<?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-16575099</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:00:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Vomit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-7407642151209448165</id><published>2007-08-17T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:30:52.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls Dont Kill Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RsaSBc9VnJI/AAAAAAAAADY/ET5JyC4Ix3s/s1600-h/IMG_2729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RsaSBc9VnJI/AAAAAAAAADY/ET5JyC4Ix3s/s320/IMG_2729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099924181694651538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is at stake. the 2 goons are gonna kill me if i dun update. im scared. helpppp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : my room&lt;br /&gt;scenario :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe: U better write bfo ny partner here shaves ur right eyebrow. U know whos coming in nxt week right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAVER: *BZZZZZZZZZS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipeng: Grrrrrrr (Grunts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WAAHH-PAAAHHHHH* (whip FX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIDZ: ~aaaahh(lil bitch sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this concludes my latest update.... see yall on the other side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-7407642151209448165?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/7407642151209448165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=7407642151209448165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/7407642151209448165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/7407642151209448165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/pls-dont-kill-me_17.html' title='Pls Dont Kill Me!!'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RsaSBc9VnJI/AAAAAAAAADY/ET5JyC4Ix3s/s72-c/IMG_2729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-5761958923425254781</id><published>2007-03-31T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T09:11:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Star</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-5761958923425254781?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/5761958923425254781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=5761958923425254781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/5761958923425254781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/5761958923425254781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-star.html' title='Like A Star'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-3063662655726028052</id><published>2007-01-11T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:13:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kak Ngah's Reception pics...as promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYnyiRGleI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJEzT9e5nn0/s1600-h/T_B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYnyiRGleI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJEzT9e5nn0/s320/T_B200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018742583896479202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYnyiRGlfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JwY3GGlIcHM/s1600-h/T_B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYnyiRGlfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JwY3GGlIcHM/s320/T_B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018742583896479218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYoiiRGlgI/AAAAAAAAACY/toW5b6YKxPk/s1600-h/T_B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYoiiRGlgI/AAAAAAAAACY/toW5b6YKxPk/s320/T_B197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018743408530200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYoiyRGlhI/AAAAAAAAACg/lcccr_O4rUM/s1600-h/T_B199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYoiyRGlhI/AAAAAAAAACg/lcccr_O4rUM/s320/T_B199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018743412825167378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYm_SRGlcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvXcGix0MMo/s1600-h/T_B153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYm_SRGlcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvXcGix0MMo/s320/T_B153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018741703428183490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYo1CRGliI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vb5uj0CFGbI/s1600-h/T_B158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYo1CRGliI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vb5uj0CFGbI/s320/T_B158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018743726357780002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYm_iRGldI/AAAAAAAAACA/-UMim8y8fd8/s1600-h/T_B095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYm_iRGldI/AAAAAAAAACA/-UMim8y8fd8/s320/T_B095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018741707723150802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-3063662655726028052?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/3063662655726028052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=3063662655726028052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/3063662655726028052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/3063662655726028052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2007/01/kak-ngahs-reception-picsas-promised.html' title='Kak Ngah&apos;s Reception pics...as promised'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYnyiRGleI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJEzT9e5nn0/s72-c/T_B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-2324023583179123692</id><published>2007-01-10T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:27:26.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abe &amp; Ipeng's Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUuMyRGlVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1HS6_32OYfQ/s1600-h/1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUuMyRGlVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1HS6_32OYfQ/s320/1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018468156961101138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUv9iRGlaI/AAAAAAAAABg/b8IgsoiEdNk/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUv9iRGlaI/AAAAAAAAABg/b8IgsoiEdNk/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018470093991351714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUu_iRGlZI/AAAAAAAAABE/x1f0n2lhfbg/s1600-h/wicked2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUu_iRGlZI/AAAAAAAAABE/x1f0n2lhfbg/s320/wicked2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018469028839462290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUunSRGlXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z25Aq5sS6O0/s1600-h/IMG_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUunSRGlXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z25Aq5sS6O0/s320/IMG_1633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018468612227634546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUunSRGlYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8fwg_Oxusag/s1600-h/IMG_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUunSRGlYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8fwg_Oxusag/s320/IMG_1630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018468612227634562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUuNSRGlWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7ZPkcfAHCGo/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUuNSRGlWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7ZPkcfAHCGo/s320/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018468165551035746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-2324023583179123692?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/2324023583179123692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=2324023583179123692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/2324023583179123692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/2324023583179123692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2007/01/abe-ipengs-weekend-getaway.html' title='Abe &amp; Ipeng&apos;s Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaUuMyRGlVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1HS6_32OYfQ/s72-c/1606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-116634584171713608</id><published>2007-01-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:08:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are Back In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaBx9PamW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v4gGhNaowuQ/s1600-h/gigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaBx9PamW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v4gGhNaowuQ/s320/gigi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017135281814789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya dammnnnn rightttt....the fools are back and we gon' paint the town red! Won't be seeing much of Haz i bet hehehe but nevertheless we will rock KL city like its 1999! my spidey sense tells me 2007 is gon' be the shiznit...minus the langkawi stint for the next god knows when! To my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferr&lt;/span&gt; lady, thanks for making '06 extra extra extra-special &amp; memorable ;-) Told ya' it's our year! More of that coming our way...i promise u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-116634584171713608?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/116634584171713608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=116634584171713608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116634584171713608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116634584171713608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/12/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='The Boys Are Back In Town'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaBx9PamW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v4gGhNaowuQ/s72-c/gigi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-1531748448620141713</id><published>2006-12-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:59:07.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyn &amp; Teena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYkpSRGlbI/AAAAAAAAABs/qLnae0mc-So/s1600-h/T_B201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYkpSRGlbI/AAAAAAAAABs/qLnae0mc-So/s320/T_B201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018739126447805874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics coming up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-1531748448620141713?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/1531748448620141713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=1531748448620141713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/1531748448620141713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/1531748448620141713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/12/alin-teena.html' title='Alyn &amp; Teena'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0INJ1Y7_V2c/RaYkpSRGlbI/AAAAAAAAABs/qLnae0mc-So/s72-c/T_B201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-116551181155645249</id><published>2006-12-07T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:43:09.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hingga Ke Akhirnya (lagu orang kahwin)</title><content type='html'>I was awaken to a sound of a lady's voice reciting al-fatihah this morning. The voice sounded fairly familiar. It gave me the hibby gibbies. I swear to god i thought i was dead as i opened my eyes and everything was pitch black. After realizing i was under the covers and it was my sister reciting the fatihah, I heaved a sigh of relief and did what i do best when faced with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'adversity'&lt;/span&gt;- sleep. I forgot that today's her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;majlis khatam quran&lt;/span&gt;. A lil overdramatic, i know. But it was freaky i kid u not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's her big day. She's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gelabah&lt;/span&gt; she's been running up and down, in and out all day. She was acting peculiar, I caught her waxing her legs in my kitchen next to the stove. The sight of it was baffling and yet could boggle ones mind. I also noticed her speech rate has increased supersonicly and the pitch of her voice gradually ascending. Must be the anticipation of the wedding i figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, i think weddings are overrated. They could either make you or break you. Don't get me wrong, marriage to me is something sacred and beautiful. But then enters the wedding bit, and all hell breaks loose. I'd love to get married someday, but the wedding... I'm not too keen about. Too much drama for my liking. But hey..to each their own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's beside the point. My kak ngah's getting married tomorrow and i'm very happy for her. This is the final plot to your single life. The denouement to your neverending drama. The end of an era. haa..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuak cuak&lt;/span&gt;...hehe. No seriously, all jokes aside, i wish u all the happiness in the world. I love you and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-116551181155645249?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/116551181155645249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=116551181155645249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116551181155645249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116551181155645249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/12/hingga-ke-akhirnya-lagu-orang-kahwin.html' title='Hingga Ke Akhirnya (lagu orang kahwin)'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-116318237438308598</id><published>2006-11-10T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:12:54.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling In the Mood for...</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened, loads to share. I'll sum it up with my current top 10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 7 - Ready or Not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King Pleasure - Moody's Mood For Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frank Sinatra - Teach Me Tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al Green - Let's Stay Together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stevie Wonder - My Cherie Amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Innuendo - Nanti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ari Hest - Pour Me In&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Johnson - Better Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foo Fighters - Everlong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incubus - Stellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-116318237438308598?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/116318237438308598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=116318237438308598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116318237438308598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/116318237438308598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-feeling-in-mood-for.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling In the Mood for...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115902262939914940</id><published>2006-09-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:43:29.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazli's Bbq/ Weekend Reunion</title><content type='html'>It was more like haz's and mine. We got it done quick, all within a day..well more like half a day. Tho it was a spontaneous plan, i must say it was a success. From the fire to the grilling.. PERFECTO! Kudos to the chef, Haz and Brend...and not forgetting moi for creating fire on two grills within an hour (it was my first time mind u). And yes Mr Kamil Fazrin for his delicious 'begedil' (yeah yeah..i know it's a burger!) and his girlfriend for bringing the delectable biskut cornflakes. Shuk for the ice and extra bottles of coke and sprite...mintak haz bayar eh? hehehe..and also to the rest of the DU gang who came and pigged out. Here are sum pics courtesy of Dan the man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/12150918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/12150918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look ma', it's Austin Powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/12150920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/12150920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the bassist of Foolhardy..oooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/12150921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/12150921.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im, Yeh and Haz..err..yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/12150836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/12150836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shukry and Yeh...the 2 odd couple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/12150835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/12150835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the biggest mutha' and the smallest chilli in SMDU..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115902262939914940?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115902262939914940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115902262939914940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115902262939914940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115902262939914940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/09/hazlis-bbq-weekend-reunion.html' title='Hazli&apos;s Bbq/ Weekend Reunion'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115475125632465073</id><published>2006-08-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:33:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Newlyweds...*clink*</title><content type='html'>May the both of you have a wonderful life together! Love Yousss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/wiralong.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/wiralong.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115475125632465073?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115475125632465073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115475125632465073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115475125632465073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115475125632465073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-newlywedsclink.html' title='To the Newlyweds...*clink*'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115303232249284094</id><published>2006-07-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:45:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Are Blind...indeed they are...</title><content type='html'>Somebody please bitch slap me! Is it just me or does anyone else find the new Paris Hilton single catchy..? Gilerrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115303232249284094?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115303232249284094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115303232249284094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115303232249284094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115303232249284094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/07/stars-are-blindindeed-they-are.html' title='Stars Are Blind...indeed they are...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115295431183778809</id><published>2006-07-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:20:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KUL-LGK-KUL</title><content type='html'>Here's a lil sumthin' sumthin' from Haz and Brenda's visit to Langkawi... A quick summary. The weather was terrible but the food expedition was awesome nonetheless... Hope u two lovebirds had a blast in Langkawi coz I did! Thanx again for visiting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/food1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Haz's meal...i haf no idea wat's it called..nasi rendang kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/food2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Brenda's food...also no idea wat's it called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/creme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/creme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The evening's piece de resistance..the creme brulee/brulet however u spell it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             The nauseating couple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/shop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Shopping at some souvenir gift shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/trio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz, Brenda and me by the Langkasuka Resort's poolside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/surfer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/surfer.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Surfin' Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Beach Boys R Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/gayme.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/gayme.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Something for the ladies...hehehe..and guys..hahhaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115295431183778809?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115295431183778809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115295431183778809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115295431183778809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115295431183778809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/07/kul-lgk-kul.html' title='KUL-LGK-KUL'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115170610001221959</id><published>2006-07-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:59:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can keep chillin' like ice cream filling.</title><content type='html'>I was browsing thru my photo album and I came across a-not-so-old photo (i think it was taken circa '01) of myself, Abe, Fairul and Ezran performing at this gig in Putrajaya. The picture was quite awesomely taken actually, a bumview of us jamming whilst the crowd jumping and moshing to our music at the foreground. If I remembered correctly one the band who performed prior to our 15 mins stint was Seven-Collar-Tshirt (theyre huge in Malaysia now btw), but we won the crowd hands down. Most of the bands that day were putting the crowd to sleep but as we stepped onstage, Abe introduced us and I started playing the intro of American Hi-Fi's Flavor of The Week the crowd just went ballistic. Everyone sitted and those who were chillin' by the sides of the hall came running straight to the moshpit and started headbanging and bodysurfing. It was an unbelievable sight and an undescribable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, we werent really that good. I sang off-key for most of my bit, screwed up my solos almost every time and Abe keeps on forgetting his lyrics. Actually we sucked! But sumhow for sum mysterious inexplicable reason, we rocked the stage despite our minor hiccups. From high school proms to charity events, from a chinese new year party where we performed next to a &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; infront a bunch of middle-aged folks where we played 'Cemetery' (hehe.. how ironic) to various battle of the bands, from a live acoustic session on a LIVE radio broadcast to dingy clubs with sticky floors and the smell of puke at the corner of the room, we've been there and we've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Im trying to say is that we were a powerful unit back then. I mean we could have gone further with the music-stint without a single doubt. After a few gigs wit the band,we were a household name in MMU. Everyone who saw us live, thought we were awesome. It was not sumthing we actually work hard on, we hardly practised. I think due to the fact that we clicked so well on and offstage explains why the &lt;em&gt;camaraderie was a pleasant surprise&lt;/em&gt;. The fact that we cudnt careless of how bad or terrible we sounded, that made us a very entertaining quartet to watch. The imperfections and mishaps on stage were the traits that made us stand-out from the rest. Come to think of it, we were more similar to a circus act than a rock band to be honest. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 5 years ago. I miss the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115170610001221959?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115170610001221959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115170610001221959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115170610001221959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115170610001221959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-can-keep-chillin-like-ice-cream.html' title='We can keep chillin&apos; like ice cream filling.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-115169090889062629</id><published>2006-06-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:15:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ipeng, It's ur Burffday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/ips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/ips.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap yeap...Happy 24th Birthday Ipeng...i know, i'm kinda off wit the date but it's the thought that counts rite?? :) A friend like u is a rarity these days, so I'm blessed to have u not only as a confidant but also as a brother! Shud change ur name to Nik Mohd Irfan...hahaha...Much Love Bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-115169090889062629?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/115169090889062629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=115169090889062629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115169090889062629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/115169090889062629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-ipeng-its-ur-burffday.html' title='Go Ipeng, It&apos;s ur Burffday!!'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114742332621138608</id><published>2006-05-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:11:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If The Plane Goes Down, Damn.</title><content type='html'>As i was seated on the isle seat of the B737 from LGK-KL yesterday, I inadvertently repositioned the dangling earphones of my Creative Zen mp3 player on my chest to my ear holes and powered the device. I totatlly pretermitted the initial announcement by the leading steward to switch off any source of magnetic devices and handphones. As the plane took off, coincidentally the song Plane by Jason Mraz started playing. Instantaneously I had a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory of being in an aeroplane was way back when i was 4. To me it was like a magical ride on a flying carpet and i felt like Superman for once. I would always pick the window seat and watched in awe as the flaps of wings protrude in and out. The wonderment of flying in the clouds was really astounding. The view itself was simply breathtaking I couldnt take my eyes off of it. Flying was a &lt;em&gt;'special event'&lt;/em&gt; that I always look forward to every year *(my kampung's in Kelantan, so we go back almost every year for raya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my enthusiasm in flying changed abruptly into fear when I experienced a near death/crash experience in a flight to Kota Bharu. I was about 6-7 then, if I remembered correctly. All I could recall was there were 3 of us there, me, my dad and my eldest sister(who by the way is a flight attendant for MAS now) and the most terrifying tubulence Ive experienced in my life. I, as usual was sitting at the window seat whilst my dad was at the adjacent seat. It happened in a flash. Lights in the B737 was flickering and flight attendants were running around here and there trying to calm the passengers down. I had no clue what had happened but I knew for a fact that we were all gonna die that day. The fact that my dad was scared shitless made the whole experience even scarier for me. My sister, the tough cookie amongst the siblings, was already crying like a baby. So you could imagine how a 6 year old wud react upon seeing his sister weeping like a baby. But what baffles me more was that I was scared but at the same time calm as hell. I remembered how my dad told me to recite the Al-Fatihah (that was the only prayer i was familliar with at that time) and pray to god that we get there safely. So i closed my eyes and prayed. The plane landed safely on the runway and much to my amusement, everyone applaused like the end of a good play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was afraid of flying ever since. Even the slightest of turbulence gives me the hibby-gibbies. I would close my eyes and pray every time the plane takes off and lands. So just imagine the amount of trauma i experienced during my 12 hour flight to London a couple of years back. And it wasnt only 1 trip, but 2 trips to visit my ex, 2 trips = 4 flights. You do the math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a strong series of turbulence startled my day dream. I could see the horror in the old man's face sitting across me. Instead of feeling anxious like i used to, I carved out a smirk. I know its mean of me to do so but in that instance it finally hit me that I'm not afraid anymore. I guess the stuff that i was taught in flying school slowly phased out my fear of flying. Probably what scares me the most is the fear of the unknown. But knowing what i know now, soothes me in many ways. And even if the plane goes down, hopefully it will be a fast one for me! But touch wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this cud be my last entry. sorry for wasting a coupla' minutes of ur daily lives. Enjoy the piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114742332621138608?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114742332621138608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114742332621138608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114742332621138608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114742332621138608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-plane-goes-down-damn.html' title='If The Plane Goes Down, Damn.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114645302573086694</id><published>2006-05-01T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:10:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace.</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving once again. Blerghh! So do not expect any updates any time soon. See ya later peeps. *Sighh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114645302573086694?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114645302573086694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114645302573086694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114645302573086694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114645302573086694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace.html' title='Peace.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114637989275746299</id><published>2006-04-30T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:51:32.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's funny.</title><content type='html'>Blog saya dalam &lt;a href="http://www.linguamatix.com/linguaweb/translate?v=EV%2BPvaEHL5V55LibqDLUvudDvgpSHSfJ64YsO4npDPOSlS6nzmwMii%2FIAp1MGbqu"&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/a&gt;. Lucu yang teramat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114637989275746299?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114637989275746299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114637989275746299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114637989275746299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114637989275746299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-its-funny.html' title='I think it&apos;s funny.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114631875625575102</id><published>2006-04-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:06:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't She Lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/DSCN5522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/DSCN5522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yess...a very Happy Belated Birthday to the ever so beautiful Miss Azferina Anuar!! She recently turned 24 on the 31st of March. May u have a happy and prosperous life ahead of you! Whatever it is, I'm proud of you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114631875625575102?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114631875625575102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114631875625575102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114631875625575102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114631875625575102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/04/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t She Lovely?'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114629582568348912</id><published>2006-04-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:34:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the horns of a dilemma.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know. This is long overdue. Sorry for the long stall. In case u hadn't notice, I am stuck with Gilligan in this tiny lil island. Anyhoo, i'm gonna spare u the boring details of my routine in Langkawi. Life aint exactly peachy around here. The only joy i have is smoking dirt cheap ciggies which i think has already shorten my life-span to 10 years. I'm like a chimney. Just name a brand, ive smoked them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, life aint peachy. They treat u like prisoners, they train u as if ure fighting for your country. They put u in a black hole when ure bad...(disregard the last part hehe). Nevertheless, im still cool. The only thing ive been deprived of is the broadband connection, which i think is the bane of my existence. All they have is a run-down internet cafe wit them' mini monitors with ancient processors and a friggin' dialup network connection. Peachy aint it? Still not complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Barney (the Simpson's character not the purple dinosaur mind u) for a roommate who only limits his speech to 5 words per day (excluding his grunts). My only source of entertainment is my mp3 player and many rounds of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'chor tai tee'&lt;/span&gt;. Ive been nicknamed 'Capt. Frodo' and 'Uncle' for obvious reasons. The kids here use aviation/radio telephony jargons in their daily conversations and humor which makes them &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'supercool'&lt;/span&gt;. Basically their world revolves around aeroplanes, airliners and who makes more money than whom. It's cool to be passionate in what ure doing, master ur trade, but these ppl are borderline obsessed. Even the sight of an Airbus 320 wud give them an instant orgasm. I mean even the wallpaper on their laptops are pictures of aircrafts and cockpits. To me, a cockpit is still a cockpit, and an aeroplane is still an aeroplane. They fly, regardless of how many or what kind of engines are fitted in an aircraft, they still apply the same rule of physics. Thrust, drag, lift, weight (ececece..tunjuk pandai hahaha). The kids here can be pompous most of the time, each trying to outdo one's knowledge on the aviation industry. As far as im concerned, not crashing a plane and doing well with my ground studies, well that's just fine by me. But I cant really blame them. They're at that infant stage of adulthood which most of us experienced. The burning passion, high expectations in life and 'the hunger'. Unlike some of us old farts, the fire's starting to burn out and expectations are beginning to fade away. Still not complaining tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the chaos, I do long for a decent conversation with an adult who I can relate to. It gets lonely sometimes when you have no one to pour your heart to, but i guess that is the reason why i get so crazy when i was denied access to the internet. Connectibility. That is the only means of communication i have with my friends which by the way are scattered nicely all over the globe. I need to know that they're ok and everything's fine and dandy. What's going on with their lives? Just a small update wud make my day. I guess what i'm trying to say is that I really miss ya'll! It made me realise that I haf the best of friends in the world...so to conclude this gibberish of an entry...life's just peachy in langkawi... :~(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114629582568348912?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114629582568348912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114629582568348912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114629582568348912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114629582568348912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-horns-of-dilemma.html' title='On the horns of a dilemma.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114624374151682461</id><published>2006-04-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:02:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short message.</title><content type='html'>yeah so..i havent blogged in awhile. Langkawi's pretty hectic and the internet connection's really slow...but i'll be back in a flash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114624374151682461?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114624374151682461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114624374151682461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114624374151682461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114624374151682461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-message.html' title='Short message.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114155601354703973</id><published>2006-03-09T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:47:48.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Hard To Say Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I'm abt to say goodbye to my very most precious belonging ever. The one that stuck by me thru the years, 8 years to be exact, the longest and most meaningful relationship ive ever had and grown to bond with, my first love, Beatrice @ BFD 130 aka my blue 1.6 proton satria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you might not know this, but im very much in love with my Betty. From the very first time i set my eyes on her, i know that we'll end up together someday. We were acquainted roughly abt 11 years ago, thanks to my dad. She was brand new. A gift for my mom actually. But i've been adoring her ever since i caught a glimpse of her in a TV commercial. But yeah, i knew we'd end up together. And together we ended up indeed. Right after i got my license, we started going out. Yeap, she was my mode of transportation to pick up my boys (i was the first to get my license) and we'd take a spin along the highways of LDP with our windows down and the speakers at full blast. And ever since then we've gotten serious. We've taken our relationship to a whole different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been thru a lot together. Many 'firsts' experienced. Also many touch ups shes gone thru, from her brownish-grey exterior, to her now dark blue metalic facelift. Lowered her springs, gave her a muffler, changed her transmission from auto to manual, even gave her a spoiler (which made her look like a roof of bus-stop, mah bad baby!!) and gave her lovely rims to roll with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other couples, we do have our ups and downs. We developed a sumwhat love-hate relationship over the past 5 years. Being together that long, of course it will happen inevitably. She started to give me major problems like breaking down due to overheating, a few scratches and dents on her body (well that was mah bad, but no major accidents ok!!), a flat tyre one time, 2 flat tyres at the same time the other time, a stolen tyre from another time, 2 break-ins ; first one they stole Haz's video camera (in broad daylight!) and the 2nd time the blardy penyamun stole my radio. She/we had our fair share of bad luck. Including countless minor accidents. But no matter what, she stuck by me and sumhow or rather we managed to settle our differences. Girlfriends they come and go, but her loyalty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is time to wave our goodbyes. I'm sorry for turning my back on u. It isnt like me to turn my back on sumthing that has given me great service over the years. You are really special to me and letting u go is not easy. But i have to. Im not one who abandons the love of his life under a sad tree during his absence. Do not be be disheartened. I hope ur new owner will take really good care of u as much as i did, even better maybe. I'll always remember how u make those cute squeaky sounds whenever i shift gears, hope ur new owner learns to appreciate your idiosyncrasies as much as i did. I will forever cherish our good times together. Take care sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114155601354703973?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114155601354703973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114155601354703973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114155601354703973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114155601354703973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard To Say Goodbye.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114163861215377827</id><published>2006-03-06T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:50:12.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Haz!</title><content type='html'>Today is another birthday of a bestfriend of mine, incik Hazli Suffian. We've been buddies since we were 8 and i have to say that our friendship is pretty &lt;em&gt;'exciting'&lt;/em&gt; despite the fact that he always ditches me and abe for GIRLS...Haz, u can be a prick at times, but i still love u man! Not that i want to, but more like i have to coz we're merely brothers. Hehe..just kidding!(actually im not) Thanks for being there for me every single time (without fail)  a girl breaks my heart. You've been more than supportive and ur supplies of ciggies were endless. Without u my lungs wud be smokeless, healthy and lonely. Have a great 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114163861215377827?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114163861215377827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114163861215377827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114163861215377827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114163861215377827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-haz.html' title='Happy Birthday Haz!'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114121620512512530</id><published>2006-03-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:30:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keanehan yg berlaku..</title><content type='html'>My big toe has been twitching  for the past couple of weeks. It's really annoying when i put my left leg up the table to watch TV,..and it wiggles by itself. Even when im wearing my shoe and stand in an idle position, i can feel it twitching inside my shoe. This condition is totally weirding me out. Does anyone have a medical explanation for this? Coz im paranoid like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114121620512512530?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114121620512512530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114121620512512530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114121620512512530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114121620512512530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/03/keanehan-yg-berlaku.html' title='Keanehan yg berlaku..'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114106347971732132</id><published>2006-02-28T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:03:10.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indah melampaui bidadari...</title><content type='html'>So i went again for the PGL Musical on Sunday courtesy of the CEO of UEM, Dato' Pardas Senin. Thank u uncle and Azree! Very much appreciated. I brought Ipeng along, and as expected, he was totally blown away by the surreal performance. Since the Mcgiff's are missing this awesome experience, ive taken the liberty to share a minuscule-microscopic eye candy of wat the PGLM experience really is. Here are some pics taken discreetly by Ipeng. Wish u were here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/07.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/07.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gusti Adipati (AC Mizal) and Mahmud of Melaka (Adlin Syairi Ramly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/08.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/08.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang Tuah and Puteri Gunung Ledang singing on a cliff ala Disney's 'A Whole New World'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/06.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The set of Melaka's Istana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/05.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/05.1.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The final closing scen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e of the musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/11.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a bow Tiara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114106347971732132?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114106347971732132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114106347971732132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114106347971732132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114106347971732132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/indah-melampaui-bidadari.html' title='Indah melampaui bidadari...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114106124635301783</id><published>2006-02-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:31:26.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we'll run for our lives.</title><content type='html'>I was so freakin' bored one day, i decided to google my name up for fucks. The results came up to a website of a tutor of mine, where she advertises her 'home tuition centre' and the results of her successful students (including moi, well for her subjects at least). So i clicked on the photo gallery link of the website, and this is wat i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/merisza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This picture was taken circa '98 at Victoria Station, Damansara. We just got our PMR results and as a token of our hardwork in class and our excellent results, we were treated by Merisza, our tutor, to an exquisite luncheon. The geeky-specky-scrawny lil' dude on the far left is yours truly followed by Fairul, Merisza, Chi Yen (i think i got his name rite) and Johan. How we've aged...yikesss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114106124635301783?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114106124635301783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114106124635301783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114106124635301783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114106124635301783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-well-run-for-our-lives.html' title='And we&apos;ll run for our lives.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-114054517142135882</id><published>2006-02-22T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:07:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Young &amp; The Very Much Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA'FUCKER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/IMG_7382.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This entry today is a tribute to my bestfriend, my brother from a different mother, the outstanding frontman of Foolhardy, Fudjmunki and Public Hardies, 1/3 of the Terror Trio, 1/4 of Seeds of Soul (SOS, hhaahahhaha) and the BE of charBEnic,-- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafiz Hatim aka Abe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Have a wonderful and happy 24th Birthday dude. Welcome to the club. Aint nuthing but love for u mah nigga! (in a totally non Brokeback-Mountain kinda way). Let's rock 2006! woohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-114054517142135882?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/114054517142135882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=114054517142135882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114054517142135882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/114054517142135882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-so-young-very-much-restless.html' title='The Not So Young &amp; The Very Much Restless'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113998594097808647</id><published>2006-02-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:52:28.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PGL The Musical - an extraordinary adventure.</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day turned out to be nothing less but great this year. Surely it was an evening to remember. Not only did i get to watch PGL The Musical, but it was also with four fine beautiful ladies. All four of them were my lovely dates for Valentines. And it was also and adventure getting to Istana Budaya with the mad traffic all around KL. We experimented many different routes to get to Istana Budaya and spent 3 hours in the car getting stuck in traffic. But it was all worth it. Mok, Aunty Mah, Aunty Pah and Aunty Latifah, it was a pleasure escorting and driving u crazy ladies out on Valentines Day. Being stuck in traffic with a bunch of middle-age women has never been more exciting. I seriously did not expect the havocness and how cool u guys are. Mok, u and your friends are the coolest moms ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to PGL The Musical. Tho i missed the first 30 mins of the first act, i was mesmerized in 5 different ways as i set foot in the auditorium. First things first, I've never been to Istana Budaya before, so i was a bit 'jakun' when i first got there. At first sight of the stage, seeing Tiara and Stephen Rahman on top of a mock up cliff, singing in tune together was really jaw dropping. I mean ive been to musicals before, but ive never seen a Malaysian production as majestic as this. And i didnt know Tiara cud actually sing, she in fact has a beautiful voice, a lovely tone i might add. That Stephen Rahman fella who plays Hang Tuah, that dude can belch out a tune i tell 'ya. Plus his BM aint dat bad considering he was brought up in London. Another star is born and that bright star is AC Mizal. He plays Gusti Adipati and what an astounding performance. He shud get an award for his excellent potrayal of the Majapahit/Jawa prince. Adlin Ramly who plays the Sultan Melaka is another genius, the product of years of theatrical involvement. He can be notorious, warm, serious and funny at the same time. Now thats wat i call good acting. Cant wait for his next movie Gubra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass was glued to the seat frm the get go. The stage production was simply majestic and celestial. You know it's really good when it gives u goosebumps. Well it did! I almost cried watching Tiara's scene wit Hang Tuah. I mean my eyes went watery as i felt her pain sacrificing everything for love. Im starting to sound like a girl now, so i'll stop. hehe.. At that very moment, how i wish the Mcgiff's were there, they wud really appreciate every second of the musical. It wud be great to share our thoughts after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, towards the end of musical i was left feeling like a 6 year old kid, all excited and awed by the brilliant production. I mean things like this makes me feel proud to be a Malaysian. Much kudos to Zahim Al-Bakri the director, the musical director Roslan Aziz who collaborated with Singapore's Dick Lee (damn u for dabbling wit my emotions!), the talented cast and also the stage designer (gempak sial...). Puteri Gunung Ledang The Musical is truly a sublime experience and most definitely a Malaysian achievement. Every single one of us shud get the chance to experience this beautiful masterpiece and delve into the magical journey of our national myth and folklore. Im sure I have. In the simple words of Gwen Stefani, &lt;em&gt;"So wat u waiting for?"&lt;/em&gt; Go see it coz im having seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113998594097808647?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113998594097808647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113998594097808647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113998594097808647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113998594097808647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/pgl-musical-extraordinary-adventure.html' title='PGL The Musical - an extraordinary adventure.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113982837013657152</id><published>2006-02-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:59:33.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts.</title><content type='html'>From the wise words of Michael Stipe of REM ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t let yourself go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it’s time to sing along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your day is night alone, Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel like letting go, Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody hurts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take comfort in your friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody hurts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t throw your hand. oh, no. don’t throw your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel like you’re alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no, no, you are not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody cries. and everybody hurts sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hold on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113982837013657152?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113982837013657152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113982837013657152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113982837013657152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113982837013657152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113948032384645996</id><published>2006-02-09T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:02:15.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for your soul.</title><content type='html'>Havent done this in quite a while. But here's a list of my current Top 20 RnB/Soul list. Mind u that some may appear sappy, but that's how i like it. Very therapeutic to say the least. Here goes ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Benet - Come As You Are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R.Kelly - Can't Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruff Endz - If I Was The One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babyface and Pebbles - Love Makes Things Happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - So Sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Az Yet - I Don't Want To Be Lonely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian McKnight - Never Felt This Way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Few Good Men - Don't Cry (Behind My Back)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy Paul - Me and Mrs. Jones (oldie but a goody! Slipped that one in coz its just soulful)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Few Good Men - Have I Never&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luther Vandross - Superstar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kem - I Can't Stop Loving You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seduction - Could This Be Love (sum 90's group..but i just love the 90's..cant help it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie Foxx - Heaven ( get also Unpredictable for a more upbeat track)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luther Vandross - If Only For One Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mint Condition - You Send Me Swinging (get also Pretty Brown Eyes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maxwell - Whenever, Wherever, Whatever (all time fave)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyrese - You Dont Give A Damn About Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garth Brooks (as Chris Gaines) - Lost In You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jodeci - Lately (..my no 1 classic...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have a few more, but these are the most played on my winamp playlist. I recommend get After 7,..all of their hits and also Babyface. Azam, kau sure suka list aku...we're into 90's shit and all...hehehe..if u want more recommendations (especially 90's or any other soul rnb tracks) pls feel free to drop me a msg. I'll be glad to layan y'all. Enjoy the songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113948032384645996?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113948032384645996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113948032384645996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113948032384645996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113948032384645996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/food-for-your-soul.html' title='Food for your soul.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113898424007195051</id><published>2006-02-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:44:58.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about love baby.</title><content type='html'>"So Faidz, seeing anyone lately?"&lt;br /&gt;"Takde any new prospect ke dude?"&lt;br /&gt;"Man..dont u feel lonely?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been frequently asked this kinda questions this of late. Be it from the close to the not-so-close friends, they keep asking the same thing. My answer would always be "Ntahlar...i'm just happy being single".Period. And honestly I really am. I mean Ive acquainted with quite a few girls this past year, gone out wit a couple of 'em but somehow it never blossomed to sumthing else. Numbers and pecks exchanged, but thats it. Mainly because A - i feel no sparks watsoever and 2 - relationship scares the living shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends say I'm picky when it comes to girls, and YES its true. I agree totally. But let me point out to u that EVERY single guy is picky. Im not asking for Angelina Jolie or Jessica Alba (well no complains if i did) but sumone wit a killer personality. Sumone who i can click instantly who laughs at my lame ass jokes and who Im physically attracted to. Sumone who i can share my personal thoughts with and who i can confide to whenever. If im going to be wit sumone, I wanna make sure that it'll last forever. The one who accepts my 'buruk n baik', ya know wat i mean. Thats not too much to ask. But that's besides the point really. The fact of the matter is I'm content with the way things are now. Why shouldnt I be? I have tons of time to myself, I dun have to report every single time i go out, i dun have to worry abt my significant other's well being, I save money on presents, anniversaries, VALENTINES, birthdays and buying dinner, I get to casual date, im free to see whom ever i pls, and most importantly i am more focus now than ive ever been. I hafta admit it gets lonely at times but im getting the hang of it. It aint that bad when u have great company around u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, what's important to me is my career and to finally be stable. I had a serious and interesting conversation with a friend recently, a lady friend, and it finally dawned on me. Women need security. I mean it has occured to me before, i just didnt realize it until i experienced the harsh reality that slapped me in the face big time. Being dirt poor like myself didnt actually help me in relationships. As much as some of u might disagree, money is a big factor. Its like a holding glue to relationships. Coz u know relationships arent self-adhesive(wtf?). In other words, "if u aint got the dough, ure out that door". (Pretty cool huh..i just made that up.) Effort is another holding factor, but effort and money they come in pairs. With effort comes money. Theyre practically symbiotic. Im just sounding gibberish now aint i? I guess wat im trying to state here is that if u feel the need to commit, make sure ure ready mind,body,soul n most importantly pocket. (i speak on behalf of my boys at the Poor Lonely Fudgers Association)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time whilst i gather my fortune, i guess i'll just stick to the safest option possible and do what i do best. Flying solo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113898424007195051?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113898424007195051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113898424007195051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113898424007195051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113898424007195051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-talk-about-love-baby.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about love baby.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113930941989498711</id><published>2006-02-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:50:20.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayuh Nongkrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/actorlympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/actorlympics.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom nonton skali lagi. Ndak mahal. Nalipon sama aku bah...teket akan ku coba booking bah.. (hows my sabahan dialect? gempak tak?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113930941989498711?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113930941989498711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113930941989498711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113930941989498711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113930941989498711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/02/ayuh-nongkrong.html' title='Ayuh Nongkrong.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113859290012108126</id><published>2006-01-29T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:48:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savouring every moment. (HRC style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113859290012108126?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113859290012108126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113859290012108126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113859290012108126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113859290012108126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/savouring-every-moment-hrc-style.html' title='Savouring every moment. (HRC style)'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113845080312853626</id><published>2006-01-28T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:50:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter-Life Crisis.</title><content type='html'>This week has been an eventful week for me. And the cool part about it is that it was unplanned. All was done out of spontaneity, and if u guys know me really well, spontaneity is not my cup of tea. I prefer things planned and well organized beforehand. But lately, ive discovered a new zest in life by doing random things, and just being spontaneous. I guess doing the opposite of wat ive accustomed to and exploring new things has really changed my life for the better. Not only that, it has also made me a lot happier than ive ever been in my entire life. Honest. This is going to be a long entry, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start wit the Mocca acoustic set in La Bodega. I got back frm work, feeling a lil' tired and Nono msged me on Msn. I was abt to decline due to malasness, but decided to go instead despite my fatigueness. And i was also told there will be tons of 'anak ayam' and plus its an indo-band. Chix dig indo-band and they arent too shabby i must say. So wat the heck. And im so glad that i went coz the band rocks. Mocca has a female vocalist, which is also very cute (a definite added bonus) whose voice sounds like an angel. The music they play sounds very ol'skoolish and Carpenter-esque. I highly recommend u Mocca. Get their cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another Hard Rocking nite, and i mean literally HARD ROCK! Along wit Ipeng, Lili and her awesomely-sexy-hot-soft-spoken sister Mimi, it was surely a night to remember. Hard Rock Cafe totally rocked wit the house band. I forgot the band's name tho..but they freaking rock (thats a lot of rock in a sentence). They played awesomely brilliant covers such as The Killers, MCR, Muse, Green Day, System of A Down, Fallout Boy, Korn, Franz Ferdinand, Van Halen,, Limp Bizkit and many other rocking (there u go again) bands. They even slipped in Ashlee Simpson and a No Doubt cover or 2. And the drummer was totally out of this world! He played for an hour non-stop without any breaks in-between songs. Just continued all the way thru-out the set. And he did the same for the 2nd set. Totally undeservedly punished his kit. Mad skillz i tell ya'.. As usual Ipeng and I were like possesed by the Demons of Rock. We sang our hearts out, jumped as if we were reaching for the stars, and headbanged like we were high on speed. I swear the crowd thought we were drunk or high on sumthing. And i swear sumone spiked my drink. Anyhoo, by the end of the night, we were drenched in our sweat and lost our voices. Nevertheless we came out unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today however was another memorable moment in my life. After having lunch wit Viren and Adam at Kayu (our official lepak spot), we decided to take an evening drive by the lonely highways of LDP on the eve of CNY. As i was driving, we were reminiscing the past during our highschool days and how we were then and who have we become today and u know, the usual. Whilst reminiscing, we happen to pass by our old yet NEW highschool. And again, at the spur of the moment, i parked my car at the roadside and we decided to take a stroll down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so weird but nonetheless so 'at-home'. This was the first time we step foot in SMDU since we got our SPM results, and that was like 7 years back. Everything certainly has changed and the changes were simply amazing, with the new block next to our school field (it used to be the bilik KH which was burnt down last time courtesy of fellow seniors) to the new surau that is adjacent to the school hall. There are many more 'tamans' and chill out spots in every single corner of the school. Our form 4 classroom was transformed into a 'bilik jahitan' and they even added another class called Cendana. The black-boards is replaced by whiteboards. They have a Bilik Multimedia now which used to be the surau then. The toilets are definitely wayyyy cleaner than it used to be. Plus there's no shit lying around the floor no more. Sadly the football field has ceased to exist and the 'Mushroom' unfortunately, is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having witness all of the changes, it made us ponder for a moment wat our lives used to be. The simpler life. Where we have no single doubt or worry tralalalala... when our lives were carefree. The only thinking we did was planning our ambitions and how much money will make in the next 10 years. Back then, we dreaded school. With the constant class-cutting, and the lack of focus in class to the ever so painful experience of being bullied (it only happened to me tho). We couldnt wait to leave school, to withdraw from adolescence and begin adulthood. But as we sat in front of our school hall, we realised that school was the best memory we shared and had. Its not just merely an instituition of education per se, its a place where kids learn to socialize. The beginning of sumthing, where trust and friendship is bonded and first loves initiated. Its where boys and girls from different races and social status are treated as equals (this only applies to coed public schools). It is also where we make tons of mistakes and keep repeating the same ones over and over. However by the end of the day, lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now all grown up and facing quarter-life crisis. There was definitely a moment where the 3 of us went blank and just stared into empty spaces. 7 years seems ages ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a pack to come back here in our 30's. And im gonna make sure we stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113845080312853626?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113845080312853626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113845080312853626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113845080312853626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113845080312853626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter-Life Crisis.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113835384330742598</id><published>2006-01-27T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:24:03.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooppss...</title><content type='html'>I've taken the previous post down..&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten that we dun have freedom of speech in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;ooppss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113835384330742598?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113835384330742598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113835384330742598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113835384330742598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113835384330742598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/oooppss.html' title='Oooppss...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113726387506930075</id><published>2006-01-15T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:47:05.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 24.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Surprise Kek Lapis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...followed by chicks gift-wrapped in tiny skimpy outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wicked month January turned out to be. After a long year of crapiola, finally a good start to a whole brand new year. Tho it has only been 14 days of '06, but it was filled with awesomeness beyond comprehension. For the first time in my life, I have had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;REALLY HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. I was actually HAPPY on my birthday. 24 years, and i recently discovered the true meaning of 'Happy Birthday'. And i owe it all to u guys,..thanx for wishes, gifts, hugs and kisses. Even if it was a belated wish, truly very much appreciated. To Ipeng, Hunny, D and the boys frm 3Flow specifically, u've made my birthday a 'Surreal' experience. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK U's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ipeng, now we're EVEN! Told ya' i was a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this tops all birthdays put together! Turning 24 wasnt as bad as i thought it wud, despite the fact that its getting closer to the quarter century mark. More to come this month, and plenty more awaits this year! InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : my birthday is on 11th Jan peeps. not the 9th nor the 13th. Faizal , adam..ingat tuh! bongok! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113726387506930075?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113726387506930075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113726387506930075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113726387506930075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113726387506930075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-24.html' title='My 24.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113621501995977422</id><published>2006-01-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:17:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/nye012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/nye012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/nye10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/nye10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/nye05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/nye05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/nye08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/nye08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/nye09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/nye09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113621501995977422?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113621501995977422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113621501995977422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113621501995977422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113621501995977422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/nye.html' title='NYE.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113609381019300798</id><published>2006-01-01T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:40:25.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluting.</title><content type='html'>In the year 2006 i resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invade a small country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get a mullet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find big foot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reunite the spice girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not lose any pencils&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;get an invincible friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIM&lt;/strong&gt; high Faidz,...&lt;strong&gt;AIM&lt;/strong&gt; high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113609381019300798?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113609381019300798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113609381019300798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113609381019300798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113609381019300798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/resoluting.html' title='Resoluting.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113608807120559179</id><published>2006-01-01T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:01:11.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113608807120559179?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113608807120559179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113608807120559179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113608807120559179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113608807120559179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2006/01/06.html' title='06'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113577799006829623</id><published>2005-12-28T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:09:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Rueful Regrets.</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year from this date, i made a complete fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a year from this date, my strong convictions were shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a year from this date, i was disshevelled.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a year from this date, i became lachrymose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Abe's words, my life has been like a sine graph in retrospect. It certainly has its ups, but Ive experienced more downs than the ups put together this year itself. Despite all that I managed to pick myself up, dust myself off and ready to try again. I have dumped my emotional baggage since and starting to feel more durable and mature now. I've gained a new zest for life. I strongly believe my inhibitons has subsided and with 2006 just around the corner, i have a gut feeling it will be a good year indeed *crosses fingers*. I had enuff of 2005. Good riddance to a wicked and demented year. Now go fix urselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113577799006829623?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113577799006829623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113577799006829623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113577799006829623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113577799006829623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-rueful-regrets.html' title='Of Rueful Regrets.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113542976992750885</id><published>2005-12-24T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:09:30.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vichuda Incident.</title><content type='html'>"Dude.., u look familliar man! Have we met before? I swear i've seen u around".&lt;br /&gt;That's twice this week.&lt;br /&gt;And that came out from an indo-chinese Melbourne permanent resident.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm muka aku muka bersepah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113542976992750885?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113542976992750885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113542976992750885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113542976992750885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113542976992750885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/vichuda-incident.html' title='The Vichuda Incident.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113534983931018822</id><published>2005-12-24T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:41:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 15 mins of fame.</title><content type='html'>Here's a lil' recap of wat happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00a.m - Woke up and took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;6:15a.m - Called Aryn to reconfirm the meeting spot. Headed straight to Shiroku Productions in Damansara Perdana.&lt;br /&gt;6:30a.m - Got there early..had a ciggy, mingled wit sum of the cast (which i must say are total dorks)&lt;br /&gt;7:00a.m - had a drink wit Aryn and his friend Suhaimi at a nearby mamak whilst waiting for the crew and host to prepare their shit.&lt;br /&gt;7:30a.m - We're off to the studio for the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 and half hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : Hello, wei Ben kaunye pasal la ni...suruh aku masuk show ni..how la now?&lt;br /&gt;Ben aka Faidz : Hello..dude..seriously, u need to chill man..u look freakin' nervous dude..but so far ure doing ok..&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : I hope so...So..wat do u think la...which one shud i pick?&lt;br /&gt;Ben aka Faidz : Hmmm...well im glad u've eliminated the first 2...theyre not ur type anyway.. in my opinion, i think u shud go for Arlia...She has the best personality and the hottest by far...&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : Wat abt Nabilah..? she's kinda interesting..&lt;br /&gt;Ben aka Faidz : Dude..U dun want Nabilah...trust me! she's a wee bit cocky.. Yani however is cute...but judging frm the previous questions....she sounds a bit bimbo-ish...ARLIA dude..ARLIA..&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : U sure ar..wat shud i ask her for the last question?&lt;br /&gt;Ben aka Faidz : okok...hmmm..ask her this...how wud she describe herself, is she more of a 'spicy cili padi' kinda gal...OR...more of a 'nasi putih' kinda chika...ASK HER THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : Nasi putih? gile..&lt;br /&gt;Ben aka Faidz : tanya je la..&lt;br /&gt;Aryn : ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my whole scene...my 15 mins of fame..for most part of the dialogue i actually ad-libbed. The only scripted part was the spicy cili padi question...nonetheless the producer loved it...it looked as if we were actually bestfriends aryn n i...I had to wait that long ffor my shot. But it was really fun tho...had an interesting conversation wit the hosts, Rina n Naz.. i was kinda flattered when Rina commented on the way i dress...she said i look like one of the cast from OC..hehehe.. (awww shucks)..shit gay moment right now..hehehe...all in all, it went well... hope the tv station lovees the mock-up episode...here's to another 15 mins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113534983931018822?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113534983931018822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113534983931018822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113534983931018822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113534983931018822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-15-mins-of-fame.html' title='My 15 mins of fame.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113509524908657525</id><published>2005-12-21T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:14:09.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The G5, the G-Man and sum reality show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh..finally i get to blog after days and days of heavy deadlines. Not much has happened, but I have to say that today the new PowerMac G5 has arrived. Uhuh...now we have 3 g5's in the office. Finally i get to have my own cubicle with a new powerful machine that cud edit videos professionally (so dudes, if u wanna do sumthing, let's do it while im still working there..hehe). Prior to this I was foist to work with a dumbass machine, which is acceptable if we're working on 1 magazine. But we have 2 magz now and soon another one coming in march. So... now senang skit kerja wit the new machines. Alhamdullillah. The company spent like 76k for the machine and printers alone. hehe..pity for them i wont be there long..but i do feel a wee bit of guilt slowly creeping in. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhoo, I was offered to be part of a reality program which is sort of like MTV's "Wanna Come In", I think. I'll be the 'dating-guru/stud' who'll help the 'Dud' by coaching them how to dress and offer them directions thru out the date via an ear transmitter. I'll be in a seperate room and monitor the date. I think. But seriously, I'm the last person to give anybody any advice on dressing let alone dating. I cant even get a date for myself dammit! Too shy la..hihihi (laughs like a schoolgirl) I aint a playa, but i cud try and pretend to be one. Hehehe...here's where the acting skills come to play. I aint a bad actor ok...was once offered to be part of Sepet ok...dun play2. The shoot's on thursday, so i gotta figure out a believable lie to get myself off work... Probably take another mc...or half day..coz the shoot's gonna start frm early mornin' till the afternoon. Plus i have to go for this Mac class later that evening to learn the basics of using the G5. sheeessh... oooh...the G-man's back by the way, for christmas hols..hehe.. i'll be seeing him tomoro for dinner and we'll have our usual racist banter along with Darren...1 cina, 1 india, 1 malay... Besss...confirm havoc! hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113509524908657525?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113509524908657525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113509524908657525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113509524908657525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113509524908657525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/g5-g-man-and-sum-reality-show.html' title='The G5, the G-Man and sum reality show.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113421540741909787</id><published>2005-12-10T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T03:50:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Afdlin and co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/afdlin.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/afdlin.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actorlympics ppl..any takers? Im booking the tix. Check the poster out for the date and time. Ring me up or txt me if any of u are interested...I highly recommend u catch the show. Klakar tak ingat dunia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113421540741909787?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113421540741909787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113421540741909787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113421540741909787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113421540741909787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-afdlin-and-co.html' title='More Afdlin and co.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113405621380975830</id><published>2005-12-08T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:39:22.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been working late for the past 4 days. I'm fucking exhausted, its not funny wei... now i can sort of comprehend the life of an auditor. Catching deadlines is such a bummer. In my case, the editorial crew is freakin' disorganized. biasala..melayu.. habis rosak routine gym.. dammit! Just have to bear with it for a couple of months more... shite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113405621380975830?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113405621380975830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113405621380975830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113405621380975830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113405621380975830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-sick.html' title='So sick.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113363911579278472</id><published>2005-12-04T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:45:16.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamba derk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/witsazzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/witsazzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; ek-enneeenn, cam michael jackson la beb....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113363911579278472?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113363911579278472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113363911579278472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113363911579278472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113363911579278472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/selamba-derk.html' title='Selamba derk...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113354279261308706</id><published>2005-12-03T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:59:54.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'O' is for that overtime I'm putting in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Tis the last month of the year and i have to say throughout most of '05, i have been at the lowest point in my life. Im not proud to admit it, but yes, i totally let myself down. Everything fell apart like a chain reaction. Frm a breakup to losing a job and to other incidents not worth mentioning. All because of my own doings. I never actually recovered completely from the breakup. It all went downhill from there. The first few months was really bad, I became so negative, tetchy, and emotionally frail. But fortunately, i am blessed with great friends. And they helped me thru my downfall, picked me up and brushed the dirt off my body and got me on my feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things started picking up mid '05. Abe came back, introduced me to strangers that eventually became family. Had a great time with abe and the RPI family. It was an adventure indeed. Frm creating a music video to Bora Ombak and the karaoke session..That was the highlight for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, i recently signed up for a Fitness First membership. Just got back frm the gym at the Curve and i must say, it was excruciating. It was my first time ever in a gym and doing proper fitness regimes, thanks to the guidance of Azree. No pain no gain. But it was well worth it. I intended to join the gym for quite some time now but just short of cash. Plus i wasnt working before, but now i am. And the main goal is to be lean and buff  within 3-4 months. i believe it is achievable. It can be done. Aiming for Omarion's physique. and hopefully by march 06 i am able to bash Faizal or other weakling friends of mine. hehehe...insya-allah. 2006 is so gonna be a great year. I can just feel it. Plus, Borders just open at The Curve...after an intense work out, hot shower and then chilling at Borders wit a book and a cuppa. My perfect and ideal life. The only thing missing is companionship. itu blakang cerita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113354279261308706?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113354279261308706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113354279261308706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113354279261308706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113354279261308706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-is-for-that-overtime-im-putting-in.html' title='&apos;O&apos; is for that overtime I&apos;m putting in.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113309507671098152</id><published>2005-11-27T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:40:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ketam and beyond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got back frm Pulau Ketam. That was my first time ever there... Phajneek, Sharan and John decided to be adventurous this time. So I drove all the way to Port Klang (and it was my first time there mind you) all by myself and met up wit the gang. Phajneek was so helpful wit the directions that she got me to Northport instead of southport. NICE...it took me almost an hour to reach there. Reached there by 3 and the four of us took a ferry to Pulau Ketam. Tho it was a 30mins ride, I swear to god it was the dodgiest ferry ride ive been on. It was fucking hot and the ride had me sea-sick. I never get sea-sick like ever. Plus it was cramped and filled wit chinese. and u know how they smell...wont get into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god as i stepped foot on the island i felt like i was in a whole different country. They dun have cars, their mode of transportation is bicycle.and an electric motorcycle. And population : CHINESE. They dun even speak bm or english. Luckily John was there, he was our translator. they do have a balai islam there, but it was shut down. locked. It was completely a fisherman's village. the houses there are quite modern for a fisherman's house but one thing i noticed is that they dun own furnitures. they do have tv sets and even astro, but no sofa's or coffee tables. weird. But we got wat we came for. The FINE seafood. It was cheap and also considerably yummy. Anyway it wasnt the seafood i was there for, but the company of 2 lovely ladies Phajneek and Sharan. Thank you ladies, ur effort was much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entered a futsal tournament yesterday. kalah 3 game straight. cam haram. but i did say hi to sazzy and took a photo wit her and ashraf sinclair. I'll upload it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113309507671098152?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113309507671098152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113309507671098152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113309507671098152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113309507671098152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/pulau-ketam-and-beyond.html' title='Pulau Ketam and beyond.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113257843367061577</id><published>2005-11-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T05:07:13.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about walking with u by the evergreens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes indeed I'm alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and here comes emptiness crashing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's either love or hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't find in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause I've been with witches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I have been with a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it wouldn't have worked out any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so for now it's just another lonely day hey hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;further along we just may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but for now it's just another lonely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wish there was something I could say or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can resist anything but the temptation from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but I'd rather walk alone than chase you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would rather fall myself than let you drag me on down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it wouldn't have worked out any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so for now it's just another lonely day hey hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;further along we just may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but for now it's just another lonely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday seems like a life ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause the one I love today I hardly know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you I held so close in my heart oh dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grow further from me with every falling tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it wouldn't have worked out any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so for now it's just another lonely day,hey hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;further along we just may, ay ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but for now it's just another lonely day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*taken from Ben Harper's Another Lonely Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113257843367061577?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113257843367061577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113257843367061577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113257843367061577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113257843367061577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/thinking-about-walking-with-u-by.html' title='Thinking about walking with u by the evergreens...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113246285160062590</id><published>2005-11-20T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:00:03.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/Candid_Keane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/Candid_Keane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O, CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113246285160062590?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113246285160062590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113246285160062590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113246285160062590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113246285160062590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-tribute.html' title='This is a tribute.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113246222888120003</id><published>2005-11-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:59:34.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man of many talents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/poster3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/poster3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last nite was da bomb. Caught the stand-up comedy of Afdlin Shauki at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theactorsstudio.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actors Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bangsar with Azree, Suhana and a couple of her friends. It was fucking hilarious I kid u not. I laughed my ass off through out the whole show so hard i think i peed a lil. The jokes were spot on. It wasnt only his jokes but the way he said it. The way he manipulates and creates clever euphemisms and how he integrated them with our culture and style awed me in 10 different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought up some great and interesting issues. Like the Mawi frenzy, Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk K (Datuk K?..hmmmmm...), about his size, the Lord of the Rings audition he went to, how he's lucky to be married to his wife (it was fucking sweet), the Malaysian film industry and "The guide to creating a malay movie", the 'Janji Melayu' culture that we should promote to the world as our identity and many other current issues. He also coalesced his jokes with an acoustic performance which he altered the lyrics to some of Malaysia's classic hit songs accompanied by his guitarist Pacai. And the formula worked. It really complemented his jokes. For the closing, he asked the audience to suggest any topic, and make an improv of the topics suggested into a song. That was astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What astounded me the most is the fact that he did a straight 2 and half hour show with no intermission or even a sip of water in between. Fantastic innit? He is definitely the ultimate stand-up comic in Malaysia. Cant wait for his performance for the Baik Punya Cilok showcase in Planet Hollywood next sunday and the upcoming Actorlympics ( sort of like Whose Line Issit Anyway? feat. Malaysia's finest stand-up comics) in December. I highly recommend u go watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113246222888120003?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113246222888120003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113246222888120003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113246222888120003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113246222888120003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-of-many-talents.html' title='A man of many talents.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113187383362414952</id><published>2005-11-13T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:25:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror with eyeballs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/B0007Y08QA.01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/200/B0007Y08QA.01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got myself The Machinist dvd recently, only due to the fact that Christian Bale (the Batman Begins actor) has gone anorexic for this movie. And yes ppl, he's a freak of nature in this one. I dunno how he manage to lose that much of weight and gained it back to his full muscular self. Anyway, i must give The Machinist two thumbs up. If ure into dark thrillers with twisted endings, I highly recommend u get a copy of The Machinist dvd. The disconcerting plot and the beautifuly shot cinematography makes this movie worth watching. It's like watching a Hitchcock movie. Dark, abstruse and very enigmatic. Kudos to the brilliant acting of Christian Bale. No wonder he has won numerous awards from independent film festivals. I think he should at least earn a nomination in the Oscars. For anyone who could lose close to a hundred pounds just for a movie deserves an Oscar, i can tell u that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113187383362414952?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113187383362414952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113187383362414952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113187383362414952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113187383362414952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/horror-with-eyeballs.html' title='Horror with eyeballs.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113181270029290217</id><published>2005-11-13T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:25:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush, pay close attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another personality test based on color psychologists around the world. Quite interesting i must say. Check out my restrained characteristics. funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Existing Situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authoritative or in a position of authority, but liable to feel that further progress is rendered problematical by existing difficulties. Perseveres despite opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Stress Sources&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and to bridge the gap which he feels separates himself from others. Anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to explore all its possibilities, and to live it to the fullest. He therefore resents any restriction or limitation being imposed on him and insists on being free and unhampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Restrained Characteristics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity but restless and inclined to be emotionally withdrawn, which prevents him from becoming deeply involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Desired Objective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-imaginative and given to fantasy or day-dreaming. Longs for interesting and exciting things to happen and wants to be admired for him charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Actual Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Feels restricted and prevented from progressing; seeking a solution which will remove these limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faidz's Actual Problem #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear that he may be prevented from achieving the things he wants leads him into a relentless search for satisfaction in the pursuit of illusory or meaningless activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take the Colorquiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yourself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113181270029290217?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113181270029290217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113181270029290217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113181270029290217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113181270029290217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/hush-pay-close-attention.html' title='Hush, pay close attention.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113155716470280184</id><published>2005-11-10T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:26:04.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and so forth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of things happened these past few days. My grandma passed away last saturday nite which was on the 3rd of syawal. She died due to some breathing complications which turned into a heart-attack. She died on the way to the hospital. She was 68. Al-Fatihah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday morning we (my sis and I) took the earliest flight to Kota Bharu. My parents were already there the night before as they planned to celebrate their 3rd raya wit my grandma. Unfortunately, she died whilst they were still on the plane. As they touched down, my uncle called and broke the news. My dad didnt get the oppurtunity to celebrate raya wit his mother for the last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Returned to KL on Monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the brighter side of things, I started my first day at my new job today. Got there around 9am, waited for a couple of hours for the boss to come in. The boss came in, introduced me to the staff, and right after lunch i was swamped with workloads. gosh..they didnt give me a chance. I reached home at abt 7.30pm on my first day. And tomoro, I have a meeting in Hartamas with this IT guy to describe how the company's website should look like. I've also been given a magazine (with 80 pages &lt;strong&gt;front and back&lt;/strong&gt;!) to design starting next week and publish by the end of this month. That's a whole load of responsibility to shoulder, and I'm fucking rusty with my design applications. Oh did I tell ya' I have to familliarize myself wit a Mac? It's like operating a new gadget for a first time minus the manual-reading. It's fucking stressful I kid u not. I'm quite ambivalent wit this new job. Don't get me wrong, I love the challenge, my new colleagues, I'm cool with them, but the environment I'm so not feeling it yet. Plus the parking charges are exorbitant. dahla tempat dodgy gile...But I guess I'm up for a challenge. Be rest assured I will try my best. Give me at least a month. It's 1.30am and I'm sleepy. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113155716470280184?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113155716470280184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113155716470280184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113155716470280184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113155716470280184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-3-and-so-forth.html' title='Day 3 and so forth.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113007085912498491</id><published>2005-11-02T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:30:39.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To err is human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Dan Maaf Zahir Batin to everyone. I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to every single soul I've offended. Honest to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Abe, Mary, Tody, Joe (kalau celebrate la), have a wonderful eid in the states. And Abe, tho there are a few minor setbacks in ur life, trust me brother, YOU will make it one day. I just have that instinct. You're destined to do great things, and I have faith in you. To Fera in London, I hope you're feeling better and stronger during this raya. I know this is the toughest time for you celebrating alone there, but I do pray for ur happiness and solace. Ipeng in Sabah, 'akuk mintak mahap pada dikau dgn lawak2 sabah', I know it can get irritating sometimes but I just had to do it. Good luck with your new job in Bintulu and I pray for great things to happen to you. You're full of potential, and I'm sure you'll succeed in the future. Sung, sorry for the times I made u play goalie. Reflex kau power doh...I'll be seeing u every Sunday, so make sure bawak bekal biskut raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hazli in Galway, Ireland, I pray for your success with your bullshit medicine mumbo-jumbo. I think you'll be a great doctor, honestly I do. Have a happy raya and hope to see you next summer. My buddy Azam in Perth, tho we're far apart, your presence was never absent in my heart. Have a great eid' with your fiance' Wawa. To Liyana, I sincerely apologize for the trouble and pain I've caused you. I mean no harm. Ppl make mistakes, and I know Ive done plenty of those to you. I take full blame for everything. I really wish we could be friends again. I truly am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the boys Azree, Man, Faizal, Zil, Aizham + Eda, Karok and Fadzlee, mintak ampun dan maaf bebanyak. I got nuthing but love for ya'll. you know that. Marilah sama2 kiter open house hopping together-gether this raya. Adam, sorry for all the hassle I've caused you during our school years rite to our university days and sampai dah tua skang... Kau la aku paling banyak susahkan dlm ramai2 kawan. You've been there for me and I'm filled with gratitude for your sincere help. My DU clicks, aku jumpa korang kat masjid time semayang raya, nanti kiter bermaaf-maafan di sana, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope I didn't leave anyone out. If I did, blame the mind not the heart. Consider this my virtual card Raya coz I sure hell ain't getting each and one of you one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113007085912498491?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113007085912498491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113007085912498491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113007085912498491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113007085912498491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-err-is-human.html' title='To err is human.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113059705405052270</id><published>2005-10-29T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T07:47:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity can pull me from this height.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got myself a job ppl. As of the 9th November 2005, yours truly will commence duty as a graphic designer for a small publication company called MMP Communications. I will be designing the lay out and content for 3 of their magazines and some photography work. Guess wat kind of magazines they publish? DAKWAH. uhuh..well not the Harakah or Al-Islam kinda dakwah magazine but modernize dakwah. And it is in English. In a way, I'll be part of the dakwah. dptla jugak pahala..Alhamdullillah. The main objective is to point out the success of Muslims in Malaysia, not just Malays in particular. However the most bizzare fact is that my new boss is Johan's dad, Sani. hahaha..ingat dulu zaman2 skolah kutuk nama bapak...we used to sing Kopratasa's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Masihkah Kau Ingat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the surau while Joe's praying just to kacau him. FYI u ignorant Malaysians out there, Kopratasa's lead singer's name is Sani Sudin. Hence the song. But I plan to work there til end of February. Coz by 23rd March '06, I'm off to Langkawi for a year plus to learn to fly. Oh yeah peeps, left that out to. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113059705405052270?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113059705405052270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113059705405052270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113059705405052270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113059705405052270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/gravity-can-pull-me-from-this-height.html' title='Gravity can pull me from this height.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113031957728919280</id><published>2005-10-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:44:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joget Babo Joget..Ewah..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I've witnessed the strangest and funniest sight this week. Last night around 9-ish, I was switching thru channels and stopped at channel 4 astro (RIA). There was this programme going on called Beat TV and it was showing the segment where the AF students performed for some majlis berbuka puasa at some hotel. From there on they were showing the performance of the AF kids and they invited a couple of fans to join them onstage... yada..yada..yada...then the camera focused on a very familliar figure doing the joget with Akma... I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Babo aka En.Hatim aka bapak Abe. Kemain lagi dengan baju melayu full set minus the songkok. He owns man, totally!! Abe, bapak kau sporting gila sial... it wasnt just the malu-malu kucingnye joget, it was the org-tua-gatal-wit-the-lidah-terjelir joget. Siap joget full circle around Akma tuh tak tahan... hehehe.. He is by far the coolest dad ever!! and the camera loves him.. trhey kept on focusing on Babo not the AF stars... i love your dad, he's just crazy I tell ya'... Ewah..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113031957728919280?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113031957728919280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113031957728919280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113031957728919280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113031957728919280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/joget-babo-jogetewah.html' title='Joget Babo Joget..Ewah..!!'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113006512498003296</id><published>2005-10-24T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T11:29:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a witch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I recently did a &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx/test82.aspx"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt;. Some of it is soooo ME, I swear a witch was behind all this. I can just picture it, a greenfaced-long-pointy-nosed-with-a-distinctive-mole-and-a-pointy-hat old lady behind a computer typing vigourously and pausing to let out a sinister laugh once in a while. Did I just describe my senile grandaunt?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label3"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label5"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label6"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label7"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label8"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label9"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113006512498003296?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113006512498003296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113006512498003296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113006512498003296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113006512498003296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/son-of-witch.html' title='Son of a witch.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-113006376014238799</id><published>2005-10-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T05:40:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se7en.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Last night was quite a night. When I say 'quite a night' it usually means that I actually did something rather than sit at home and watch the idiot box while munching on koko crunch. After a lovely dinner at home, Viren called me up.He was on his break, so we decided to have a drink at Kayu with Adam. Caught the Man Utd vs Spurs and Arsenal vs Man City game simultaneuosly, how cool was that. If u havent been to Kayu Nasi Kandar in SS2, let me describe it for you. It has 4 plasma screens and 2-3 normal flatscreen TV. And also 2 decoders. HEBAT! Anyway, the game ended wit a draw. Fucking Jenas scored a lovely placed top corner freekick. There goes the championship this season. Plus with chelsea's winning streak, mmg takder harapan. Anyhoo, later that night we had a jamming session. It was with Fairul, Ez and Dan. Played some indon covers and a devastating cover of Fall Out Boy's Sugar We're Going Down. I filled in as the vocalist. cheh..rasa cam rockstar la plak... sigh..I miss Foolhardy. We're not that good of a band, but the 'camaraderie was still a pleasant surprise'. The fact the we gelled together not only as bestfriends, but as band members, couldnt get any better. I despise growing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well to kill time, i nicked this from Izan's (she doesnt know me, but I'm an avid reader of her blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die: (nih dah buat nih)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Produce, write, direct and act in a feature film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Make a full-length album with Foolhardy and tour with the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Open the Charbenic Soul Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Learn how to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Catch a Manchester United game live at Old Trafford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Be Brooke Burke's fuck-buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Taubat. Then baru buat haji..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Can Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» I can make a triple roll with my tongue...its wat I call the Triple Loopy Special..(only for the ladies)&lt;br /&gt;» I used to play the guitar lefthanded..but thought it was the wrong way to play then switched to right&lt;br /&gt;» moonwalk effortlessly...&lt;br /&gt;» bicycle kick..in a dodgy kinda way..&lt;br /&gt;» Drove/ride a chopper...yeap, I may have short legs, but ive manoeuvred a chopper.. a HARLEY DAVIDSON I might add...and when I was 10..&lt;br /&gt;» Freestyle pantun. a rhymeless freestyle pantun...ask Ipeng and Abe..&lt;br /&gt;» Do an impersonation of Eddie Vedder having a fit in the midst of singing "Last Kiss"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Cannot Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Swim..thats on my 'to-do' list...&lt;br /&gt;» I cant stand watching a badminton game and F1 race...I find it stupid, for no absolute reason.&lt;br /&gt;» I cant cook for nuts.. &lt;br /&gt;» I cant have pets..I'm just not an animal lover..&lt;br /&gt;» I cant seem to go to sleep before sunrise...my system's whacked&lt;br /&gt;» Cursive handwriting. It's dumb i tell ya..&lt;br /&gt;» Freestyle pantun. A rhymed freestyle pantun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Brooke Burke&lt;br /&gt;» Teri Hatcher (the lois n clark era)&lt;br /&gt;» Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;» Sarah Tan&lt;br /&gt;» Suzanne Eyton&lt;br /&gt;» Maria Sharapova&lt;br /&gt;» Alicia Keys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 often repeated words/phrases:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» tuhla pasal...&lt;br /&gt;» dudddeee...&lt;br /&gt;» serious shit?&lt;br /&gt;» fudgeeee...&lt;br /&gt;» holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;» cam sial..&lt;br /&gt;» cool macha cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Articulate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Killer body..yeap...a killer rack and a stinging ass.(im a man aint i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Independent..not the clingy sort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » A great sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Excellent taste in music...(RnB Soul preferably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Must converse well in English..writing i dun really care but is a bonus (cam nak apply ker ja la plak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; » Drop-dead gorgeous..(if u meet the above requirements, pleasant looking pun jadi la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-113006376014238799?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/113006376014238799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=113006376014238799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113006376014238799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/113006376014238799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/se7en.html' title='Se7en.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112984801271830603</id><published>2005-10-21T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:42:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Did u really leave me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;After all the seasons i spent waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;watching out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;listening at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;waiting for the news of your return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;For the news that u realise that someone important is waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;A whole lifetime I've been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I cant believe ure not coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I cant believe im suppose to stop waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I cant believe u left me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112984801271830603?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112984801271830603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112984801271830603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112984801271830603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112984801271830603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/eulogy.html' title='Eulogy.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112983763546473631</id><published>2005-10-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:47:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Condolences to Pak Lah and his family. May Allah Bless Datin Seri Hendon Mahmood's soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112983763546473631?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112983763546473631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112983763546473631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112983763546473631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112983763546473631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-fatihah.html' title='Al-Fatihah.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112966105283951191</id><published>2005-10-19T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:44:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to be done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/abe_harun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/abe_harun1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An uncanny similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p/s : Abe, i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112966105283951191?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112966105283951191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112966105283951191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112966105283951191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112966105283951191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-had-to-be-done.html' title='It had to be done.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112962185653316409</id><published>2005-10-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:33:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got back from sending Ipeng at KL Central. I had to wake up like wayyy early just to make sure he doesn't miss his flight AGAIN..hehehe...well actually it was 10.30am..hey wat can I do..I sleep during the day! Anyway, tried to get sum shut eye but the fucking racket my next door neighbour's making is really pissing me off. They've been drilling since 9am, wat the hell! I cant even watch my fourth season of Scrubs peacefully. Bloody chinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Ipeng story, the past week has been a blast! It was a hell of a week, with the berbuka puasa sessions, the pasar ramadhan tour, the uptown market tour and the Scrubs and Family Guy marathon. And not forgetting the bitching sessions! Ahh..bliss..hehehe..I think Ipeng had a REALLY great time here. He'd better!! I introduced him to Lily my high school friend who coincidently is from Sabah as well. All hell breaks loose when they start talking..with their gibberish Sabahan dialect and all...all I heard was "bah.. , sumpit.. , pokok kelapak.., and how it was tough raising monkeys and yada yada yada"...well sumthing along that line.. hahaha..and yes..the constant flirting between those two was nauseating! He is sooo into her..ngaku je la Peng! You're in denial! Siap buat date lagi tuh time raya...tak gitu peng? bertukar2 testimonial lagi...Ewwah!! See, I told ya' I was gonna make it up to you for the Rexona thingy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention the dinner we had at San Francisco Steakhouse. Everyone was there, Azree, Faizal, Man, Fadzlee, Eda, Aizham, Zil, Karok, Kamal and Alia. Oh and Eda's friend Shikin..*wink*wink*...hehe.. The berbuka puasa buffet was short of amazing but good nonetheless. It was worth the 45 bucks plus I ate like a gluttonous pig. The lamb and the potato salad was so sedap I think I made 3 rounds just for that. And right after dinner we had our bowling tournament between Manchester United Supporters versus the rest of the world. And yesss...we kicked their ass!! Azree was on fire, so was I, and amazingly our captain marvel Kamal. ALia on the other hand was a surprise bonus to the team. she kicked serious ass!! Shouldve seen our celebrations. I slid, moonwalked and did the robot. It was a riot..we always were when we bowl. check out the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/dinner_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 193px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/dinner_22.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're Italianos..where's-ah our food-ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/dinner_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/dinner_41.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the DJ boys. L-R : Man, Lee, Fai, Karok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/dinner_121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 223px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/dinner_121.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 198px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/dinner_7.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He shoots, he strikes, he Scores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112962185653316409?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112962185653316409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112962185653316409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112962185653316409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112962185653316409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112940476798626203</id><published>2005-10-16T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:33:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How's it going peeps! It's been awhile since i last blogged. As some of u might know, Ipeng's in KL now and has been for the past week. So I've been pretty busy. I'll definitely update u with "The Perilous Adventures Of Faidz and Ipeng" once he's gone. I know u miss my genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112940476798626203?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112940476798626203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112940476798626203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112940476798626203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112940476798626203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112862484478996409</id><published>2005-10-07T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:55:29.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was an interesting day. It was the 2nd day of puasa and Azree thought it wud great if we venture out for some kuih at the Tmn Tun pasar ramadhan. Well he wanted to get some kuih, I on the other hand just wanted to wash-eye (cuci mata in direct translation). So there we were browsing thru stalls and walking along catching the delectable aroma of ayam percik and what not. And there she was, walking with her girl friend. No, I didn't bump into my ex but it was Suzanne Eyton. Most of you might not know who she is but she's a model, and a very beautiful model she is. Suzanne is the stunning product of a Malay and Scottish parentage. The first time I laid eyes on her was when she made the cover of Newman magazine. I mean no biggie if I bumped into her once, but 4 times, come on!!..I swear to god she's stalking me. Here's the chronology of our meetings :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It was my last day of Salsa class, she however just enrolled herself.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was leaving the Chicken Rice Shop in One Utama, she and her group of friends walked in.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was jogging at the Kiara park, she and her friend passed by the opposite direction.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pasar Ramadhan.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I mean talk abt coincidence. Our paths crossed so many times I'm beginning to think that god is trying to tell me something...she might be IT..hahaha...macam Serendipity lak...I know I sound like a loser, probably coz I am. Well just wanna share sumthing random and pointless with ya'll. Well here's a pic of her that I Googled...yes I'm pathetic. I do have plenty of free time ya know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Suzanne's on the far right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112862484478996409?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112862484478996409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112862484478996409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112862484478996409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112862484478996409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112850666675585774</id><published>2005-10-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:06:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never trust your bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/NYC_fall05%200152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/NYC_fall05%200152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DALAM DIAM KAMU YEKK ABE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112850666675585774?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112850666675585774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112850666675585774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112850666675585774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112850666675585774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-trust-your-bestfriend.html' title='Never trust your bestfriend.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112842470391204779</id><published>2005-10-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T04:23:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly creatures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear to god I'm turning into a girl each day. Recently I've been hanging out wit my aunt, chilling out wit my sisters, and shopping with my mom. And lately Ive been watching a lot of chick flicks and started to cry when a touching scene ends. I even cried watching One Tree Hill, even worse Scrubs. It's a comedy for god's sake. You might think I'm a whuss..maybe I am. shit...but hell, I am secure of my manhood. So what if a man cries while watching a chick flick. I'm man enough to admit it. So what if I wear pink. Hell I still look good wearing it. It just shows that I'm a sensitive guy...hehe...it's true girls..guys like me, we're one in a million..hahaha, gila promote diri!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhoo, today is Trisya's (my niece) 6th birthday. So I went to MPH in One Utama to get her a present. As I stepped into the building (giler dramatic), holy shitballs batman, chicks galore. From all walks of life, andddd.. they were not with their boyfriends. This was like my first time ever did i see many many beautiful ppl in a shopping mall. When I say frm all walks of life, I mean frm Malays, Indians, Chinese, Caucasians but no blacks sorry. And from teenage girls, to young adults, yuppies and MILFs...there was a swarm of honeys and slimmies, I thought Ive died and gone to heaven. Plus these beautiful ladies are walking with their equally hot and gorgeous friends. I was in awe. They were everywhere. MPH, Starbucks, Nike Shop even the bakery. What &lt;strong&gt;amused&lt;/strong&gt; me most is that some of them are checking me out and grinned coquettishly, I swear to god. That's why I said &lt;strong&gt;AMUSED, &lt;/strong&gt;sense the tone. And yet again I didnt Carpe Diem. I should've seized the moment but I'm just not like that. My balls aren't big enough to approach a HOT stranger at a shopping mall and ask her for her digits. But who cares, I flirted with her, I'm happy. I guess the attention I got was probably my aura today. I was really in a vibrant mood. Have no idea why, but everywhere I go I was superfriendly to everyone. I striked up a conversation with the cashier at MPH about puasa, I joked with a sales girl at the brand new NIKE store, I chatted up with this 50 sumthing corporate dude with a suit at Starbucks. I guess I was on a roll. And probably they (the beautiful ladies) were checking me out coz I was carrying an MPH bag, they were probably thinking, "Wow, cute and intellectual..WE LIKE !!", hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of puasa, tomorrow is the 1st of Ramadhan, and I'd like to wish everyone "&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* a funny thing happened in starbucks. A malay dude (melayu kapaknye) and his troops qued behind me and ask the cashier, "bang, sini ader teh tarik tak?" the cashier and I stared at each other for a brief moment. both of us are laughing our ass off in the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112842470391204779?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112842470391204779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112842470391204779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112842470391204779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112842470391204779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/10/heavenly-creatures.html' title='Heavenly creatures..'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112782738320332561</id><published>2005-09-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:33:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Revival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/vibejpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an artwork by a friend. It is actually 8 pics combined in 1, thanks to the technology of Photoshop. Brilliant. Anyhoo, I need a change of hairstyle. I've stuck to the same style for the past 2 years and its getting dull and mundane. Time for something radical. I reckon the style below :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/mrt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/mrt1.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going for the MR.T look. The 80's back, yo! All i need now is to decorate myself with extensive bling blings, get a tan, steroids and include "i pity the fool..." in most of my sentences. I soooo Rock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112782738320332561?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112782738320332561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112782738320332561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112782738320332561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112782738320332561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/80s-revival.html' title='80&apos;s Revival.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112748236826365274</id><published>2005-09-23T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T06:35:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundant of talent.</title><content type='html'>What the hell is happening to Malaysian music industry? A dude (well, half-dude i must say) like Daniel can qualify to the Malaysian Idol finals..what is wrong with our ppl? Have the voters gone bonkers? First Mawi now Danial? Rite now I'm in the midst of speedtyping this whilst watching the crappy rendition of American Idol. I aint saying his a bad singer, but his dictions are totally horrendous. They suck-ass bigtime. Showmanship macam konsert tadika, cakap english cam cina jual sayur...and ure gonna represent malaysia in World Idol...HELL NO!!!but seriously all the talents for the final 12 this season, arent up to par compared to lasts. I hope he doesnt win. pls god...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112748236826365274?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112748236826365274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112748236826365274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112748236826365274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112748236826365274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/abundant-of-talent.html' title='Abundant of talent.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112714811189842615</id><published>2005-09-20T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:45:44.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charbenic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was browsing thru my photo collection and look what I've found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/PICT0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/PICT0026.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; That's me on the far left with the long hair, Abe and his pony tail and our long lost buddy Azam. God I miss Azam. Haven't seen him for more than 2 years now. You see, Azam's a really good friend of mine. We're like brothers the 3 of us. After he left for Perth in 2003, he never came back. And as he eloquently puts it, "I ain't coming back." I can understand that. But you know wat Zam, if you're reading this, trust me I will come and visit you. I ain't got the dough' (that's my ghetto lingo yo) now dawg, but Imma be there, you hear! And we gon' break it down like it was back in the hood yo! It's gon' be of the chain nigga! I aint trippin' fo' sho! Ok. I'll stop. Oh wait..there's a bit more.. I'm out dawg, peace alif ba alif ba!! I'm done now. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112714811189842615?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112714811189842615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112714811189842615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112714811189842615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112714811189842615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/charbenic.html' title='Charbenic.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112686300150809259</id><published>2005-09-16T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:03:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Top ten things to do before I take the long dirt-nap ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Produce, write, direct and act in a feature film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make a cameo for Vivid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make a full-length album with Foolhardy and tour with the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feature in a song with the likes of Daniel Johns, Dave Grohl and Thom Yorke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Open the Charbenic Soul Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be Brooke Burke's fuck-buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go snowboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learn how to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catch a Manchester United game live at Old Trafford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get rich or die tryin' (cheee...fiddy cent abis nih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Top ten all-time favourite songs ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tommorrow by silverchair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately by Jodeci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everlong by Foo Fighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Under The Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stars by Simply Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty Brown Eyes by Mint Condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;High and Dry by Radiohead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stellar by Incubus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess What by Foolhardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Top ten lagu semangat ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foo Fighters - My Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fall Out Boy - Sugar We're Going Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Incubus - Privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Incubus - Megalomaniac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foo Fighters - All My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SR-71 - Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Offspring - Want You Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rage Against The Machine - Bombtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Top ten Movies ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dogma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jerry Maguire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bandits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Old School. (you're my boy, blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Green Mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Legends of The Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philadephia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112686300150809259?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112686300150809259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112686300150809259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112686300150809259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112686300150809259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-ten-list.html' title='Top ten list.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112682320675924604</id><published>2005-09-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:42:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to : You're Beautiful by James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is crazy. As I was abt to hit the sack, thrown into slumber...BANG!! Muse struck me. I got up and out of bed and started doodling on a piece of paper. Occasions like this does not happen very often. I've got the concept down for my latest project for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Me Butch's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; new video. Prior to that I was on the phone (via Skype that is) with Abe, discussing/bitching about girls and how they suck (no pun intended) and also brainstorming ideas for that particular video. And he managed to come up with a viable concept which is quite brilliant I must say. But I managed to come up with something more twisted. ANd it has 2 versions. The 2nd version has a public service reminder msg which I think is a bit tacky but really dark at the same time. Nevertheless it's still twisted. However the first version is more up to my preference. It's really dark &lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; Korn's Freak on A Leash with a bit more twist towards the end. Sends shivers down me timbers...hahah.a..ok.. I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112682320675924604?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112682320675924604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112682320675924604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112682320675924604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112682320675924604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/dream-of-my-own.html' title='Dream of my own.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112669656501707061</id><published>2005-09-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:50:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some of the still images and snippets from the Back To You video. Enjoy fools&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the road trippin' scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back2.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ipeng' merenung ke arah ruang kosong scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back3.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's me, in character..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back4.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The flashback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scene wit Abe and Fera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back51.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cast looking bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back71.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back71.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/back71.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back71.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fera's manja scene..hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/back71.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112669656501707061?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112669656501707061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112669656501707061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112669656501707061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112669656501707061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-you.html' title='Back To You.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112669351367552494</id><published>2005-09-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:50:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Death Do Us Part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would like to share something deep today. As I was taking a dump (with a reading material of course), I came across this intriguing article about the four letter word, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This article was written 2 years ago by a guest writer for &lt;em&gt;FACES&lt;/em&gt; magazine, issue May 2003, Sulin C. It was entitled Till Death Do Us Part. It was based on her own personal experience. The whole story begins when her close friend plunged to her death from her apartment window. Whether she had taken her own life, been coerced into it by her boyfriend with whom she had been arguing prior to that according to the neigbours' accounts, or whether she had been pushed, god knows. The whole thing was clouded with uncertainty. Police investigations have ceased due to family discretion. More importantly, the boyfriend, the common friend of the writer's friend clammed up and gave nothing credible out of him since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So months went by and life goes on. Slowly things are subsiding into silence. Yet wat was certain to anyone who knew them was that her death had something to do with each other. They had both expressed unhappiness in their relationship and there was that element of twistedness there that didn't seem present in any other parts of their lives. I've also had other friends whose relationships have culminated in one part of them running out of a moving car ( ehem, ehemm, you know who you are!), punching and slapping each other in public or both being on the verge of mutual demolition...well actually one. Anyhoo, such all-consuming anguish and despair creates a sort of hell for each other that I've not seen in lifelong vendettas, family feuds or anything for that matter... Is it because we place too much emphasis on relationships that, as Carrie Bradshaw says in &lt;strong&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/strong&gt;, have become our modern religion? (well that's gay of me to be quoting Sarah J Parker.) Is it the myth of love that prescribes submission to a state of being that is all-providing and all-consuming? You would think that the only common sense and right thing to do in a destructive relationship is to leave. BUt many also believe in the redeeming power of love, as more evident in children's legend &lt;strong&gt;Beauty and the Beast. &lt;/strong&gt;Beast is flawed and it is only the power of Belle's love, signified by the rose that wilts until consummation, that he is saved and turned human. I used to believe so untill shit happened. I guess I'm just doomed to a life of solitude. Sigh...What do u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112669351367552494?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112669351367552494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112669351367552494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112669351367552494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112669351367552494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/till-death-do-us-part.html' title='Till Death Do Us Part.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112654944144268668</id><published>2005-09-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:38:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a holy cow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got back from a late night supper with Fairul. It's not one of those ordinary &lt;em&gt;yum-cha &lt;/em&gt;session we usually have but this time it's a bit more fruitful. We reviewed over how the music videos in Malaysia has improved in the last couple of years and how to breakthrough within the industry. We thought about how do we get our music videos to be broadcasted. It's one thing to create an excellent video, but to establish a name in the industry that's a whole different story. See, I have this dream of becoming a super-famous director. But in order to do that, you need to establish contacts. In my case, I have none. Plus I lack the skills and tools needed to become one. However, I'm starting from scratch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/1600/toya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most recent project (it's for fucks tho) is finishing &lt;em&gt;the Back to You&lt;/em&gt; video which yours truly is 100% involved in from producing, directing, acting and even up to editing it. Well with the assist of Adam's editing suite, I'm sure it'll be awesome. It's a huge task and I'm not getting paid doing it, but hell that's passion for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1972/1577/320/toya22.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is how I look when the light bulb's on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the conversation I had with Fairul. In the midst of our very interesting discussion, Fairul came up with the idea of directing a music video for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Me Butch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Since the vocalist is a friend of his and they're coming up with a brand new single, hell why not pitch some of our ideas to them. Besides I'm still unemployed and I do have a wholelotta free time in my hands. So there we were, brainstorming our way through the concept and ideas for the video. I'm hoping for it to turn out like the Radiohead video "&lt;strong&gt;Just&lt;/strong&gt;". It's a feasible idea I tell ya'. Fuck it's gonna be great! And who knows from there, I might even come out with a script for a short film I have in mind. Insya-Allah. I can already envisage it. Ipeng, I want you to be my leading man, that's for sure. Kalau Abe ade sure lagi gempak! Tapi abe jadi crook la... MuahAhaHa (evil laugh)!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112654944144268668?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112654944144268668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112654944144268668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112654944144268668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112654944144268668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-be-holy-cow.html' title='How to be a holy cow...'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112653674434502975</id><published>2005-09-12T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:37:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Sweet grandmother's spatula!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's a bad day. My astro's down. The decoder's dead and I'm dead bored. So hoorah for the invention of the internet. You are all I've got! d'oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112653674434502975?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112653674434502975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112653674434502975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112653674434502975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112653674434502975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-sweet-grandmothers-spatula.html' title='Oh! Sweet grandmother&apos;s spatula!'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112644421758066794</id><published>2005-09-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:51:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to my beloved colleagues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you are aware, I am no longer part of the HSBC Data Processing family. I have resigned for about almost 8 months for some unforeseen circumstances which have led to my abrupt decision. I know I owe you (fellow Vikings) an explanation, but it was just something I had to do and had to deal with. And for that, I deeply apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the best team and the best people I've worked with. This goes out especially to Vicky, Phajneek, Sharan, Ragu and Kash. I love you guys to bits. I'm really blessed to be given the opportunity to know all of you. I really couldn't fathom how we became tight, but I consider you my family. Thank you so much for being there through my precarious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Vicky, you are the man la macha! The first ever guy who came over to me and said "Dey macha, you from this group ah?"( with his thick indian accent). Freaking hilarious bastard! I must say a good way to break the ice on our first day. We share a lot of laughs and jokes together..especially them dirty ones. We were a riot! Our most favourite phrase would be "you are the most fucked up human being i've ever come across with". yeah,.. you guys probably don't get it...but it's our personal humour. so fuck yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so lovely and lanky Phajneek Kaur...you are a sight for sore eyes. If only you weren't 5'11 and so bloody tall, and I wasn't so fucking short, I would have definitely date you girl.!! She is so fine I swear to god most of the bai fellas are so envious of me every single time I walk next to her ( tho its an awkward view) or even talk to her. And did I mention she is also a part-time model? Yeap guys, she is. She's also an aspiring lawyer, as soon as she pass her bar exams. And to top it all, the most sweetest creature and the most coolest girl I have ever gotten to know. Phajneek, you're a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sharan, you are like a sister I never had. The most understanding, cool, audacious and happening 32 going to be 33 year old women (don't think I dunno ur age ah?, I saw ur IC la sista) with 2 kids I have ever met. And she's still HOT by the way. My resource for the latest bollywood gossips and what not. This women is so very cool, I can even go clubbing with her (as long as it is cool wit you Mr. Bal) alone. Would love to meet your husband and kids one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but definitely not the least, Ragu and Kash. One macha and one bai. One's a Liverpudian? and the other a Gunner. Ragu the playa' and Kash the sweet-talker. Both also scandal with our UK trainers.hehehe...Blackman rules la macha! Nonetheless, they are the best advisors when it comes to women trouble. By the way, I'd like to extend my congratulations to Ragu for being promoted as a Mentor. I know you have the potential from day 1. Coz u talk cock la fucker. But I still got much love for u nigga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that sums it up. To the gang, I love ya'll with absolutely no equivocations. Let's do lunch one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112644421758066794?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112644421758066794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112644421758066794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112644421758066794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112644421758066794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/open-letter-to-my-beloved-colleagues.html' title='An open letter to my beloved colleagues.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16575099.post-112634502011217500</id><published>2005-09-10T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:53:26.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zippidydooda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uhuh..u read it rite..i, Faidz, have started my own blog. I have finally conformed and now here I am. After numerous attempts of circumventing, I have succumbed. cam sial... It's not that i have anything against blogging, but to me it just doesn't feel right airing your dirty laundry..or even clean ones to the public. Don't get me wrong, I love reading blogs, in fact I'm kinda addicted to it. But I dunno...it's probably coz i have nothing much to say and tell, so that's why I'm against creating one. My life is that &lt;strong&gt;DULL&lt;/strong&gt; I tell ya'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, here I am. Hoping for encountering exciting journeys to happen along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enjoy my word vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16575099-112634502011217500?l=nik-faidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/feeds/112634502011217500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16575099&amp;postID=112634502011217500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112634502011217500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16575099/posts/default/112634502011217500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nik-faidz.blogspot.com/2005/09/zippidydooda.html' title='zippidydooda.'/><author><name>faidz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911768889649309277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/31/14/244113/29435109723365l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
