<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 20:53:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>.</title><description></description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-2790014421502629515</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-24T02:59:49.763+08:00</atom:updated><title>period</title><description>i like writing but hate starting.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-2790014421502629515?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/05/period.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-6557679552635157682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T00:48:34.882+08:00</atom:updated><title>kutub magnet</title><description>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;perasan tak bahawa org yg kita benci tu sebenarnye mencerminkan diri kita. kita menolak seolah² terlalu bnyk persamaan yg mencanang kebencian. persaingan? mungkin. overshadow? pun mungkin.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-6557679552635157682?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/01/magnet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-1685559659901205595</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2011 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-09T01:12:38.752+08:00</atom:updated><title>pengsan</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k, ni dah masuk kali ke&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;berape riban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tah aku dicop as playboy. ye, yg pandai mengayat spontan manis mcm gula tu laaaa.. aku x tau mana silap aku.. aku sasul ckp ke, perbuatan aku ke, sikap aku ke, fizikal aku ke, ape yg aku type ke.. x pernah terlintas utk menjadi seperti apa yg disangka. nak tutup mulut sekor², pengsan la camneeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewarasnya, aku x pernah play around with girls feeling whatsoever. aku memang suka berkawan dan berada apabila diperlukan dan tolong whatever fits the situation, tapi xdela pulak bagi HARAPAN kt sesape aku TAK yakin sesuai jadi permaisuri hidup aku. it's all about chemistry and acceptance. lagipun aku ni nmpk je yakin, tapi  aku belum tabah dari segi mental...sesape yg kenal rapat ngn aku, pasti faham ape yg aku cuba nak sampaikan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, mmng TAK la aku ni playboy. Infact,  dah dua kali perlumbaan utk memenangi hati wanita yg disanjung dipintas oleh.. sape lg kalau si playboy2 ni.. sudah semestinya aku benci dan marah. dan bile aku marah dan xsuka dgn perbuatan tersebut, would i like to be one of them? HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prinsip yg aku pegang adalah berdasarkan hukum karma. aku xsuke wanita yg dr kalangan players, so aku pun haruslah jgn jadi player bukan? tu la yg aku pegang hingga ke hari ni. maka bila dilabel playboy, amatlah sakit hati sbb wanita yg aku minat sure akan TURN OFF gile... but when others yg jadi playboy mengurat si wanita pilihan hati, eh mau pule. mcm HARAM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendek kata, jgn dgr ckp org selagi xkenal hati budi tuan empunya badan. kita ada akal yg rasional, maka bertindak lah yg berpatutan. moga diberkati Allah. wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: kagum dgn confidence level org cmni, tapi xsuke toying around mcm tukar baju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-1685559659901205595?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/01/pengsan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-7926591651600170887</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-05T22:45:11.493+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dilemma</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSSC9FZw0oI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Yy9FuZ5tkY8/s1600/dilemma_bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSSC9FZw0oI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Yy9FuZ5tkY8/s320/dilemma_bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711826015900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought that i need to gain another 2-4 kilogram to make it 62kg. Need to bulk-up a little bit.. but since that i got myself a mountain bike, it is an uphill battle. if i gain weight, i loose the swiftness needed in doing the sports i enjoy most.. on the other hand.. i want to buff-up to build more self-confidence n etc. i can't have both, but i can have something in between aite? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-7926591651600170887?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/01/dilemma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSSC9FZw0oI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Yy9FuZ5tkY8/s72-c/dilemma_bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-1987434748235374641</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-05T01:32:52.447+08:00</atom:updated><title>habit</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSNZjxLvbEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vDK2nB5vvMI/s1600/irzaim_aussie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSNZjxLvbEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vDK2nB5vvMI/s320/irzaim_aussie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558384836138200130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;abit. semua org ade habit kan.? gigit kuku, pusing² pensel kt jari, bergendang kt meja, gigit straw, twitch kening, habit slang dlm percakapan, bertangguh, stretch dan amek angin every few hours mengadap pc kt ofis..dan macam² variasi rutin dan perlakuan yg diulang² tanpa disedari baik atau buruk. Menurut yg difahamkan, habit ini adalah proses pembelajaran yg paling ringkas apabila didedahkan dgn sesuatu stimulus yg kerap. Selalunye terjadi dalam proses pembesaran pra-baligh. sebagai contoh, kalau anak lelaki, bapak dh ajar kencing berdiri, smapi ke besarla dia wat cmtu n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit ni pulak, ada kalanya menjengkelkan sangat, comel, meningkatkan produktiviti, melemahkan semangat dan lain². .. ringkasnya, ia akan menerangkan personaliti si pengamal habit tersebut. aku lak jenis yg mempunyai habit lepas setel urusan kt tandas, harus tutup penutup jamban tu. Sbb geli &amp;amp; scary tgk bende tu terbukak. Kemungkinan time kecik dulu terpengaruh tgk citer hantu yg tgn dia merayap kuar dr jamban, tu pasal aku tutup. rasenyela sbb aku pun dh x ingat kenape. yg pasti, aku wat rutin tu everytime kt tandas peribadi aa. kt tandas awam x pulak. biar je bkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jugak jenis yg suke jaga privacy dlm bilik, xsuka org luar tgk apa yg ada dlm bilik. nk memekak menjerit ke, keep it to ourself. whats inside, stay inside. xperlu satu dunia tau. so, pintu mesti sentiasa tutup rapat. if x rapat pun, at least jgn bg nmpk side aku aa. huhu.. xtau la org lain cmne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time kecik² dulu suke sgt gigit kuku dan suka kelip² mater walaupun x gatal.. mak marah , so dah x wat. kat meja makan, kalau kunyah bising pun, parents dh bising.. dengan itu amalan tu x dibuat lagi.. Conceptually, habit ni boleh dipupuk dgn ade external stimuli yg sgt berpengaruh. Rakan sebaya, keluarga, TV, keadaan semasa dan sebagainya. Maka, dgn itu pilihlah stimuli yg baik², dgn siapa kita bergaul, dgn siapa kita bersosial, dgn siapa kita berinteraksi, semua itu akan membentuk diri kita. Namun, sekuat² mana stimuli tu pun, diri sendiri  tetap coach yg terkuat sbb faktor kematangan dlm hidup. So, nak pilih teman istmewa pun, jenguk2 lah keluarga dan rakan² rapat mereka... hanya utk penilian sendiri.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-1987434748235374641?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/01/habit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TSNZjxLvbEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vDK2nB5vvMI/s72-c/irzaim_aussie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-623324786687581253</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-02T00:35:35.790+08:00</atom:updated><title>melihat nombor berlangsing, bak selamanya ku menunggu</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TR9W7hb39mI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/v7Acs-lYyOY/s1600/Meadow%2Bof%2BLife-benHeine-irzaimblogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TR9W7hb39mI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/v7Acs-lYyOY/s320/Meadow%2Bof%2BLife-benHeine-irzaimblogspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557256045786035810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-keindahan menunggu disebalik apa yg kita tak ketahui-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 masihi. Berlalu sudah 2010. Usiaku semakin mendekati angka dua puluh tujuh. , Namun,  kesannya masih tak sudah. Tentunya kerna perjuangan ku masih belum selesai sehingga saatnya ku menggenggam kejayaan yg dah lama kuidamkan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini kakak aku bakal memecah tradisi, sebagai warga keluarga pertama yg bakal berumah tangga dgn pilihan hatinya. Menyingkap saat lepas, tak mudah dia jatuh hati pada seseorang - seperti aku ni. Tapi xperla sebab tuhan lebih mengetahui apa yg terbaik utk hambanya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ditemani sebuah hobi baru. Berbasikal!. bunyi mcm agak tamak, sebab betapa besarnya nafsu untuk memiliki itu ini. Koleksi demi koleksi hobi telah terkumpul. fotografi, wall climbing, berenang, work-out di gym... semuanya berhabisan duit untuk memuaskan hati. yela, hati kosong, maka bercintalah dgn hobi. hehe.. Mulai masa tersebut, masa lapang hujung minggu diisi dgn tunggangan menghirup udara alam. weeehuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik aku yg paling kecik tu pulak dah semakin tinggi, baru mencecah tingkatan dua (14 tahun) dan hampir separas dengan aku. Masih ade banyak masa untuk melampai lebih tinggi. nampaknya, aku la lelaki paling rendah dalam keluarga, taaaapi, (ha ade tapi tu) azam dan keinginan tak la serendah tu kaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak misi dan impian kalau diizinkan, ingin ditunaikan pada 2011 ni. Terkesima melihat coretan diari gambar pengembara ke tanah asing seperti di jordan, turkey, itali, sepanyol, jepun dan lain2. Dengan itu,  tersemat di dada utk kesana satu masa nanti. Lalu, mata pun berkaca menyaksikan keindahan rakaman foto tersebut. subhanallah. panjangkan usiaku untuk mengecapinya, ameen. Terlintas jugak dihati untuk berkarier disana jika rezeki yg terbaik ada disana, sape tahu kan apa yg di tanah air ni hanya ujian utk mematangkan diri untuk melangkah lebih jauh..... hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Satu masa nanti setelah selesai melepasi saat berduri ini, aku harap semuanya  berbaloi. hikmah yg besar bakal mendatang insyaAllah. kesabaran dan iman mengatasi segalanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-623324786687581253?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2011/01/melihat-nombor-berlangsing-bak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/TR9W7hb39mI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/v7Acs-lYyOY/s72-c/Meadow%2Bof%2BLife-benHeine-irzaimblogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-149420411963075447</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-23T21:58:35.179+08:00</atom:updated><title>termenung</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asalah timbul bila kita berharap. jadi, nak ceria hidup hanya pandang  kedepan. lihat apa yg kita akan rugi jika masih dok kat takuk tu je"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-149420411963075447?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/12/termenung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-4620308683070178897</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-30T00:26:00.070+08:00</atom:updated><title>circle runner</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THqIle2qbII/AAAAAAAAA38/E-YMLJ1pUkw/s1600/circle+runner_irzaim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THqIle2qbII/AAAAAAAAA38/E-YMLJ1pUkw/s320/circle+runner_irzaim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510867271560096898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I am too tired, even to be happy, but i need to, just to finish the race  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am running in a jungle. Running as fast as i could, thinking that i will reach the end with this momentum. But along the way, i got confused; i met with several runners with maps in their hands. Me? I forgot to bring mine? Or is it? Maybe i am so desperate to reach the end without planning on which routes i should take to reach there. Silly me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then i stop to catch my breath. Minds started playing games. Should i turn back? or should i go on? I am tired if this, i am tired. Perhaps is should stay here watching runners passing by for a while and hope one would stop and accompany me and have a chat. but no one stops. so i walk instead of run, at least i am going somewhere rather then nowhere, right?..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As i walk, a battalion of runners whom none i could recognize at all, passes by.  I thought, they must be new runners but they caught up rather quickly. Each left me with fumes of dust flavored with mud and rotten leaves. i felt despaired, but at the same time sparked the rage to be strong and finish what has been started. so here i go again.. i continued on walking and building up pace, in no time i started running again.  As i covered many grounds, they most terrifying thing happened, my running performance deteriorates. my tight calf muscles holding me back, each strikes of my foot brings pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; am doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Luckily kind runners stopped and gave me help. They gave me drinks and medical stuff to let me run again. But as much help as i could receive. None could stay with me. Because, reaching the end is the goal remember? Says one of the runners which happen to be a friend of mine who ran with me way back at the starting line but got split along the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am alone under the stunning sun at dusk. One by one left me. Most have reached the end. i even saw them in helicopters up above with blazers on. In their grasp are their trophies and medals, hovering above the sky to reach new horizons perhaps searching for a new race to race? Of which i do not know. What i knew was, they are finishers of the race and winners as well. Envy them so much. One day I will too get there..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So i tied my lace, and strive to complete the race. Slowly but surely the race will be over. at least even without maps, i have running trails in front of me to follow and now i know, speed is not everything, it's endurance... be strong zaim. Something great awaits you..Ameen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;p/s: prayed that everything happens for a reason. ^_^ &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-4620308683070178897?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/08/circle-runner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THqIle2qbII/AAAAAAAAA38/E-YMLJ1pUkw/s72-c/circle+runner_irzaim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-5507237066118545185</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-24T06:30:59.503+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bagiku terlalu indah</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THLzpFSo3RI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rJAimoJLabk/s1600/DSC_7237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THLzpFSo3RI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rJAimoJLabk/s320/DSC_7237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508733181348076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- sms -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;agiku terlalu indah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu adalah sebaris bait lagu yg sedang terdendang kt corong headphone aku ni .ttibe tergerak lak nk tulis blog sebab mcm ade bende nak type berkaitan ngn bait lagu tu. Lagipun, dah alang² menaip thesis report, kire jari-jemari ni dh cukup warm-up la sebab dr tadi dok menaip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terfikir, adelah semenjak dua menjak ni (around mei kot) , been keeping in touch with this particular girl. dia ada rupa dan gaya yg boleh dikategorikan sbg my type la, sopan berhijab, ala² keibuan, matang dsb. Tp tu semua sekadar penilaian luaran la. Korek punye korek, Gali punye gali, rupe²nye dia dah ade special someone. as expected. Tapi, pada satu hari tu adela nmpk satu lorong peluang sbb dia  baru break....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnye jauh sebelum tempoh tersebut, aku mula contact ngan dia since jumpa kt facebook sejak hujung tahun 2009/awal tahun 2010 lagi sbb mutual friends dia ramai. mutual friends dia is budak sekola menengah kt shah alam tu, she's my batch. tak pernah bercakap ngn dia sbb time skola dia free hair, n perhaps low profile... sungguh berbeza 12 tahun lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai seorang wanita yg perlukan tempat mengadu dan bahu utk bersandar, sudah tentu dia x tenang kalau xde teman bicara kan. ha, kat situ la bermulanya kisah pahit dan manis aku dan dia. (haha poyonye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya menjadi diri aku la, tolong apa yg perlu, mendengar dan memberi pendapat apa adanya. macam² dia kongsi bersama aku. aku pun x tau kenape. aku bg sokongan kt dia ble dia criter dia ade masalah dgn bf dia, bg aku x elok la kalau nak amek kesempatan cucuk dia dlm saat mcm tu kan. nak dipendekkan crite. dia akhirnya break atas sebab yg dia dah ceritakan sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ni la lorong yg aku cakap tadi, tak bersedia nak lalui ape pun cuma hanya bersms dan berhubung melalui fb je. just tunjuk concern. shes quite a nice person la over the line and over the internet. kami slalu la criter nice bits dlm melalui liku² hidup masing². pada satu hari, dia nak balik malaysia (ya, dia bekerja dia luar negara). dah plan nak jumpe, siap aku nk pikap lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakan daya, dah 2 kali dia ckp nk jumpe, tetibe cancel.  xde sebab yg jelas. nak call tanak angkat. time tu aku sedih la sangat. buat pertama kali dlm hidup aku minat kt seseorang dan gagal, aku call mak aku, aku menangis ckp yg aku sedih sangat tentang perkara ni. sebelum ni, aku xpernah berbicara soal hati kt mak sndiri. Sesungguhnya aku dah terlalu mendalam berharap kat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar kt atas tu adalah satu sms yg aku x dpt lupa dari dia. bacalah sendiri. malas nk explain sbb kalau anda dah baca sampai barisan ni, jelaslah anda faham bahasa melayu. hehehe. ape yg aku leh simpulkan ialah xperlula berharap sgt kt org cmni. skang ni pun aku malas nk start tegur dulu if she gets online kt ym or fb. dah lame xsms ngn dia kecuali wish ramadhan. no more than that. Tp dia dah start ym dulu.tp aku x se-excited dulu la. sbb dia ni seolah xde pendirian, bile dia nak baik², dia akan start tegur, kalau x, xde sebarang notis dia akan biarkan aku terpinga² dalam perbualan di ym. pelik kan. mcm²la pompuan ni!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku akhiri blog yg tak berape nak best ni, aku tau aku minat org cmtu, so aku harus prepare la dgn konfrontasi yg pedih cmni lg dimase depan. ...kasih betul aku ye kt wanita cmni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: harap one day, aku dpt jugak memiliki seorang wanita yg boleh sama² masuk ke syurgaMu. ameen. salam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-5507237066118545185?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/08/bagiku-terlalu-indah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/THLzpFSo3RI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rJAimoJLabk/s72-c/DSC_7237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-1364019812930500660</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-22T04:57:09.287+08:00</atom:updated><title>Blog bersawang</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ah bersawang blog ni.  Mcm xde ape menarik utk nk dipost dan rsenye xde sape pedulik pun nk bace. haha. hari ni just sahur typical everyday meal je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYAM + SAYUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lain² side dishes tu hanya penghias dan pengisi ruang perut je. But 2 bende diatas tu wajib meh. Tapi yg kenot go tu time² nk g makan pagi2 bute ni la pak tam dan pak putih nk tapau sekali. eh puase ke? x salah, cume utamakn la org yg wajib berpuasa ok. chalo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-1364019812930500660?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/08/puase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-2824307572154504142</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T21:29:52.047+08:00</atom:updated><title>The time that i may need</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urning 26, what a better time to be in a very stable relationship but there are always things that set me back. I have choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....but i know what i want and i know what i need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take it positively, Allah gave me time to become up-to-par for a  woman that is pretty, mature and motherly that i seek to become a mother to my offspring. Currently, I look, speak and act believably not mature enough and i am not  quite the 'fatherly' figure to match that type of woman. i have to become mentally strong and can't be affected much emotion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time does arrive, i am ready to merry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-2824307572154504142?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-that-i-may-needt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-7276327312588285225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-23T12:22:26.200+08:00</atom:updated><title>islam pada nama</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;aman sekarang ni.rase macam solat 5 waktu tu ialah optional jerk. Nak buat, dipersilakan, tak nak buat, lantak kau lah kubur lain².Ye, memang betul kubur lain² tapi kesan kt masyarakat sama² tanggung beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape yg dikesalkan, awek yg alahai ayunye, cantik bertudung, lengkap menutup aurat ala² wanita solehah la katekan, pun tak solat. Rugi rasenye, sbb luar cantik, dalam kurang cantik.  Camne nk jadi ibu kepada anak², ape nk didik kt mereka, ape pegangan yg nk digenggam nanti. Nak kate mereke keliru, ramai je berpendidikan, ibu bapa pun nampak cukup berpengetahuan. Silapnya bukan pada orang tua, tp diri sendiri sebab semua dah baligh dan kemampuan akal dah terletak pada diri sendiri, bukan lagi boleh disuruh² mcm budak kecik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu belum lagi yg sangat pemurah. Nak amek lebih boleh, nak amek sikit boleh. So, ape lg yg istimewa utk si suami bile dah berkahwin nanti. semua dah diberi pada ex mereka. adoila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau nk masuk bab minum arak, dah ramai rasenye berbuat demikian, tapi yg peliknye, babi xnk pulak makan. alang² derang dh 'halal'kan arak, apsal x 'halal'kan babi pulak. nmpk sgt mereka, ade akal utk memilih, tp pilihan derang bnyk dh dikaburi dgn kehidupan bersosial yg bnyk dipengaruhi dari barat. Tapi kalau yg dh 'halal'kan semua, terpulang sebab setiap tindakan kita dirangkumi hukum² dan undang².&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: aku xsempurna sgt, cume boleh memikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-7276327312588285225?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/03/islam-pada-nama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-3551974535403771458</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T14:37:15.037+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Life</category><title>Entahla</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AoSdj98tI/AAAAAAAAA08/2ip6C2K-Wp8/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AoSdj98tI/AAAAAAAAA08/2ip6C2K-Wp8/s320/lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449399846756545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alam. Sejak kebelakangan ni, aku semakin menjauhkan diri daripada 'terlalu' bersosial. Dah 2 bulan lebih kurang la camni. Aku rasa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to take a break&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape yg aku dapati, aku semakin janggal la ble nk berbual dan bersosial. Tak seperti dulu, sekali-sekala berkaraoke, makan kat luar ngn geng² rapat, tengok wayang, main futsal, climbing kat wall, and aku leh je 'fit-in' untuk berbual dan mencelah dengan 'komedi sundal' yg aku rasa memaparkan personaliti aku yg happy-go-lucky. Macam² boleh aku bualkan, tapi semenjak tempoh ini 'bermula' aku dah kehabisan idea bila nk berbual. Sekarang ni, aku lebih banyak memilih jalan tengah, memilih sikap 'entahla'.. maksud dia, aku tak sombong, dan tak juga terlalu mesra.. jadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;entahla... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pilih jalan ini buat sementara waktu sebenarnya untuk fokus kt final year project dan subjek² yang tinggal sikit je lagi untuk melengkapkan requirement untuk nak grad nanti. Tapi, xdela aku fokus 100% kt perkara² tersebut. Cuma aku mengizinkan lebih masa dan peluang untuk menyelesaikannya walau ada yg tertangguh, tapi tetap ade progress. tak salah, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa² terluang yg lain aku isi dengan aktiviti yg menyihatkan seperti berjogging, berenang dan work-out di gym. Bg aku, ia membebaskan aku daripada 'terkurung' di dalam bilik. Syukur, setakat ni, aku masih sihat dengan kekuatan yang memuaskan cuma aku masih mencari rutin riadah yang dapat menguatkan mental dan emosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak pelik sebab orang kaitkan aku dengan 'tough' tapi hakikatnya, fizikal je yg 'tough' tapi ironinya, emosi aku tak reflect kekuatan fizikal. Bile dah keseorangan tu, mulela fikir macam². Tentang jodoh, tentang hala tuju kewangan, tentang perkara² yg masih belum selesai. Hati terlalu kering dan rapuh sekarang ni. Maka, peluang di masa inilah masa yang sesuai untuk aku muhasabah diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-3551974535403771458?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/03/entahla.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AoSdj98tI/AAAAAAAAA08/2ip6C2K-Wp8/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-5699489793092253198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T14:37:15.038+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Life</category><title>Berhabuk</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6ApmHShJ7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/xJoSjh6EwT0/s1600-h/lulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6ApmHShJ7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/xJoSjh6EwT0/s320/lulu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449401283886786482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ame betul x update blog ni. sebenarnye bnyk je mase nk update, cume asyik tangguh². dan bukan sape nk bace pun. hambar betul. dan kalau ade bnyk bnde nk criter pun, rase malas nk criter. aha. skang ni pun bnyk dh isolate ngn org. rsenye aku perlukan permulaan baru. episod baru utk kembali rasa 'segar' jike faham maksud aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-5699489793092253198?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/03/berhabuk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6ApmHShJ7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/xJoSjh6EwT0/s72-c/lulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-4973406689791704452</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T14:37:15.039+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Life</category><title>it's 5 mins after 7 in the morning..</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AqPu0xLxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l-tDwNaG0a0/s1600-h/lili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AqPu0xLxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l-tDwNaG0a0/s320/lili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449401998874062610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ong time no update. and i am still got no updates regarding my status. read my lips. "hell, so what? am happy don't ya!".. tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-4973406689791704452?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-5-mins-after-7-in-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6AqPu0xLxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l-tDwNaG0a0/s72-c/lili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-337490419676442319</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T11:59:42.993+08:00</atom:updated><title>a slight angelic diversion of another you</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; find it to be quite funny to think that the experiences of falling for one that won't fall for you back keep coming back to assist me daily. The perception is that the angel may be lost finding her way through or vice versa, but i consider it as another not-my-lucky day. I hate this competition because this game is not my kind of game. So, i played horridly and have to settle for lower spot but it's ok because i have gotten  used to it. Thus i played wait and see game which is the game played by only me - no opponents required...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when i was bored waiting for her to agree with my interest towards her, i rolled my eye balls towards another girl. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And she is  so angelic&lt;/span&gt; - a type of a lady seen only in my dream. My heart excitedly drummed and am not quite sure why but i can tell why is that so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaging in the new game is like booking myself at a  lower spot again for the farthest corner of my mind agreed to that. For the blood or for the record i will attempt it even without a proper battle plan. Succeeding this game is close to impossible but i believe bruises of the battle is a worth all the chore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-337490419676442319?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/11/slight-angelic-diversion-of-another-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-5941257742488584239</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T14:57:05.048+08:00</atom:updated><title>selamat tinggal</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ari ni aku terpakse dgn berat hati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delete (&lt;/span&gt;di facebook dan yahoo messenger) seorang wanita yg dahulunya sentiasa dihatiku yg satu ketika dulu aku kenali di kampus. Bukan bertindak melulu, tapi demi kebaikan kerana selame ni puas aku berfikiran positif dan sabar je dgn karenah dia yg susah betul nk reply ym dan wall post kt fb.. ape berdosa ke kalau reply?....even sbg seorang sahabat pun.? WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dr terus sakit hati nmpk dia online di ym dan nampak updates dari dia kt facebook (atau aku yg sendiri sengaja view page dia), lebih baik lagi aku delete je dia dr keduanya sbb sudah terang² dia xpedulikan aku, maka kenape aku perlu pedulikan dia? aku pelajari, lagi kurang aku mengetahui tentang dia, lebih tenang hidup aku dan lagi cepat aku dpt teruskan hidup aku yg banyak lagi belum aku tempuhi. Betullah kata org cinta x harus memiliki. Selesai sudah 'perhubungan' aku dgn dia. harap berbahagialah dia kerna itu pilihan yg dia mahukan dan  itu lah cara dia yg perlu aku hormati mau atau tidak (yg aku rasa agak kasar dan sombong) ..tiada sesiapa boleh memaksa.. tp jika bertemu lagi disuatu masa,  xsalah je nk memberi sekuntum senyuman..tidak lebih dari itu. dibawah adalah petikan kata² dari satu blog luar yg sama aplikasinya..berbunyi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was so busy missing you, I missed someone else standing right in front of me. Now I’m missing them instead..(seriously, missing you now is stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;harap paham..sekian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: tak suka org sombong.. sbb akan merugikan diri sendiri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your lack of apology make me sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-5941257742488584239?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/10/selamat-tinggal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-6296008677982813514</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T14:40:55.044+08:00</atom:updated><title>Klik</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6HK6zPu3UI/AAAAAAAAA2c/iCHgqRFwv9Q/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6HK6zPu3UI/AAAAAAAAA2c/iCHgqRFwv9Q/s320/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449860135632428354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;finally! syukur pada tuhan, dpt jgk beli DSLR - Nikon D90.. puas hati jgk sbb dpt beli skali prime lense 50mm 1.8 dan kit lens 18-105.. wuhu.. syukur²! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-6296008677982813514?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/11/klik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/S6HK6zPu3UI/AAAAAAAAA2c/iCHgqRFwv9Q/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-5457963163373069482</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T00:21:02.696+08:00</atom:updated><title>a race to remember</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SticMTD5uNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/xjHn2_JlBvE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SticMTD5uNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/xjHn2_JlBvE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393232288865171666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- from the energy bars we ate, up to the unnecessary leap i did before we head home..all were summarized in one pic -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nder trained, under developed muscle endurance, and without many rigorous training, i only just plan to finish the &lt;a href="http://www.perhentianislandchallenge.com/"&gt;race&lt;/a&gt; for the sake of gaining experience. Prepped up for the race (perhaps more for the vacation! haha), the three of us  (Hasnor, Hilmy and I) went for a course that we will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially registered as Elite Men but we decided to change to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novice Men&lt;/span&gt;, as the presence of legendary blacks really do shake the determination we brought along from Cyberjaya. We believed that they were here to dominate and to humiliate people like us, three super underdogs. =D. Agreed by the organizers, we then officially shifted to novice men category and were bunched up with  plain, normal and average joe. We were happy since the pressure has loosened up, and the fun is all ours! so we were here more for the thrill and discovering our limits... as the event's motto goes.&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's Saturday, the big day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Saturday, the big day. Geared up, posted numbers on our shirts, filling our water bag with glucose drink, downed some meals, we were ready to take on the challenge! The game however begins on the opposite island (Pulau Perhentian Kecil) from the island where we stayed (Teluk Keke, Pulau Perhentian Besar). As we arrived there, we were greeted with opening ceremony by the villagers since this race was part of visit Terengganu calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado we began revving up our engine by doing a little training and stretching. Our race began at 10:30, the time ticks so fast n soon i found myself running in the packs! i was in terrible state during the run. The sun really do 'helps' in draining liquids of my body, so a few stops were inevitable. Around 1 hour of running passes by, the course change abruptly and turned into a race to the hospital instead. One of my friend, Hasnor 'withdrew' from the race because he later collapsed and he began to show signs of heat stroke. He failed to summon the strength he had and his body gradually failing him. Bubbles and vomits were spilled every now and then, n there goes his breakfast he had this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"At that moment, i recalled the cheerful and regular gym goer looks of him.. but it all gone at that instant"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tension builds up, as i am the first at the scene before it all goes worst. At that moment, i recalled the cheerful and regular gym goer looks of him.. but it all gone at that instant. He was very pale and loose the sense of mind. He went amok and grabbed barbed plants in his bare hands without pain. His body scraped everything in the path while he unswiftly moved, twist and turned at the race trail on the forest floor..maybe to leave a reminder when he later wakes up. Many racers of many kind offered helps by giving their drinks, instructions, exchanging ideas and some were arrogant enough to totally ignore. He was taken out from the spot by a make-shift stretcher to the nearby shore to be picked by police boat and transferred to a Rescue Boat from the Hospital. We wondered where are the marshals and volunteers of PIC '09 when we really need them. I am so regret to him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/Stic8hxR8II/AAAAAAAAA0M/CUd7g_JHAp4/s1600-h/DSC_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/Stic8hxR8II/AAAAAAAAA0M/CUd7g_JHAp4/s320/DSC_0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393233117447319682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i'm ok he said -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The hospital boat and the van that carried us along really speeds to the hospital, but the reactions and response of the medical crews are slow to compare. This is their profession, but it was not up to par for me. After all the medical attentions were given, he stayed for a night at the ward to be released the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: Moral of the story:  we humans are as strong as our weakest link, and do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAIN, REST and EAT well&lt;/span&gt; prior to any endurance events such as this. the rest we leave it to Allah.  A good read for endurance training. feel free to &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/subtopic/0,7123,s6-238-244-255-0,00.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-5457963163373069482?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SticMTD5uNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/xjHn2_JlBvE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-2012157106671669477</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T08:21:49.476+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Life</category><title>baju melayu syawal '09</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SrloPcVb5pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2-1XrrQVGlk/s1600-h/raya_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SrloPcVb5pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2-1XrrQVGlk/s320/raya_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384449444011566738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ebaran, selalunye memang bertembung dgn tarikh peperiksaan. Dengan itu cacatla sedikit lebaran tu sbb fikiran x memusat ke lebaran sahaja, bahkan  ke peperiksaan yg bakal mengunjung jugak, cuak beb nk exam! makan kuih raye sambil bersengkang mata dgn nota² la nampaknye (lah sgt..ekeke)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kali ni raye dgn berbaju melayu kuning ala² emas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan pilihan utama warna tersebut, tp itulah harga yg perlu dibayar apabila membeli-belah lambat. Pilihan amatlah limited, warna pilihan edisi tahun ini (hitam) juga sangatlah kurang dan kalau ada pun, potongan fabrik dia amatlah mengecewakan kerna tiada variasi, lawa lagi baju melayu tahun lepas.. Corak materialnya pula tak berkenan dek hati. maka ape yg sempat sambar, sambar jela dgn hati yg kurang puas, maka tersambarlah baju melayu kaler kuning ala² emas tuh. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiap² tahun di kompleks PKNS shah alam, mmng ada jualan lewat malam penghabisan stok utk hari raya, inilah juga peluang terbaik yg ditunggu oleh para pemburu jualan murah mendapatkan pakaian raya dan kuih raya dgn harga runtuh. Famili aku pun tak terkecuali tergolong dlm golongan para pemburu. aku pon ikut je lah menonong, dh kate big boss yg pegang duit. haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan itu bermulalah episode serik berasak² dengan para pembeli yg rakus. kami tibe lewat iaitu sekitar pukul 11:20+ malam, tepat pada masa kerakusan memuncak  dimana aktiviti tercium dgn siku dan bahu seperti wajib dilakukan rela atau tidak. alahai.. nk kejar masa sebelum penjual bungkus pulang ke rumah punya pasal, habis kalut semua jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah masing² dari famili kami mampu menarik nafas lega dgn hasil masing², maka berakhirlah hari terakhir ramadhan, untuk disambut pula oleh syawal. selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: dah name baju melayu ke, sampai mmng xde beza potongannye?.. gile suks dow..ape kurang kreatif atau terlalu terikat dgn tradisi? entahla..setakat variasi warna, corak pada fabrik, rekaan pada dada (sgt jarang, kecuali di butik²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;) dan jenis fabrik (linen, satin silk n etc..) sahaja.. adeh hambar²... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-2012157106671669477?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/09/baju-melayu-syawal-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SrloPcVb5pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2-1XrrQVGlk/s72-c/raya_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-4573677196710202337</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T12:36:59.819+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tetingkap Petala ke Tujuh</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uhu! baru upgrade ke Windows 7 x64 (Win7x64). First impression through interface dia is not much different la dari windows Vista yg telah setahun+ aku gunakan. Aero theme n spesifikasi semua bla² u go check kt reviews dr laman web komputer yang tersohor lah oke. Hanye aku leh nyatakan so far so good, suke bangat dgn care tasks dan open folders di cluster kn kt taskbar. Jauh lebih kemas dari windows sebelumnye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time nk install tu aku run into problems yg sgt sengal, folder yg mengandungi dokemen penting-giler (dalam partition lain) aku terlupe nak decrypt sebelum install Win7x64 ni, so encyption key dia LOST dlm WinVista yg telah diformat! so, folder tu terus dlm keadaan diencrypt sehingglah ke dlm environment Win7x64.. haih.. pening punye pening, barulah aku teringat, aku pernah backup encryption key dia kt dlm thumbdrive..belek punye belek kt dlm thumbdrive, 'pintu' dokumen tu akhirnye berjaya dibuke! haih. mampos aku klu key dia xde! syukur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, part software pulak ade problem, tp rsenye bukan sbb windows, sbb pernah berlaku kt WinVista, adobe photoshop CS3@CS4 xleh diinstall.tp after berhari² menghadap kegagalan akhirnye aku berjaya install software tersebut dan siap full version lg.. aku  dah x pakai installer yg lama which comes sekali dgn crack files, tp this time aku download and install TRIALWARE pastu aku crack-kan later.. yeah.. then the rest follows smoothly xdemasalah. Most probably akan pakai Win7x64 for few years tanpa mengformat, hanya maintenance harian je yg perlu dijalankan.. sekian bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-4573677196710202337?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/09/tetingkap-petala-ke-tujuh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-2169966294743264653</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:02:29.369+08:00</atom:updated><title>Egois</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gois. Entiti yg ade kat semua orang. Kerana jika kita tidak mempunyai ego, maka tiadalah tumbuhnye bangunan yg banyak mencakar langit dimuke bumi ini, tiadalah manusia memperagakan apa yg mereka banggakan, perlumbaan dlm apa jua bidang menjadi kurang hangat, saingan menjadi hambar,  tiada kemajuan dalam ekonomi, sosial..anda senaraikanlah segala...... ringkasannya, rendahlah lah harga diri jika tiada ego..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun persepsi kita semua berbeza, secare am-nya semua kategori ego memberi kesan yg berlainan mengikut cara ia diaplikasikan. Sebagai contoh, jika orang yg berstatus memperagakan rangkaian seleksi barangan berjenama, dikira tak pelik bukan? malah sgt sesuai lagi kerna status dan ego-nya yg tinggi kena dengan pangkat dan jasa yang dicurahkan pada masyarakat. Tetapi jika yg kurang mampu berbuat demikian, bersedialah untuk dicemuh. kn? kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg ingin dikaitkan disini, ego jugak memainkan peranan antara perhubungan bapa dan anak, insan yang mencintai dan dicintai dan sebagainya. Hubungan antara ayah aku sendiri dihancurkan oleh beberapa elemen, sebagai contoh: ego. Masing2 tak mahu mengalah walaupun bagi aku, dia yg bersalah dalam hal ini (ha, ego juga tuh...hehe). Perbalahan dari segi kedudukan dalam keluarga sering menjadi isu, hak diketepikan, kejujuran termansuh, saling tidak percaya mempercayai wujud, sikap menyebelahi sebelah pihak (bias) dan ketidakadilan semua sedikit sebanyak berkaitan dengan ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai orang yg jarang gile marah kat sesiape, lebih2 lagi membenci, aku lebih gemar bersikap neutral, x tunjuk bengang dan juge tak tunjuk suka. Sekali sekala ada juga gagal berbuar demikian lalu tercetus perang saudara. Berani aku katakan kemaafan tak akan dihulur selagi ego ny x ditepis. tamat cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkenaan kekasih hati pula, aku tak boleh nak menyalahkan atau memaksa sesiapa menyukai aku kerana wanita tersebut turut punyai ego ... seperti aku. Pernah aku rendahkan ego aku untuk menyampaikan isi hati, tapi haram tak terbalas hingga kini. Aku tak suka orang yg egois. Namun, aku lemah, aku masih meletakkan sedikit harapan untuknya kembali menabur senyuman yg ikhlas. Aku boleh melupakan ego nya.. tapi sampai bila ia akan berakhir. Gila dibuatnya.. ah bakarlah kerete aku agar aku ada alasan yg solid untuk melupakan dia selamanya.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- disini, tak mengharap dan berharap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: pernah berjanji untuk mengetepikan ego antara bapa dan anak jika cintaku disambut oleh dia yg aku cintai. oh permudahkan laluan hidupku. amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-2169966294743264653?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/09/egois.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-4357781186549221190</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T17:59:27.547+08:00</atom:updated><title>serabut aku kabut</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;esok exam. oh oh takut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; tapi aku masih leka menaip ape meraban ntah yang aku repekkan. ah, aku menaip atas dasar meluahkan agar jiwa menjadi kurang kacau.. kurang atau lebih fokus itu kemudian criter, kang jadi gile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;oh oh&lt;/span&gt; lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-4357781186549221190?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/08/esok-exam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-2430933356003003855</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T17:47:34.485+08:00</atom:updated><title>Merdeka</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SpuZFrVrwQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JyfHFt396fs/s1600-h/1malaysia_zaim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SpuZFrVrwQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JyfHFt396fs/s320/1malaysia_zaim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376058903008887042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eah merdeka! yg ke-52 sejak tahun 1957.. apa yg saye dapat? segalanya! aku mampu hidup aman (walaupun politik negara mcm harem), aku tak berlapar, xde peperangan dan kite semua hidup dlm uniti.. yeah.. tertarik pulak kat lagu ni yg dihasilkan oleh seleberiti² dr AMP..not bad at all. dipersilekan.... 1malaysia. download &lt;a href="http://music.amp-media.net/1Malaysia.mp3"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semlm lepas solat tarawikh member² ajak sambut merdeka di Downtown Cheras.. Jalan² disana luangkan masa bersama teman² yg dikasihi lihat sana sini survey barang². Tak beli ape² sangat pun kerna dompet lopong, tapi pulang tak kosong jugak sbb sempat beli kopiah ala wak² kate Rina. ahaha.. jadilah kan utk nk wat 'basahan'; bermaksud pakai dlm bilik ke, atau pergi solat dekat² je.. Tapi kalau mahu bergaya dan segak sikit, barulah pakai songkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kesesakan downtown. Mereka yg lain telah membeli barang² yang menarik bagi mereka dan kemudian kami bersahuran di Dengkil. Itulah hari merdeka buat aku, buat kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-2430933356003003855?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SpuZFrVrwQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JyfHFt396fs/s72-c/1malaysia_zaim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453254064984468966.post-8980790529176313848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T15:36:29.644+08:00</atom:updated><title>Syukur, 23 terlaksana</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SponqnQ8WDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zl94GnOdfrU/s1600-h/ramadhan09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SponqnQ8WDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zl94GnOdfrU/s320/ramadhan09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375652718268143666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- serba ungu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhamdulillah, setelah beberapa hari tak menunaikan solat sunat tarawikh di masjid, terlaksana jua untuk berbuat demikian di  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masjid Putrajaya&lt;/span&gt;. Terasa hidup kembali bulan Ramadhan ini yang sebelum ini hanye disia²kan dengan hal duniawi seperi menonton wayang, ke gymnasium, dan berkaraoke. Eh, tak menjadi kesalahan pun tetapi tak menjadi kesalahan juga untuk pergi ke masjid; bezanya siap dapat pahala lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbaju melayu dan bersongkok, 23 rakaat aku berjaya gagahi setelah beberapa tahun gagal melakukannya atas alasan kesuntukan masa dan faktor keadaan .... padahal malas je.. hehe.. Semoga aku diberi kekuatan dan kerajinan untuk mengulangi ibadah ini beberapa kali lagi dan moga dipanjangkan umur. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: bersongkok baru..ahaha..tahun lepas punye dh pudar warna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hidup itu indah&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453254064984468966-8980790529176313848?l=irzaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irzaim.blogspot.com/2009/08/syukur-23-terlaksana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Khairul Zaim Ismail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3TcJp5cjIk/SponqnQ8WDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zl94GnOdfrU/s72-c/ramadhan09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>