itu ok? &lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the most thoughtful gift i ever received, a book titles &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;koleksi doa, zikir &amp; ma'thurat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of 2009, i think 2009 won't be as cool as 2008 because.. emm...&lt;br /&gt;the number 8 is not in it. now you know i prefer 8 to 9.&lt;br /&gt;biddin' yall a happy new year, fockaz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-4758045215652736371?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/4758045215652736371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=4758045215652736371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4758045215652736371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4758045215652736371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2009/01/gary-moore-maseh-mempunyai-biru-biru.html' title='gary moore - maseh mempunyai biru-biru'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-6990198644732194670</id><published>2008-11-30T21:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:08:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edwin mccain - saya akan jadi</title><content type='html'>ok aku ada terlupa benda yang aku sepatotnya letak dalam blog ni sebab time tu aku teruja jugak ah weh. aku memang nak tarok dalam blog ni pon tapi sebab time tu malas aku delay ah kejap. kejap konon.. sebenarnya bukan benda yang best pon pada orang laen tapi best pada aku sebab aku puas hati. puas hati bila kita jumpa benda yang kita dok fikir untok tiga empat hari, or maybe more aku pon tak ingat. huhu sebenarnya jeah aku dapat jugak carik lagu asal yang fitri nyanyi dalam akademi fantasia tu. yang bertajok bayangan tarimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaa memang ah bayangan tarimu tu asalnya dinyanyikan oleh jay jay carefree. tapi bukan yang ni aku nak carik. aku nak carik english version punya. ya tajok dia &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shadow dancing&lt;/span&gt; dinyanyikan oleh andy gibb.... warghkaghkaghkagahkaghkaghkah. alaaa yang adek beradek bee gees tuuu. puas hati bila dapat tau jawapan yang kita carik. puaaasssSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu sebelom wan aku mati tu, haa kan aku ada cakap dia mati 7 november. hehe seven eleven. pastu aku lupa nak cakap 7 november tu pulak birthday pakcik aku yang bongsu. padahal sebelom ni dah agak lama jugak ah pakcik aku ada cakap kat mak aku "weh kecah, hang tau dak.. satu hari nanti mak mesti mati time birthday aku punyaaa.. hang tak caya hang tunggu tengok". tu ah mak aku tak teringat pon padahal pasal conversation dia ngan pakcik aku tu. tu yang time wan aku meninggal dunia tu mak aku balek rumah sebab semalaman dia kat hospital. tapi ye la kan. ajal bila bila bleh datang bukan sebab pakcik aku cakap. tapi dah ditetapkan oleh Dia tak akan lambat atau cepat sesaat pon. tapi bila mak aku fikir balek pasal tu mesti dia macam tak jadi nak balek rumah.&lt;br /&gt;so yang ada kat hospital time tu hanya anak-anak lelaki wan aku. pakcik pakcik ah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star world pon dah ada logo baru kat hujong atas kanan tv engkau tu. namun, cewah namun tuuuu... namun, aku alamak aku lupa lagi apa aku nak taep tadi. ya la, aku skarang ada satu lagu jiwang yang aku baru layan. letto - permintaan hati. huhu tapi maseh jugak layan all-time favourite mariah carey - always be my baby. jiwang siakkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh tali raket dah putus ni tak pegi-pegi lagi hantar kedai pecittteee. tiga-tiga yang kat rumah ni semua yang tali putus. malas siot. mau habes sratos stengah jugak tu kalau satu raket dah lima puloh harga tali dia. jadi aku skarang menumpang raket lebeh orang saja. nanti ah aku pegi esok ke lusa ke tulat ke taik anjing ke bila aku rajen. hehe aku tersenyum sorang bila aku taep "BILA AKU RAJEN" tu.. heheeheh sebab memang susah ah nak pastikan bila. macam aku punya blog updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-6990198644732194670?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/6990198644732194670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=6990198644732194670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/6990198644732194670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/6990198644732194670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/11/edwin-mccain-saya-akan-jadi.html' title='edwin mccain - saya akan jadi'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-4030146006599458012</id><published>2008-11-16T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:11:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pause vs pulse</title><content type='html'>jeah once again this blog has been deserted for a long time by his/her owner. ok i don't know my blog sexuality gender actually. but i sure know how this blog is so infuriated with his/her very owner aka ME. this blog gave me a call yo. 'twas just now in the afternoon i was sittin' in front of the tv watching porno broadcast by our service provider. say RTM? ok nehmind i was watching the tv when i received the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog : "weh ko pehal tak update update aku lama nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : "weh kau agak agak ah telefon aku tak kenalkan diri sape helo takde tanya khabar takde (padahal kalau aku telefon pon aku takde cakap 'apa khabar?' otak dia nak cakap 'apa khabar?' dengan serious) tetiba nak tanya pasal update update nih. suka hati aku ah nak update ke tak hati aku berbunga bunga ke tak skarang ni suka hati aku ah. kau sape siak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog : "ni aku la weh blog engkau fififudin dot blogspot dot com tu. lama dah kau tinggalkan aku terbiar ni weh. kalau laki ceraikan bini dia kawen pon dah boleh dapat anak tau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam hati aku fikir "hek eleh sebulan anak menda kawen sebulan dapat anak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi time tu aku tak fikir yang kita manusia je kawen lepas sepuloh bulan dapat anak. blog aku mungken jenis yang empat hari kawen dah boleh beranak. atau dua bulan atau enam belas tahun atau dua minggu lima hari. biar ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a long conversation with my blog, he/she finally accepted my reasons. (still i don't know my blog's gender) but i take it as it is a SHE ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i actually thinkin bout gettin this blog updated on weekend last two weeks jeah during the first week of this month i mean. but then on friday, november 7th my mother told me on phone "balek la.. cuden cakap wan tunggu doktor confirm kan je. balek la mandi mandi tunggu kat meru teros". so i was like feeling some sorrow touched my heart the moment i heard the news. jeah i tried to be ready for this news earlier as my grandma was in unconscious state for 2 weeks. but still, i couldn't help it. jeah it was at 6.45pm, november 7th, where she had her last inhalation of oxygen from The Almighty's atmospheric world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSAsyenid-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bqBNsvpsspE/s1600-h/mamawanfifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSAsyenid-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bqBNsvpsspE/s200/mamawanfifi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269260809747462114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is the last photo we had together. wan, fifi, mama. how cuteeeeee.... it was during ramadhan before raya. ok i know i'm cute. hm yeah see how thin i am during the puasa month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm trying to gain my weight back. huhu. but still it's a hard job for me. gaining a weight is a tough one weh. aku kuat berak kot. makan pastu tak lama lepas tu dah rasa nak berak. cepat je proses. kalau tak caya kau tengok ni haaa. bukti aku kuat berak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSAyV1ac0VI/AAAAAAAAACo/oACR5xfLcQg/s1600-h/jamban+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSAyV1ac0VI/AAAAAAAAACo/oACR5xfLcQg/s200/jamban+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269266914720141650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but i tried another approach to gain some weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSA0hxWzouI/AAAAAAAAACw/9YtTSO_5vWQ/s1600-h/sedot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSA0hxWzouI/AAAAAAAAACw/9YtTSO_5vWQ/s200/sedot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269269318812803810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teknik menyedot isi dari emak aku yang terlebeh isi. tapi tak jadi so skarang aku kena cuba makan siket siket tapi kerap. tapi susah weh. kalau makan tu selera je. warghkaghkaghakghkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before my grandma was admitted to the ICU, she didn't eat anything at all for days and weeks. dengan alasan tak de selera nak makan langsong. "fi tau tak? nafsu makan tu tak rasa langsong. lapar lapar. tapi tak rasa." amongst her last words with me during my visit to SJMC. so i think i'm just gon enjoy gratefully this nikmat i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, i'm now kinda busy with my other half. huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-4030146006599458012?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/4030146006599458012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=4030146006599458012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4030146006599458012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4030146006599458012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/11/pause-vs-pulse.html' title='pause vs pulse'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SSAsyenid-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bqBNsvpsspE/s72-c/mamawanfifi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-2694218463816683944</id><published>2008-09-12T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:31:06.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anak - perangai burok</title><content type='html'>what a long pause. not that i don't ave anything to write actually. just lazy. simply lazy. of course you've all experienced this kind of feelings like you feel like to do sum'in but then you feel like oh 'sokay. later. don't want to do it this moment. and seems this is ramadhan, the feelings like this grow even more, man. there's a lot of better things to do compares to keying in yo blog. that's what i thought at least. but it's not what actually happened. after my thoughts of blogging left mah brain, i'd do nothing better actually. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah everytime i think like "eh ok gak ni kalau aku cerita pasal benda tu kat blog aku" or "haa ni pon ok la asalkan ada update" i'd try to memorize the situation i was in at that time. so i could remember what i was thinkin' bout. maybe like, what i was doing. a landmark prolly. or any cute biatch around prolly. ok. that's how i store something in this very brain o mine. not a very efficient way i know. but i have this bad habit called laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menyesal aku dengar lagu offspring - bad habit time aku kecik kecik dulu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok actually i had posted sum'in befo but i deleted it. eh macam tak betol je perkataan deleted. biar ah anyway i posted it intentionally that way actually where people come to my page and they only have two choices, listen to the song or close the page.&lt;br /&gt;i posted it that way because i want to share what i've felt. i'm really pissed off everytime i go to a page with that kind of features. hehe. a page where got music on it but you're unable to stop or pause it. ok the reason i'm pissed off big time because i listen to my musics on windows media player everytime im in front of this puter. so when a page like this loaded. i'd be like "ni apahal tetiba ni" &lt;-- dalam hati ah even though i know this must be one of the pages i clicked . hehe. i don't know if you're ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had to delete the last post yo because i don't want to feel fucked up even when i open my own page. huhu. still you can search for it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;titi kamal - jablai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-2694218463816683944?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/2694218463816683944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=2694218463816683944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/2694218463816683944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/2694218463816683944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/09/anak-perangai-burok.html' title='anak - perangai burok'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-1829876967615075316</id><published>2008-08-03T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:55:09.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing just took over me</title><content type='html'>looks like i don't have to buy no iPod now yo. jeah why? because i ain't gon work at the workshop no more. just got transferred to work in the office. and so the table in the office got a puter on it. and the puter got speakers with it huhu. but still i think i have to get my own earphones or headphone as people seem to fuck musics i listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash rules everything around me CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhm i don't feel like typing tonight, actually. just something to keep my blog updated to hold visitors from getting too pissed up like you know, when they come and find out that there's no new post ere. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;warghkaghkaghkaghkaghkah......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-1829876967615075316?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/1829876967615075316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=1829876967615075316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/1829876967615075316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/1829876967615075316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-thing-just-took-over-me.html' title='this thing just took over me'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-973703406373221009</id><published>2008-07-25T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:50:10.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okeylaaaah..... abang jem nak maen bola jareng dulu... bwyyyee!</title><content type='html'>at work, i listen to sinar fm. it is the only tolerable radio station i could listen for a long period of time. the reason for this is this station airs mostly old songs. so by old songs i mean no indon shits like peter pan's, ungu's, dewa's, hujan's, samsons', gigi's, gigiel's song and so on. so hujan's not indon? they just sound like one and it hurts my ears to listen that kind of music. fuck, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, it's not the music actually. it's just their style of singing. menyanyi untok mencari pepet. with that kind of voice. with somewhat low-toned and like they force themselves to sing like miserably exhausted. please nigga, just don't, ok? not that i don't listen to indon song at all. i enjoy listening to singkong dan keju, madu dan racun, jamrud's, ibu hetty's, dangduts, and others except those above kind of songs that wet most malaysian pussies. i have my own way to wet a pussy i dont have to sing so ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason i choose sinar fm is because they play our retro rock alot. walaupon tak la semua menarek but at least ada jugak lagu-lagu time aku start gila dengar lagu time aku skolah rendah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila aku dengar sekarang tak de ah best pon sebenarnya tapi i'm still listening for tha sake of my memories while i was growing up. jeah the feeling i mean. like the song titles sendiri by may. whenever it airs, i'd think about a time when i was in standard three. the year was 1990. i was punished by a teacher to sing the song in front of the whole standard three students. i forgot dy why all the standard three students were gathered in a place. yang aku ingat, ala kalau korang tau ah, kelas dulu kan ada yang kita buat dewan pepereksaan jadi dinding dia dibuat dari kayu dan boleh dilipat. jadi time kitorang kena kumpol tu kitorang lipat dinding tu semua dan aku disuroh nyanyi. memang ah aku tak tau apa pon time tu aku tak tau suara aku sengau macam mana suara aku sumbang macam mana suara aku tak sampai macam mana pon aku tak ingat.&lt;br /&gt;yang aku ingat hanyalah scene itu. but now when i try to sing that song, feel like oh shit it's really embarassing yo. now i know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thank god, eventhough the old radio can't search for my favourite 105.7 frequency because of its age and its no-ariel-but-we-have-it-modified-with-a-copper-wire situation, there's still sinar fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada satu iklan roti ni kat sinar. aku cite kasi pendek je ah. iklan ni pada orang laen mungken biasa je tapi pada aku kelakar pon ada macam pantek pon ada. ah senang cite macam cibai ah.&lt;br /&gt;eh macam mana satu macam yang aku maksodkan ni aku tak tau? heuehueheu.&lt;br /&gt;ada bai jual roti ni jumpa pelanggan biasa dia tapi pelanggan biasa dia tak beli roti kat dia jadi dia hairan ah. nama pelanggan tu amad. dia tanya ah amad lepas nampak ada orang kerumun beli roti kat tempat dekat-dekat situ gak. dialog dia macam ni ah lebeh kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai roti : amad. apa ada sana ramai juga orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amad: ada roti baru. sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai roti: mari sini saya kasi rasa sikit. waaaa ada betol la amad. ini roti ada sedap juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu aku tak dengar dah apa yang diorang cakap sebab aku dah tergelak sorang. yang macam cibai nya bai roti tu lepas dia cakap dengan amad suroh kasi dia rasa sikit, macam tak de noktah atau tanda koma, dia teros je sambong "waaa ada betol la amad". ye ah kan dia baru je mintak pastu macam tak sempat rasa dia dah cakap waaa sedap. gila perli doh. ye ah korang bayangkan la mak korang masak makanan pastu mak korang suroh rasa sedap ke tak pastu korang suap makanan tu sket pastu macam tak sempat sentoh lidah korang dah kata sangat sedap. mak korang mesti macam "pantek, gila ni perli ke apa ni?" iklan ni hari-hari keluar pagi petang keluar doh. tapi aku mesti tak dapat dengar sampai habes sebab member aku dah start kecoh tanya aku apasal aku sengih sorang pastu bila aku cerita kat dorang, setiap kali dorang akan diam hanya sampai bai roti tu perli amad je pastu tak tau apa cerita iklan ni dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i just have to listen to fm radio for about a week more. i'mma get ma ipod shuffle at the end of tha month yo. and i'd sail through my own world all day everyday at work............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-973703406373221009?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/973703406373221009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=973703406373221009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/973703406373221009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/973703406373221009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/07/okeylaaaah-abang-jem-nak-maen-bola.html' title='okeylaaaah..... abang jem nak maen bola jareng dulu... bwyyyee!'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-5144466100831597332</id><published>2008-07-21T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:29:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clan in the front, let your feet stomp</title><content type='html'>aku dah habes donlod full album collections of wu-tang clan termasok wu-chronicles I and II. jeah nigga, bukan itu sahaja. aku juga sudah habes donlod semua kerja-kerja chuck schuldiner. ye ah, aku bukan cakap pasal dia punya kumpulan DEATH je. aku cakap pasal hampir semua dia punya kerja yang unreleased ah. iaitu yang diterbitkan dan dikompilasikan dalam zero tolerance. bukan itu sahaja, aku jugak ada album kumpulan CONTROL DENIED. menarek bukan? dalam group tu chuck tak nyanyi. dia hanya maen gitar. tu album terakhir yang dia maen sebelom dia mati. jeah, wu-tang clan and DEATH are both on a different sides of the music world. they fight for their own music genre. ok la, the word is actually 'fought' for the late chuck schuldiner. he fought for his metal while wu-tang fight for their hiphaps. ala malas ah aku nak cita panjang pasal dua kumpulan ni. aku busy. korang carik sendiri ah. yang penting kita enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK PON ROCK LAH. JANJI BOYAN!!! OK THIS IS AN INSIDE JOKE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hop untok wu-tang clan. death metal untok DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi aku boleh enjoy mengembara dunia autocad sambel mendengar muzik gila best dari dorang ni. time takde tennis kat astro ni ah aku boleh belajar lukes-lukes pakai autocad ni. kalau tak jangan haghap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi malam-malam pukol 11 aku layan gak drama intan kat astro prima tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-5144466100831597332?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/5144466100831597332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=5144466100831597332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5144466100831597332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5144466100831597332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/07/clan-in-front-let-your-feet-stomp.html' title='clan in the front, let your feet stomp'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-6032885915346153514</id><published>2008-07-15T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:19:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no post for today.</title><content type='html'>no i ain't downloadin' no movies no more. i think it's enough for now. there's only documentaries torrent downloads waiting to be completed. on documentaries, i like fish. and mechanical and construction ones fo sho'. and a sharks documentary is a no no for me please. you know, they actually don't have much to show about sharks. most of the video captured are showing how them sharks voraciously devour cut meats and fish. or someone sitting in a cage feeding them sharks sliced tunas right? what a bore yo. the only thing that makes sharks documentary shows still going on i think is because of the number of the species. ok today you'd see whale shark, next great white, next hammerhead, next shovelhead and so on.  boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fishing a shark sure is not a boring thing. when i was in bintulu, i used to follow my father going out fishing. we'd go out after maghrib or isya' depends on when we were getting back home. it didn't take long for us to get to our boats and to set things up. so we'd just go fishing whenever we felt like to, when the weather's fine and if we have no serious jobs to do the next day so we could spend the day sleeping. ye ah tu kan? sah sah time tu aku tengah form 5. tapi bapak aku tak kesah as long as there's no ujian or exam the next day. pastu bila kat sekolah aku ah orang yang paling selalu tidor. kira kalau kelas tak bising sangat tu mungkin sebab aku tidor ah sebab malamnya aku pegi panceng ikan. oh yeah one more thing we had to consider whether we were going fishing or not is of my father's friend, a port police, names shakawi. we were only going if it was his off day (and off night). the boat could fit 4 person, yeah comfortably, 4. but most of the time we went to the sea only by 3 of us. at some times, i was the one who was left out because my father's other friends yang suka nak menyebok gak. lepas tu aku tidor dalam keadaan kecewa kat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing we did in the early evening was going to market to buy some spare baits. we also filled the tank for our enjin sangkot. then we'd get back home to get ready with rods, reels, tackles, and other equipments and load em up in the car. after maghrib - yeah mostly we went out after maghrib - we'd go to shakawi's house to fetch him and straight off to the place we parked the boat. loaded things onto the boat. checked things are well or not. then offfffffff to the vast sea. pehh time ni ah yang aku rasa macam best je. ye ah rasa macam lanun je. walaupon bukan kapal. tapi you know..... the feelings. tak boleh nak describe ah. kalau aku suroh korang pegi naek boat atau kapal pon aku tak rasa yang korang mampu rasakan aku punya perasaan itu. warghkaghkagahkgahkghkah. ya aku memang passionate sket pasal laot ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's also why i think nadal caught my attention. the bandana, the sleeveless, the 3rd quarter pants. yeah he's got the style. the pirate style. and we're lefties. nuff said wgahrkaghkaghkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dalam perjalanan pegi spot kami panceng ikan tu, bapak aku akan mula kasi siap panceng kitorang well assembled dan aku akan teros dengan imaginasi aku. tu kalau bukan bapak aku yang bawak boat la. kalau bapak aku bawak boat tu dah sampai fishing spot baru dia ikat tali mata kael semua. sampai sampai je tugas aku ialah menghidopkan lampu tapi lampu tu bukan untok suloh dalam boat tapi untok suloh dalam air. huhu. jangan pelek. mula mula kena ah candat sotong dulu. pastu sotong dah dapat baru buat umpan tapi kalau air keroh susah nak dapat sotong jadi sebab tu ah kitorang beli umpan spare kat pasar dulu awal awal. jadi begitulah kebanyakan hari hari yang aku lalui di bintulu. tapi bila kat sekolah aku tak ada member yang boleh share pasal benda ni sebab tak ada yang tau sangat atau pon memang tak minat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selalunya kitorang akan panceng malam. jadi bila malam dah tentu la bottom fishing. tapi ada gak ah kadang-kadang manceng malam pastu teros lajak sampai tengah hari sebab nak rasa feel tarek ikan tenggiri. cencaru makan petang. tetiba plak aku teringat kata-kata melayu nih. ok tenggiri kalu dia ada bila bila pon dia makan asalkan nampak benda kilat-kilat. bila nak mancing tenggiri kitorang kena tangkap kembong atau selar pakai apollo dulu, atau benda bulu bulu tu. ala aku nak cakap pon tak reti ah kau orang pegi carik kat kedai pancing ah kata nak apollo ikan selar. tapi memancing ni tengah laot tak boleh gembira sangat. kena jaga adab gak. tak baek kencing direct ke laot. kalau nak kencing kena kencing dalam botol dulu pastu tuang air dalam botol tu masok laot. kalau dapat ikan pari pon kitorang tak buang ekor dia yang bisa tu dalam laot balek. kitorang potong pastu bungkos dalam plastik berasingan pastu dah balek karang baru buang tempat laen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami memang pemanceng tegar suatu masa dahulu. kadang-kadang bila dah gian sangat cuaca pon tak dihiraukan. walaupon gelap tapi asal tak hujan kira on teros. pastu bila dah sampai tengah laot baru ah berlumba bertedoh bawah wharf kat port tu. tapi memanceng malam lebeh selamat ah kalau hujan lebat pon. sebab kita maseh boleh nampak api menyala-nyala dari plant lng atau abf atau petronas. ala kata bintulu. semua plant nak ada kat situ. so hujan lebat kitorang boleh tau lagi ah mana satu darat mana satu tengah laot. tapi masalahnya kalau panceng siang. pastu hujan ribot. peh aku tak de ah pengalaman ni tapi aku dapat bayangkan bila bapak aku cerita memang tak nampak apa kecuali kelabu je sekeliling. hanya doa pada yang Satu je dapat menyelamatkan kita time tu. ye ah kitorang bukanlah professional nak pakai gps gps ni. kitorang pemanceng stok pakai redah je. padahal aku menyampah gila doh kat nadia af6 ni. redah jeeeeeeeee.. pale hotak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikan yang top the list dalam senarai tangkapan yang paling best dan boleh dibanggakan ialah ikan jenahak. tarik ikan jenahak memang best ah. paling best ah aku rasa. tapi tarik ikan mayong, aruan tasek, pari, gerut-gerut, nyok-nyok pon best jugak. dulu rasa tarikan jenahak ah yang paling dirindui pastu kalau terasa je.. kecoh "haaa.. fi rasa jenahak ni ba... caya ah" pastu naek naek peh.. jenahak 6 kilo. penah sekali tu kitorang jual jenahak kat pasar tiga ekor jenahak cina tu amek rm12 je sekilo. ye ah nama pon bintulu. ikan kat bintulu memang agak murah ah berbanding tempat laen. eh tapi hari tu aku pegi tesco klang ni aku tengok jenahak sekilo rm34 lebih doh. gila tak ingat. padahal time dudok bintulu jenahak tu sampai muak-muak tak lalu nak telan dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah actually i forgot about the documentaries i watch thingy. i'll get back to it in some other posts. huhu. i hope you don't mind my being happy with my fishing experiences. for sure, there's more to write. but i think this will be enough for now. jeah laterrrrrrrrrrrrrrhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-6032885915346153514?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/6032885915346153514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=6032885915346153514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/6032885915346153514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/6032885915346153514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-post-for-today.html' title='no post for today.'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-1139207144358916115</id><published>2008-07-09T01:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:21:25.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>beghhuk nate beghhuk nih la wei</title><content type='html'>last night, i was thinking about typing some shit into this blog because i felt like i had had it left untouched for a very long time. no it's not that long actually but when i have a lot on my mind, i'd feel like "oh, i'm gon write som'in tonight because i haven't write anything in the past few days and if i don't write it tonight, my next entry will be a very long one b'cuz i'd probably write what i think of writing tonight or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or the day next or yeah you don't know when. and when the time comes i might also forget what i wished to write about tonight. yeah i must not waste this because it'll really be a waste if i forget what i had thought and done. so i really have to go on with this." i try to keep everything that happened before inside my brain orderly so i'll remember the important bit of it so i'll have a better future by learning from the past situations and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i'm kinda tired tonight - just got back from grandmother's house. went there to take my sister's repaired car, pastu dah tentu aku kena layan sindarela dulu. aku follow cite ni beb, sampai rumah dah pukol 11 - but i still feel the need to write som'in ere. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael nadal had just made my day by beating federer's ass off in the wimbledon final last weekend. nadal won by 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7.&lt;br /&gt;jeah he could have won the championship straight if it wasn't raining in the third set. the rain delay might have interrupted his forceful spirit to win. after the short break, federer was able to take charge in the 3rd and the 4th sets and to level nadal's early lead subsequently. but still he didn't get those sets easily. nadal dragged him to a tie-break game for both sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in tennis, a match is set when one of the player win 6 games. but if they've got a 5-5 tie games, 1 more game will be added so whoever win the next 2 games straight will get the set. that is 7-5 win. in another circumstance, one of the player might not win the 2 set straight so when the score is 6-6, the next game will be a tie-break game. in this tie-break, point will be given one by one - 1, 2, 3, 4 until 7 and whoever gets 7 points first win the set. for example 7-3, 7-4, or 7-5 tie-break. but 7-6 tie-break wont be considered as set because if the tie-break will be on until one of the player is able to make a 2-point difference. for example 8-6, 9-7 or be it a very long tie-break as long as 24-22 tie-break. only 2-point differences set a tie-break game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the best of five tennis like in this wimbledon and the other grand slam matches, a player with at least 3 sets will be the winner of a match. but if the match is dragged until the fifth set cuz both sides are playing a very good game until the score is 6-6, there'll be no tie-break game in the final set. whoever leads the set by 2-game difference will be the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what rafael nadal is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the winner&lt;/span&gt; of the championship.&lt;br /&gt;6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm proud to have such an idol for my skill advancement in tennis. ok it doesn't matter if you don't understand my whining about score in tennis i bitched about above. i ain't educating you ere i just want you to get the picture of how good &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are as lefties. dan-dan je &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'WE'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warghkaghkaghkaghakghakghah.&lt;br /&gt;well aku tengah berusaha ah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have this one kinda cibai habit at work, yeah so they say.&lt;br /&gt;most of the malay workers are actually 'jawa'. i also have a jawa blood runs through my veins but pathetically, i don't know how to speak in bahasa 'jawa'.  ok people, i is want to learning ere at least. but what they're kinda pissed off (not seriously) is i would address almost everyone there as 'jawa' to get their attention like "weh jawa, cepat ah pegi beli pisang" or "weh jawa, kau jangan nak ngular je kerja. banyak lagi kerja nak buat ni" or "ha.. abang pegi ah tanya jawa tu". ok ada abang sorang ni, nama dia hamid, umor dia 43, dia seorang mamak, tapi dia asal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batu pahat&lt;/span&gt;. dengan itu, dia pon termasok gak dalam list 'jawa-jawa'. asal ada kaetan dengan jawa ke jawa punya tempat ke sabak bernam ke klang ke semua jadi jawa. last-last semua jadi jawa. naseb baek aku jawa jugak. so aku boleh panggel orang jawa dengan sesuka hati. last-last aku pon kena panggel jawa gak ngan derang tu. but still, who cares, i'm also a 'jawa' kid however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something i found on the very tube of the net. enjwoooyyy!&lt;br /&gt;buat hiburan ringan sebelom tidor. tak payah susah-susah nak tiru michael jackson nari doh.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau kau menari macam tu depan perempuan malaysia, adakah kau cool di mata mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_qcQWSNepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_qcQWSNepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam gampang jugak kan bebudak nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok i have to stop now my eyes couldn't handle it no mo though my mind says not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-1139207144358916115?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/1139207144358916115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=1139207144358916115&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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boleh derma darah ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba : apasal pulak tak boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifi : ha.. dengar tu, ma. aku boleh derma darah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama : buat apa nak derma darah?!!! darah engko tu darah rokok je penoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't know how this question popped out of my head. maybe because i was bored waiting for my father to get off to bed. jeah i was waiting near him because he was using this pc. mama said he's been sitting here all day. but what? until this late? ok he didn't go to work because he had an appointment with his physiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd surf about our country shaky political matters and about every man deal, cars. he has this unrestrained enthusiasm for continental cars for so long i don't know when. as long as i could remeber, he's already hooked to it. jeah and that somehow influenced me on my opinion about cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-4610756717261799885</id><published>2008-07-01T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:21:27.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag shit</title><content type='html'>there was not much work to do today. most of the working hours was spent at this restaurant i go everyday for lunch and tea time. almost everyday, at 1 pm, i'd go there to eat alone when all of my colleagues prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;klate'&lt;/span&gt; food. i'm not into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;klate'&lt;/span&gt; restaurant they go because they serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal belacan&lt;/span&gt; like it's only made for pondan there. jeah i'm choosy with my food. eheh.... wait. no. i'm just choosy.... jeah with everything. for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chili api &lt;/span&gt;is a must whenever i take rice. at home, it's either preserved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cili api&lt;/span&gt; my mama made or i'd just take a fresh one from the fridge. ranguppppp! at mamak's, i think i'm the only customer ever went there to order a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti canai &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti telor &lt;/span&gt;together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cili api dengan kicap.&lt;/span&gt; when i'm eating pizza, i'd ask the waiter to bring me the tabasco sauce because i feel the normal chilli sauce is really light. i once went to pizza hut with my brother. we ordered one large and one regular super supreme and ykno what? we finished a bottle of the tabasco sauce. huhu. who's tha boss now you tell me! lepas tu kami terpaksa bernapas pakai mulot untok beberapa minit.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not that i don't take chilliless food but i just think it is more enjoyable if it's hot. at most, i just only able to eat one plate of rice if it doesn't come with hot side dishes.but here i tell you, this choosy tongue and appetite o mine some times can become really funny. for kfc, i only eat the O.R. and i hate hot and spicy. when it's O.R. i mean real original. no sauce involved dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita pasal makan pedas ni aku dah telior berapa kali depan monitor ni pon aku tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;oh, actually it's not about my lust for pedas food that i want to write. i wanted to write about what i did when i'm bored at work. oh yeah i'mma do this tag thingy because i've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://mamawafiy.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mamawafiy&lt;/a&gt; and  for yo info, this is the first time i respond to this tag shit. oh yeah, looks like i'mma answer this in bahasa malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 minit yang lalu, apa anda buat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; dah tentu aku tengah taip benda-benda kat atas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 hari yang lalu, apa anda buat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tengah dudok depan pc jugak tengah surf sambil dengar lagu-lagu yang ada dalam wmp aku ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 orang yang terakhir menelefon kamu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alamak. kalau engkau nak tau la. aku bukan seorang yang aktif berhenfon. orang terakhir talifon aku aku rasa Ng Ah Wah, supervisor aku. relax je kan nama dia macam tu? dia talifon tanya aku kat mana sebab aku tak ada kat workshop time tu. memang ah sebab dia carik aku time aku tengah ngular mana nak jumpa.  bak kata member aku hamdan dulu-dulu, menyenake - sebab dalam bahasa inggeris, ular = snake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 makanan yang baru dibeli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tak la baru sangat sebab aku beli pukol 1030 tadi. aku beli kuaci je sebab mama akhir akhir ni ketagih kuaci. semalam beli tiga bungkos pastu petang tadi aku beli lagi tiga bungkos. lepas tu ni baru tadi ni dia suroh aku beli lagi. aku dah tau ah nak beli berapa bungkos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 barang yang baru hilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hilang akal. huhu. ok lah akal tu bukan barang. apa eh benda yang aku baru hilang? ala aku bukan ada barang sangat pon so aku kena fikir betol-betol.  ke ada benda aku yang hilang tapi aku lupa sebab otak aku yang berkarat sket ni? ada benda hilang tapi kalau aku jawab pen dah tentu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliche' &lt;/span&gt;gila kan? sebab orang beli pen bukan untok simpan sampai mati pon. atau nak diperturonkan kepada anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cerita yang baru ditonton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;citer bertajok 'rounders'. malas aku nak cerita kau search ah kat imdb.com. aku tengok sebab aku suka lakonan edward norton furlong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 perkara yang baru digosipkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aku tak ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 kata yang ingin diluahkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; aku dah ngantok dah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 buku yang baru dibaca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;magazine je. magazine 'TIME' minggu lepas. tak de masa doh nak baca buku. kalau buku cerita la kan, buku terbaru yang aku baca tapi tak de betol-betol baru aku baca buku karya encik sidney sheldon - are you afraid of the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 penyakit yang sering datang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saket malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 keinginan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ingin makan sebelom tidor ni sebab aku rasa macam lapar sket ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ah selamat malam jack. gua gi tidor dulu aaa.. kalau lu orang nak tidor jangan lupa baca doa tidor okeh? tak gheti ke? ok ah kalau tak gheti meh sini pakcik ajar.&lt;br /&gt;first, tadah tangan, kemudian pandang tapak tangan yang lu tadah tu menunjokkan lu benar-benar meminta. ye ah lu nak mintak tapi lu nak tunjok kerek buat pe. rapat kan tangan kiri dan kanan tu. jangan dongak pandang atas tapi tangan tadah kat dada macam lu tu anjeng. lu tu manusia beb. laen ah kalau lu tadah tangan ke atas dari kepala lu. dah tengok tapak tangan lu tu dengan rasa penoh rendah diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baca ni,&lt;br /&gt;          bismillaahirrahmaanirahiim.&lt;br /&gt;          allahumma bismika ahya wa amuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maksod dia,&lt;br /&gt;           dengan nama Allah yang maha pemurah lagi maha penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;           ya Allah, dengan namaMu aku hidop dan aku mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-4610756717261799885?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/4610756717261799885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=4610756717261799885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4610756717261799885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/4610756717261799885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-shit_01.html' title='tag shit'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-7031268270224371863</id><published>2008-06-30T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:56:51.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>fifteen love</title><content type='html'>looks like wimbledon women has lost it's shine. fock man. yeah i'm talking about my third girlfriend, ana ivanovic, defeat in the third round. it was a defeat to zheng jie from china. i've only got to watch the final set of the game. but it's really frustrating to see her off. now it's only serena williams left for me to keep following those women's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm watching the third set of nadal - youhzny game showing live on star sports. nadal took the lead by winning both sets earlier. hopefully he's able to finish this match straight so he'll be in his best condition for the quarter final after this. so he'd be able to get more rest if ye get what i mean. actually he's the only reason for me to watch tennis for the time being. he's like an idol to me man. ok i tell you. yes he's a lefty and so am i. he plays high topspin alot and that's the way i was/am trying to play. yes that's a reason why he's not that good on a grass court. not like playing on a clay court where a topspinner have big advantages. if you think i'm lying, now you tell me how he won the roland garros champship for four years straight. yes the answer is TOPSPIN. and yeah, his aggression is also a feature i don't find in any other current tennis player. in this life, currently there are only two players that influenced me big time in tennis that is rafael nadal and pete sampras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. the game's just ended. ended as i wished. so i think it's also time for me to stop typing shit ere. fifi's gotta sleep cuz he's gotta work. actually there's more to write but i think i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about recent petrol raise in price. i don't give much fuck as i only ride the 'e times 5' bike. the raise's kinda good so the road will be less condensed. pastu ada satu time aku tengah berak tu aku terfiker ah. apa salahnya kan? mana ah tau petrol akan naek sampai satu hari nanti dengan hanya lapan atau sembilan kali kita isi minyak penoh tangki, kita dah boleh dapat satu laptop atau handphone atau psp atau wii dengan point yang kita dapat bila kita gesekkan kad point dekat stesyen minyak tu kan? ok i admit this is lame after i thought about it more. but what the hell. it's fun to think about it while you're in a toilet, shitting, dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-7031268270224371863?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/7031268270224371863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=7031268270224371863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7031268270224371863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7031268270224371863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/06/fifteen-love.html' title='fifteen love'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-5947923248222919129</id><published>2008-06-29T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:54:08.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting more metal!</title><content type='html'>ok this is a quite late update. not that i've been playin the game oblivion like i used to. just that i'm now feelin that i have to watch all the movies downloaded from the net because there's more running downloads waiting to be completed. if i don't watch em now you tell me, when will i watch all of em? i don't want to do like a movie marathon and then the next day i'll get confused and all will be mixed up. this character from that movie and that act from this movie and this scene from that movie, get me?. even a movie a day made me think quite hard to get things back in order inside ma mind. hmm this brain o mine kinda worn out dy, you see? oh yeah most of the movies i watched lately are those directed by martin scorsese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started digging his work like back in the year 2000. 'goodfellas' was his first movie i watched. we were only able to watch it on vcds at that time and the movie was bought by a housemate when i was still in jb. ok i'm not gon tell you bout 'goodfellas' and how i got stuck in jb. i'm gon tell you bout one of the movies i watched recently. the movie is '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;after hours&lt;/span&gt;'. i couldn't tell when the movie was set but it was produced in 1985 so i guess it was set so. i see the movie as an artistic movie but not like the boring one with most of the time music plays in the background. as the title say, scenes in this movie happened after the main character went out from his office until the next day morning. the movies stars griffin dunne which i never heard of. but he played his easy role well. he's the one who got out of his office heading home couldn't sleep and went to a coffee shop meeting this girl unintentionally who dragged him into a series of unexpected boring circumstances. ok the plot maybe boring but it's the way scorsee put things that made me enjoy this movie. so you better don't watch it if you're the one who hates dramas, loves actions, loves fast-paced ones, or loves comedies. oh wait that depends on how you take comedies. this movie somehow tickled me a bit inside. it also's got cameo by tommy chong and cheech marin. hmm you know, the two cool dude from the cheech and chong trilogy. they played burglars who breaks houses but the neighbourhood misunderstood the character played by griffin dunne for them. so this fella had to run all night from getting caught until he got back to his own neighbourhood. oh yeah until the morning came. so that's it. an all night long shit squeezed into a 1 hour and a half duration movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenes i like. the taxi scene at the beginning.  the scene with marcy.  the punks party scene. the scene with julie. oh yeah there's this one interesting scene where he got into a bar because it was raining outside. and inside there was a couple of gay kissing each other. oh yeah this is not like the one like we in malaysia would think of. this couple wears leather apparels with leather hats. like the bikers style of gay. with the thick moustache one, you know. they're kissing and rubbing each others' tits passionately and paul the main character talks to the bar owner like there's nothing happened beside him. huhu. scorsese really got a weird brain, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. nah! makan kau...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGor6Nkar2I/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc7kRSz5Exw/s1600-h/387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGor6Nkar2I/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc7kRSz5Exw/s200/387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218031397336952674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"hang ni la fifi oi, aku tengok dah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;macam bulu jebon taw dak?" kata mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGosPe9fjcI/AAAAAAAAACI/PHH1fQUguGg/s1600-h/392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGosPe9fjcI/AAAAAAAAACI/PHH1fQUguGg/s200/392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218031762782784962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"tu bulu-bulu hyamm tu bila&lt;br /&gt;nak buang?" kata mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGoskERt1xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ivER3A4xjho/s1600-h/399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGoskERt1xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ivER3A4xjho/s200/399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218032116397102866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"ha.. macam ni barula aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; nak mengaku anak" kata mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;akhirnya aku potong jugak rambot yang sebenarnya aku nak simpan panjang sepanjang joe wings ini setelah kena leteran yang hebat dari seorang ibu. kalau kat rumah, kami adek beradek memanggil hikmat leteran ibu kami sebagai 'beletiaq power' sebab bila dia pakai hikmat tu dia akan guna bahasa malaysia yang agak keutaraan. tapi sebenarnya ada la benda spesial jugak yang buat aku gunting rambot ni. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-5947923248222919129?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/5947923248222919129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=5947923248222919129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5947923248222919129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/5947923248222919129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-more-metal_29.html' title='getting more metal!'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuhiZFP-eRU/SGor6Nkar2I/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc7kRSz5Exw/s72-c/387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-7137308476694081171</id><published>2008-06-22T15:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:14:13.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>reynolds number</title><content type='html'>tennis is a game that depends on weather condition. so i'm in despair because i couldn't play tennis yesterday because it was raining yesterday afternoon in selangor. thought of playing this morning but my eyes really feel so heavy on sunday morning i just can't help it i have to forget what i planned. i guess every other working human feels the same on weekends. just that they don't wake up at 2 p.m. like me la, kot... so i hope the weather will be fine today. you know i really have to get sweat on weekend because it's the only chance to keep my health condition balanced. i now smoke gudang garam yeah. at least a 12-pack a day. i have to remove all the toxin i get from all the whiffs. not that i don't want to quit smoking but i just don't have enough perseverance yet. the longest pause i had was only a month and it happened only once in 2003. i really regret i got hooked back just because of a single puff. so before i found back the determination like that, i just think that i have to balance my smoking habit with a heavy sport that requires me moving a lot to get my cardio systems active. i played basketball once and still find it an enjoyable game but i'm just tired of the bumping and hitting with other players. ha ah la... i'm not a big guy, manggggg. and i'm not a married person who have a wife to exercise with every night. so i chose tennis as a replacement game. another reason i chose tennis is because it's a one-man-show game. it is so gratifying after winning a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already time and i'm going to pick my friends then off to the court praying the sky won't pour its capacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-7137308476694081171?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/7137308476694081171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=7137308476694081171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7137308476694081171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/7137308476694081171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/06/reynolds-number.html' title='reynolds number'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-3808289405046849486</id><published>2008-06-20T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:35:21.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><title type='text'>walau..</title><content type='html'>signal. signal is actually meant to be used to inform people that you're gon to turn into a junction or you're gon to switch between lane, not WHILE cornering or switching your lane. at least that's what i was told during the road license course about 11 years ago. but lotsa driver now do the opposite. so as a motorcycle road user, i found this shit really worrying and troublesome. it makes me feel cuak cuak ayam whenever i'm off to work every morning. this situation happens mostly when the traffic is moving slowly on a main road. malaysian drivers are really suck, dude. in the morning, they are rushing to work and the vehicles are countless so from my view, they tend to take any chance whenever they see a space between vehicles for their vehicles to fit in either to show that they have a real good talent in driving in a busy traffic or to show their great possession of big cars so kancil drivers and motorbike riders have to give way or just simply to impress their boss that they're early. sometimes i think the traffic would be smoother if they just stay on their lane and keep having faith that they've chosen a good lane. tak ke mana gunung dikejar. fikir la sket bukan derang je yang keluar rumah pada masa yang cun cun je sampai tempat kerja pada pukol lagi dua tiga minit before punch in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ni haa.. lagi lah. dah la bawak motor. motor pulak tak basoh basoh. sampai ada rakan yang menyindir "weh.. engkau naek motor tadi tak de polis saman ke?" aku tanya ah "pehal pulak?" pastu dia jawab "ye ah. motor kau ni kotor sangat doh gila kalau aku polis pon aku saman sebab menyakitkan mata pengguna jalanraya yang laen dan boleh menyebabkan tumpuan derang terganggu dan mengakibatkan kemalangan". aku sengih je ah sebab tak tau nak jawab apa tapi dalam hati timbul jugak ah perkataan 'pantek'. tapi aku biarkan je sebab aku percaya pada kemampuan motor aku. aku pon tak tau apasal aku memang malas basoh motor ni. aku hanya rajin fikir untok basoh je. tapi karang bila sampai masanya aku akan cari alasan untok diri sendiri supaya tak payah basoh seperti "ala cuaca panas la" pastu aku akan fikir "esok pagi ah". tapi ada satu benda yang aku rajen basoh. aku rajen basoh bilek air ngan kasot. but that's another story yo. now back to my motorcycle. ye ah kalau kau boleh la kan, carik la ex5 tahon 1995 yang boleh menunjokkan kelajuan maksima pada speedometer dia. ye ah walaupon hanya 120km/h je tapi aku rasa tak banyak ah. laen ah mamat mamat motor yang kerja dia sepanjang hari dudok bengkel motor tak tau nak buat apa dok peghosah motor sendiri je kerjanya. aduh korang faham faham je la perkataan 'peghosah' tu sebab aku tak tau apa perkataan rasmi yang sama maksod dengan 'peghosah'. aku selalu sampai ke tempat kerja memang lagi dua tiga minit la kan memang tak sempat pon nak relax kejap lepak kat luar hisap hisap rokok ke. kira kalau lima belas minit awal tu kira ajaib la. semua sengih sengih kepelikan. jadi terpaksa aku hisap rokok di dalam workshop. semua ni salah siapa? ha semua salah pemandu pemandu tadi tu ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal aku keluar agak awal jugak ah. awal la berbanding derang yang dudok kat puchong tu je. ye ah aku rasa aku orang ketiga tinggal paling jaoh dari tempat kerja. the journey to my work place  takes around 40 minutes. i have to save some time because of the traffic condition. i fill my fuel at the same petrol station everyday so i just need to honk a bit and wave my hand telling "full! full!". other petrol station might need me to pay first and only then i can fill the tank and then i'd have to go back to the counter to take my change. i also don't use the motorcycle lane i use the main road on the federal highway. alhamdulillah i've never had any problem with the police for now. the reason i used when being stopped by the police is "minta maaf cekgu, saya punya rantai ni ha. sprocket dah haos ah. jalan motor tak rata, beralun, saya takot je kang tak sampai dah rantai putus. nanti cukop bulan ni saya tukar la sprocket ngan rantai ni cekgu" atau "saya dah serik ah cekgu. hari tu tayar pancet lalu kat jalan moto. tengok tengok ada paku pastu kat tempat saya stop selepas pancet pon ada jumpa paku lagi. saya takot memang orang yang repair tayar memang saje tarok paku pastu tinggal no talifon kat atas jalan".&lt;br /&gt;for now, i think these two reasons are the most logical reasons i could ever think of. oh yeah take note that i also called policeman as "cekgu". this is taught by my father that it is more respectable to call them "cekgu" than any other abbreviation. sounds like we're in the same stream. bodek ah sket. yes i suggest you try next time a policeman stop your vehicle, but just don't do it if you're wealthy enough so they'll have option not to fine people like me because they have more people like you. or don't do it if you're like me but you think you're so rich as rich as britney spears or lakshmi mittal. eh jap. is britney really rich? been quite a long time since i last heard anything about her. the last thing i heard was about her divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabil is a fucker who comes out of nowhere doing his standup comedy really good. yes i really mean reallllllllllll good here. i'm saying this because i find it's hard for tv shows to be able to make me laugh like yeah like what people would mean when they type "LOL" when they're chatting these days. i'm really into his jokes now. he sounds like he's telling a joke from a friend to a friend. most of the topics he jokes about are like what me and my friends would talk about when we lepak at a restaurant. kutok orang tu kutok orang ni kutok member tu kutok member ni. just an everyday thing but he makes it sounds very funny. ok eventhough his tagline 'lu fikirlah sendiri' is not funny at all but he made it a funny one relating it with the topic been talked about. gile beb mana ada orang tefikir nak buat dracula tapi cakap pelat cina. luckily i didn't follow the season two raja lawak astro show so i just have to watch the compilation of his jokes after his win and the shows uploaded on youtube. but now i follow his own show titled 'fikirlah sendiri nabil' on astro prima every friday 9pm. ceh promote plak. yeah i'm typing about this raja lawak because i just watched the show just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow'll be the day i wait for every single week. yes saturday, and the day after, the sunday.&lt;br /&gt;these two days are the only day i play my game.  and you know what? tennis is ma game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-3808289405046849486?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/3808289405046849486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=3808289405046849486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3808289405046849486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3808289405046849486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/06/walau.html' title='walau..'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015802340881455867.post-3881583509265952336</id><published>2008-06-18T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:33:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>demi masa</title><content type='html'>tiba-tiba aku rasa macam nak buat blog balek. tapi tiba-tiba ni bukan macam tiba-tiba malam ni ah tapi tiba-tiba hari tu ah. gile lu mat takkan ah tiba-tiba malam ni pulak kan? gile gua tak rajen nak buat benda yang gua fikir dan-dan tu jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeah i've been thinking of keeping a blog back like a coupla months ago. but being a procrastinative and busy fifi has made me delaying it this long. i don't think i have to explain more about my procrastinative self. everybody loves to procrastinate yo. being busy. i've been busy playing oblivion these days. you know oblivion?&lt;br /&gt;it's a game i religiously play now. it's a sequel to the elder scrolls III : morrowind. at first when i played oblivion, i didn't find it as enjoyable and as addictive as morrowind. the way the game developer put things when you're interacting with the creatures inside is just not like in morrowind. it just don't fit yo. at least that's what i first think about the game but why would they make another episode if they just gonna leave it similar to the previous one right? ok so i tried to just play it like you know when i don't ave something to do and when the television was showing a boring program. after sometimes i just didn't realize when i really became addicted to this oblivion. it grew in me like fat kid love cake ooh shit i don't know how this phrase comes to ma mind and now the picture of fifty cent is on and then g-unit. oraight oraight. let's focus back to the oblivion. now i play the game everytime i'm home. i'd run and leap and talk to some creatures there and run and leap and fuck em showing who's tha boss and run and leap again throughout the oblivion everytime i think i wanna. i just love this game. even my mama needs to yell and beleter to get me to the dining table. jeah everyone in the family has to be around the table during dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;don't you need to do so? jeah this question is meant for those who stays with their family. and don't you just feel like... 'i'm waiting until i can afford living on my own'. of course i do. i can sleep whenever i feel happy. i can eat whenever i couldn't sleep. i can play oblivion whenever i'm not eating and sleeping. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about this blog, i felt like i've just had reached another level in my life cycle. i just moved into this period of life called teenage life. i started to feel like something in me was changing during 2007 yeah somewhere in 2007 about a year ago. i knew i'm a kid no more i'm a teenager now. oh yeah i had a blog when i was quite a little kid and when i look back at it i feel oh man this is like a dark shit man. damnnnnn! how did i live a life like that? i've been through a dark period of ma life but i was only able to put it into words just a little compares to the whole tumbled upside down life. jeah i've been through a lot. i still keep the blog for me to ponder upon ma past life. the blog's for me to judge my past self so i could be a better person someday. mmm i've lived a better life now. this blog will also be kept as a reference for me when i'm fully grown into an adult. warghkaghkaghkagahkghah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason i wanted to keep a blog is it somehow helps me improving my english language.&lt;br /&gt;how do i talk to katherine heigl or jessica alba or alessandra ambrosio or adriana lima when they step in front of my door next year if i don't know english? you tell me. and yes malaysian women kinda set their mind that a man who knows english is a good and a fun man to be with. i'm getting better with my english language so can i score you malaysians, huh malaysians? i can has malaysian woman, please? can i? using english also makes me brain works harder. i have to think to get a proper word into my intertwisted mind. that's also why i play games on me putah. i have to get my brain back to a cleaner state and to bring back it's high level of performance once it has shown long ago. i'm still in a process of retrieving it back. i can now recall some surahs and some songs i once memorized.&lt;br /&gt;macam alim ah pulak kan mengaji atas motor? ok i do this because i have to go back and forth klang to puchong everyday you know? i'm having a problem with me mp3 player earphones. and i won't buy a pair anymore cauz  i'm thinking of buying a new ipod shuffle. i have a creative rhomba 256mb which was bought in 2003 for rm428. shit this ipod shuffle made people who bought earlier players feels stupid cauz they sell it for only rm180++ now. and the ipod shuffle has 1gb memory. fuck, right???&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when people around me motorbike will get appalled again whenever i'm taking over their motorbike because of my voice of rock and metal singing. i hope you can imagine it. EVILLLLLLLLUHH oh i don't know whether it's because of the volume level of my voice or just simply because of my voice. huha. where else can i sing happily like i always do if not on my motorbike huh? come pray with me i hope i can get one ipod shuffle at least next month if not in the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've babbled enough for this first entry. yeah from a story about a blog till an ipod shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i think you know what imma say bout it and what i mean. it's mine. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;as what sonny wortzik said "i speak what i feel ya kno? that's my language." taken from dog day afternoon. it a good movie to enjoy. go take a peek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015802340881455867-3881583509265952336?l=fififudin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/feeds/3881583509265952336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015802340881455867&amp;postID=3881583509265952336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3881583509265952336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015802340881455867/posts/default/3881583509265952336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fififudin.blogspot.com/2008/06/demi-masa_18.html' title='demi masa'/><author><name>amir fififudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09272127288494835736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
