<?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-7452215960380393582</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:24:39.968+08:00</updated><category term='Random Topics'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category term='Questions Asked'/><category term='What I Bought?'/><category term='Question Asked'/><category term='Something From My Book'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Echo'/><category term='My Heart Speaking'/><category term='Technology Talks'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='My Cars'/><category term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Syairazi's Personal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4193634793241253464</id><published>2012-02-11T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:20:23.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Support Brunei</title><content type='html'>The population in Brunei are balanced for the size of country according to common sense. There are three things I want to talk about. The People, The Workers, and the Money Flow in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Workers in Brunei. I can’t seem to understand why there are not many locals working in most company in Brunei. If there is an actual reason, please state on the newspaper so the people around Brunei knows. I knoe most Bruneians are not as hardworking and talented like other countries that we have to bring the non-local into Brunei to work. I have a thinking, why not bring the best experienced non-local to Brunei and make them train the locals to work. Spent the money they spent on bringing the non-locals to work in Brunei to train the locals to work. Don’t they know that there are many locals who don’t have work? Brunei must have a strong strategy to think about. Why can’t the workers in Brunei think some ways to develop the country. Think a way to improve what’s wrong. I don’t see any improvements. Most Bruneians did when some of us have a say, the Bruneian workers would give an excuse. Why don’t they just accept it, keep it to heart and make a change. I heard in different restaurants and coffee shops, every day in different towns, during lunch or after work hours. What they always did is complain. That is all what they do, complain and complain. They got no motivation to work. It’s their job to survive, if they don’t want to work there just find an easier job and survive with that money just to eat and take care of families. Look at your budget, you make a plan for it, if you don’t have balanced budget then stop spending. Stop complaining about your colleagues, your boss, your money problems, just stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the people, most people in Brunei doesn’t have the will to find their own earnings. When some of the Bruneians did try to find an earnings for them, the other Bruneians tend to bring them down by irrelevant gossips. Example like my friend, Adam Groves who was currently trying to be dropped by the locals. A musician named himself as DJ Qwamii, was not supported much in Brunei but is supported by other countries. Along with some other Local Musicians and some friends who started their own business and now they’re closed and shut just because of gossip. Also some photographers were dropped down, I my self as a computer techician and a photographer was dropped down by gossips too. The Bruneians loves gossip, it’s just wasting time. Take WYWY as an example, people tried to bring them down without any proof that what they said is true. Well, there are different kinds of truth I can say. Your Truth, My Truth, and THE REAL TRUTH. Let Allah be the Judge. The people in Brunei just love to complain. When they don’t have money, they tend to borrow money. The people in Brunei just want easy money. Why don’t they want to work as the grass cutters, or replace the non-local truck drivers. Think people. Think about Brunei. We have to be one. We have to stop the complains and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Money in Brunei. It is not well managed. People are buying new cars most of the time. While there are secondhand cars available. What is the point to buy new cars while most of the locals have no knowledge on the maintenance of the car. We could repair the secondhand car, make them new and drive. We are just like giving money to the other countries. Bruneians tend to spent money in neighboring countries which they think is cheaper than what they have in Brunei. Be supportive dear Bruneians, support the local products. For example the poultery and meats in Brunei. Though it’s pricy, we have to support them. The workers in Brunei who works on controlling the flow of currency in Brunei, think of this. Your advertisement is not good enough. You people may say to me that you tried very hard. I say, no you are not trying hard enough. You know it. You will deny what I say, it’s just so typical for most Bruneians. I myself is a tobacco smoker, I buy Perilly’s Menthol everyday. It’s my right to smoke, it’s my right if I wanted to die. I actually am wanting to die early. People who buys cigarettes that are from neighboring countries, they don’t support what Brunei have. Then, vacation why don’t people think of having a vacation in Temburong or the Empire Hotel itself? I personally find it fun and adventurous. It is about spending time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end what I’m trying to say. I just want to tell you that it’s your right to do what you want. It’s your money to buy what you want. It’s your choice on everything you do. You have your own say. You have a choice. You are the one who make the future. We are the one who make the future. We made our choices. Think about it. What are your choices? Not to support Brunei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/17414994942/brunei"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4193634793241253464?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4193634793241253464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/support-brunei_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4193634793241253464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4193634793241253464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/support-brunei_11.html' title='Support Brunei'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4069153883248787011</id><published>2012-02-11T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:21:26.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>A Book</title><content type='html'>People just underlook me and that’s what I want, also wanting to stay that way. When I drive around. I know who’s who. Every types of people I’ve seen and be friends with and there are some kinds that I avoid. I look around at shops in my town, Kuala Belait. I know most owners. Not surprised, some of them lives near my house. That’s a point where my theory is enhanced. Everything happened for a reason. There is always the businessman and their stories. Every person has their background. Lies, it’s a cheat for success. Right now where I sit, i’m looking at a car being sold. Fully tuned and slight engine mods. Certificates and roadtax are settled. Government, are they fair? No, don’t think about it. We have no rights to say. They’re always right. So don’t think about it. Let god be the judge. Look around you, you don’t even know where they came from. I can bet that you don’t even know why are some of them are there at the moment you see them. Imagine the situation in your own room. Your own house. The stuffs hanging on the wall by your parents. It has to be a reason for it to be hung. Why your parents get married? Perhaps they might say it’s because they love each other. Do they even know what love is? Everyone knows deep inside, they don’t even know what love is. We humans are taught from our very young age, to ‘say’ the word “Love”. Look at the animals that doesn’t know how to say Love. They’d just show each othe how they love their partners. Like swans, if their partner dies, they will die too. There is always the real reason for everything. Sometimes, people might say that there isn’t any reason. In our mind or at least in my mind, something always happened for a reason. Why would a person want to tell you the truth of what’s the real reason it’s there if that person knows the real reason is best to be not known by any other. So that person has a reason. If you sell Burgers at the corner of a street. The person you liked, is a person who’s on diet and hates burgers so much. It’s either you ignore that person you like then you live normally or just confront that person that you liked them and never tell them about your burger business. When something happens for a reason, you should be prepared because we all know that sooner or later truth will always come out. When something happens for a reason, that person you liked might be okay about you selling your burgers or the other way round where the person you liked starts to get mad about you lying. It’s what is meant by something happened for a reason. Then there is always a type of person who wants to know. That person would dig a gold mine under the sea. It’s a risk. That risk may result him to know the truth behind. As you know that the risk you’re taking is like digging a gold mine under the sea. Yet that gold mine might not have any gold there. It may be on the wrong position. So, there are always two choices for each and every one of us. The chocies are to take the risk or just not to think about it. It’s always easier not to think about it. Just live your life straight to death. All of us want to live the easy life right? Well, be positive and be happy for what you have. Make up your mind, you can’t breathe in and breath out at one time. You choose to breathe in or breath out. Now you choose, to either be happy or success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a book. Don’t judge a book from it’s cover. Most people doesn’t read books anyway…&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/15940257127/a-book"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4069153883248787011?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4069153883248787011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4069153883248787011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4069153883248787011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/book.html' title='A Book'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-475572114120293276</id><published>2012-02-11T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:20:58.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>A movie that shares my theory and thinkings</title><content type='html'>I would recommend you to watch a movie called 50/50 it’s a great movie with a thinkable thoughts and words. Most of it can be found in a book i’m still writing. Enhances my theory a little bit after watching this. I have a saying which my late father said once when he was on his hospital bed after chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said “Ambil gambar inda semestinya lawa, setiap saat inda akan sama. Cuba kau gambar awan setiap saat, ia inda akan stay satu tempat. Cuba kau gambar babah hari ani, kau gambar lagi babah esok. Mesti ada satu hari kau inda lagi dapat gambar babah. Kau mesti ingat semua apa yang babah ajar. Awal ni kau inda akan faham, satu hari nanti kau akan faham asal kau ingat cakap babah ni”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I wrote everything he said on my PC every night after talking to him. He’s my inspiration. Everything I’m doing is because of him. He also told me that everyone will die. He said he’s not afraid to die, but he told me that he must be afraid to die. If he’s not thinking of God, my father said that he would take out his own life just to stop troubling my families from the difficulties. He also said that “Things happen for a reason” and this quote is also on my book i’m writing. Well, I’m picking out a line of what I’m writing which is, god has a plan and everything is in god’s will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that line, I thought of it after my father saying that “Tuhan ada tujuan. Mungkin kan merapatkan kamu saudara mara. Mungkin kan menunjukkan sesuatu. Pasal atu babah balum mati. Kalau babah mati nanti kau mesti ingat tuhan. Kau mesti takut mati. Kau mesti berfikir. Semua orang akan mati. Ada yang mati awal ada yang mati akhir. Ani saja yang tani inda patut fikirkan, mati. Babah mau kau faham apa maksud hidup. Tani mesti buat orang happy. Tani mesti tolong orang. Apa baik susah tani pun, tani mesti tolong orang. Walaupun sudah di nyatakan tani inda payah tolong kalau tani inda mampu. Tapi tuhan akan faham. Allah maha pengampun. Babah ramai orang inda suka, tapi babah happy liat kamu membasar. Mungkin ada tujuan babah cemani. Mungkin babah mati, mungkin babah inda mati. Tapi walau apa yang terjadi. Allah yang menentukan. Ada sesuatu di sebaliknya.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/15880071547/a-movie-that-shares-my-theory-and-thinkings"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-475572114120293276?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/475572114120293276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/movie-that-shares-my-theory-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/475572114120293276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/475572114120293276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/movie-that-shares-my-theory-and.html' title='A movie that shares my theory and thinkings'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-6787488246084023218</id><published>2012-02-11T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:21:48.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>The Cover</title><content type='html'>I read books. When I asked a girl questions. There’d always something behind it. I asked a girl a if they read books, magazine or newspaper. I observe their answers and what they think of reading, what books they read and etc. If a girl reads newspaper, to me it’s a useful girl cause she knows what is happening to the world. Then, when she says she reads newspaper. I will ask the next week a question which starts with “have you heard that”. Then, I will see their characteristic from how they read, which part of newspaper they read, and how far they understands the story. Bonus part is, to see their interest in reading and wanting to know more about it. Which is, asking me back a question assuming. This part right here is basic in a daily life which we call “discussion”. I like a girl that’s curious. Kind of cute for me. I don’t like bossy types of girls, usually Pisces and Aries. I’m a person who acts stupid and pretend to know nothing. When I met across pisces and aries girls they talk to me like I’m an idiot or they treat me like I don’t know anything and I won’t know anything. Inside I’m always laughing cause they think they’re 100% right and doesn’t want any opinion from others. So, I’m not fit for this kind of relationship which doesn’t have discussion. I’m a thinker, I love to discuss with my partner. According to my experience, my discussion always went well with cancer, sagittarius and scorpio. So, when the girl reads the newspaper and when I asked her about a weird word I found in the same day newspaper. I’d love to tell her about the word, I would like to play the words with her. I love words, playing with them. Making them rhyme. Not only english but any language is fun for me. Today my word for me is “woi dang, ketawa tah pulang, ku gandang kau karang.” i love to read to gain useful information. A scorpio, loves useful information as i’ve observed. Every small details of a girl is always important to me, because there’s always something to know more about in a girl. I love talking to them and getting to know them. In a car, I love to talk with my partner. Even if we go out for a while. Half an hour would make me smile just to talk with my loved ones. My good friend is a cancer, her girlfriend ia currently a scorpio. All three of us watch a movie and we talked about it a lot. Neverending discussions, only thing is that scorpios tend to sleep early most of the time. When they wanted to sleep, they will sleep. When the scorpio sleeps, my other good friend a sagittarius came and we asked related questions from the movie and he will give his opinion and we gave ours. Then we discuss. Why is it that I love our way? Because we are discussing. Not arguing. So, a girl that reads a newspaper and reads part of the news paper knowing on what interest her, what makes her to know more, play with her consistency of thinking. I’ll see if she’s a determined person or a person who gives up easily. Usually, I call the scorpio moods, a rollercoaster because they are sometimes determined and sometimes gave up easily. To me, their mood is proportional to surroundings. That’s a theory I wrote on a notepad. Yes, with the proportional sign. Not a nerd but just using the useful stuff I learned. Gemini and sagittarius share same theory where their determination is proportional to failure. The more he fail, the more he tries. My sagittarius friend and I have a joke of our own. “cuba kau tanya kami apa erti lalah” when the person asked us the question we want them to ask us. We’d both answer “inda ku tau eh apa erti lalah. Kau tau pok apa erti lalah? Inda ku tau eh apa erti lalah. Kan tidur malas jua. Kan rehat, masa berjalan.” it’s an inside joke. Cancer determination is proportional to what they gain. If they gain more, they will become more determined. Bottomline, I like a girl who reads. If they reads this stuff I wrote above which is not written in paragraph and doesn’t make them bored. I’lll give them my book for free.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/15950586383/the-cover"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-6787488246084023218?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/6787488246084023218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6787488246084023218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6787488246084023218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/cover.html' title='The Cover'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3826976856664281844</id><published>2012-02-11T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:22:56.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Failure Comes Before Success</title><content type='html'>People says success is natural. Some says effort is the key for success. Well, natural success is true, but not all are born naturally successful. The key is effort and to me effort is where you tried your best on something. When trying, the word ‘try’ is familiar isn’t it? According to what you have seen and experienced, how many percent has succeed their first try on something? Well, I’ve seen 20% who succeed their first time. Then this 20% is a natural success on what they do. The other 80% needs effort. When you didn’t succeed your first try, what did you call it? You call it a failure. You have two options when you fail. You can either say “i’m not born for this, or you can say i have to try harder”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I agree with this theory I made, I tried this theory my self. I tried, gaming tournament, ICT competition, robotech, photography competition, grapic designing competition, video making competition and etc. I have tried and I mostly failed the first time except all computer related. I may be born to be a success on computer or maybe when I was a kid I was indirectly taught by my father about computers. So, I don’t really believe on natural born success. This theory, applies to anyone and any occupations. I have seen two types of Chef. The natural born chef and the chef who needs effort. Both chef works on a five star restaurant and they will accept foods that isn’t ‘a la carte’. The natural born success is good at ‘a la carte’. The kitchen crew calls the food from the menu itself as ‘a la carte’. He is confident and knows how to cook what’s on the menu. Then this chef who needs effort, can also cooks ‘a la carte’. Customer came and one of them asked for a french fries and gravy. It’s not on the ‘a la carte’ so, the waiter reports the supervisor and they gave the recipe to the two demi chef. They both cooks the gravy and when it’s done the head chef and supervisor will taste it. The natural born chef exactly follows the recipe, while the chef who needs recipe follows the recipe but through experience he remembers the taste of a Gravy from another restaurant. So he took a risk and tweak a bit of the recipe. When their gravy are tasted, surprisingly natural born chef tasted better. So, they served the natural born chef’s gravy. I went to the backdoor of the restaurant and taste the two gravy. Yes, natural born chef has a better gravy due to perfect timing and blending of ingredients. The next day, the chef who needs effort tried making the gravy again and let me and one kitchen driver taste it. Still doesn’t taste better then the natural born chef. Surprisingly the chef who needs effort has better gravy the next week just because a better tweak and better blending. It was spicy, and saucy. We loved it and gave the supervisor a try. Which made him decide to put a couple of new menu with gravy to the ‘a la carte’. That gravy will now be made only by, the chef with effort.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/16046043129/failure-comes-before-success"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3826976856664281844?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3826976856664281844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/failure-comes-before-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3826976856664281844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3826976856664281844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/failure-comes-before-success.html' title='Failure Comes Before Success'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-6078886364176524556</id><published>2012-02-11T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:22:18.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>(-n) x (-n) = (+n)&lt;br /&gt;(+n) x (+n) = (+n)&lt;br /&gt;(+n) x (-n) = (-n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the three equation goes in a cycle. It’s your cycle of life. Then that cycle of life, you’re going to end your day with +ve ending or either -ve ending. That number you multiply is what you’ve done in a day with the number you got from yesterday. If yesterday you got +ve number and today you did great. Then you become +ve at the end of the day. So, you’ll wake up smilingly positive again tomorrow and if you didn’t do great on the day. You’ll have a (+n) x (-n) so you will have a -ve ending on the day. You’ll wake up negatively tomorrow and if you made -ve thing again on that day. You’ll start to motivate yourself and then wake up inspired again tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/16014405982/mathematics-isnt-just-about-numbers"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-6078886364176524556?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/6078886364176524556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/mathematics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6078886364176524556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6078886364176524556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-6696102931732536622</id><published>2012-02-11T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:13:52.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>My Father Once Said</title><content type='html'>“Untuk apa babah bawa kau ke Jepun, seluruh Brunei ni lagi alum kau jajah. Kisah Brunei lagi kau inda tau. Cubatah, mana Jefri masa ni? Tau kau? Berapa istana di Brunei ani? Tau kau? Inda kau tau tu. Iatah, jelajah dulu Brunei ani baru tah jelajah dunia lain. Mula dari bawah dulu. Liat persekitaran KB, alami dulu pahit buruk KB, baru tah naik lagi ke Tutong, Bandar, Temburong. Kalau kau dapat, babah mau kau masuk Istana dengan Undangan tanpa Urusan. Masuk mana2 tempat dengan undangan. Masuk rumah orang kaya dengan undangan. Masuk BSP HQ dengan undangan. Tidur Empire tanpa bebayar. Ani cabaran babah arah kau. Sudah kau dapat semua ni, jelajah tah dunia lain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Father. If you were here right here. You will be proud of me. This is how much I love you and this is how much I’ve repayed you. I’ve went to most places in Brunei. I’ve covered all places in Seria and KB. I’ve covered Tutong and Bandar. I’ll be covering Temburong soon dad. I’ve been invited to BSP HQ with a VIP pass. I’ve slept in Empire hotel for free as given by your friend. I’ve went to Hj.A’s Sengkurong and Terunjing Big houses. Unique houses in Brunei. I also seen the stairs design that you love. The underground places in KB, Seria, Tutong, and Bandar. All scenes in KB, Tutong, Bandar. I understand everything you said about people. I understand what you said about trust. I understand what you said about friends. I understand what you said about money. I understand what you said about business. Don’t worry father, yes we are in a circle of “not so rich”. Even the rich, falls to the circle of “not so rich” too now a days dad. Can you believe it? The names and the deals that thay made as you’ve mentioned, all are at the corner of the highest building. The richest doesn’t stay rich. The poor will stay poor. How I wish I could tell the authorities what to do. Maybe that’s what you meant to be imvited in the Istana. I’ll try my father. At that time, I will tell them to spent money on training the youth who doesn’t have work. Instead of the government spending money on useless upgrades. It’s a game. It’s a monopoply. The government of Brunei have to think. Train the people in Brunei first to Build houses. Import workers from other countries to train our locals. Limit Bruneian’s spendings in Buying new cars. Kalau pandai maintenance and jaga kereta bisai. They didn’t even know how to maintain the engines of an old car but prefers a new car? See, here’s what I’m trying to say. Bruneians didn’t always get the info right. They just listen to what Bruneians say, “setahu”. Also, Bruneians senang kena tipu oleh cina. I’m friends with most shop owners and yes mostly are chinese and I know how they deal. You people just have to know your price. When they said you have to change your belting, you have to check the belting yourself. You see, you have to manage your money. Know what you buy. The problem&lt;br /&gt;In Brunei now is we all are getting poor. Should I just ignore? No, because I care about Brunei. They buy Cars, but their salary is $1.2k and the cars they buy is always around $900 per month. Yes, it’s their money it’s their choice. Did they just choose that car over happiness? Money were given to other countries. What incomes Brunei made other than Oil and Gas? Brunei, must have a supportive feeling to what our local talents have made. Don’t just drop them with your mouth. You people have nothing to do, why don’t you guys make some money or do something like sports and sleep well at night? Think of success. Let’s improve Brunei. Brunei isn’t one right now. They’re hating eachother. Cheat is their easy way to success. Not naming any the rich people, they’re rich but temporary. I want to see something in Brunei from&lt;br /&gt;poor to rich. I’ve seen them from bottom to top. But most of them were dropped down. For example, i’ve been there with Adam Groves a video director since 2007. He was just using a simple camera in 2007. In 2009, I talked to him about XH-A1. Then he said he’ll buy a Mac PC first. Then in 2011, he’s at the top and people start to bring him down. I just hope he’ll stay strong. I’ll be there for him to destroy all haters. He’s improving the movie scene in Brunei. I support all locals. People here in Brunei just love rumors and hate their own kinds, example how they hate Tasya Saridah. They don’t have anything to do don’t they? Maybe their parents gave them food and they don’t feel the difficulties in living. Life’s too easy for them. The only problem they face is just love, how ugly the person infront of them and etc. The government have to think well about educations in Brunei. I have a couple of Ideas that’ll come up in just a day of conference meeting. Why can’t they? Think of the world this way, it’s a monopoly. Time taken is long to play it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-6696102931732536622?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/6696102931732536622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-father-once-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6696102931732536622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6696102931732536622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-father-once-said.html' title='My Father Once Said'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7544613727725815170</id><published>2012-02-11T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:13:21.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>I don’t trust anyone. I think before I talk. But when I talk before I think, it’s actually I’ve thought about it an made me look that way. I’m a mindfucker. Well, I can sense things earlier. Some friends thought I’m that indonesian voodoo thingy. Example, last week my friend and I went look for a person in a car which we doesn’t actually know how the car looks like. I sense him well and followed the right car. My friend didn’t trust me that I was right. But yeah, I was right. I had a friend name Barry Chin when I was in form 1. I told him that there was a movie made from Games which is called Resident Evil. He said it’s impossible but I told him I watched it already. Nobody believed me, and made fun of me. So, I ignored and poof the next week people were talking about that movie. What I’m saying may not seem true, It’s hard for me to explain but I know what I saw and what I feel. That’s okay if none who trusts me. Even my ex didn’t trust me. She believed every story her friends told her. I was in a car accident with my echo during raya? What car am I driving during raya with her? Chasing after girls? Pfft. Waste of time. Oh yea, not to mention I didn’t made any effort to contact her? There are certain words I couldn’t say to her cause If I’d say it, she’ll be hurt and hate me for that reason and keeps bringing up the reason over and over again. Trust, people deal with it everyday. Me? I don’t trust anyone. I heard people say things about my ex even before we got together. People told me she was drunk in a dark green van. I didn’t believed that. I asked her about that night too, and nothing was connected. Everytime people told me, I kept asking her the same question just to make sure, it’s not that I don’t trust her. I just want to get my facts right. Then, people kept telling me she’s been with two guys in Perdana and one guy from lumut. But she told me she had only two ex. So, I asked her again and again right after people keeps telling me. I trust her. I didn’t listen to people but I listened to her. But why can’t she listen to me. Oh yes, I followed her everywhere. Yes, everywhere. Even when she goes to Bandar. It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s just me wanting to see her. It’s just me making sure people knows I was there and people won’t make up stories that’ll made me depressed. I will always follow her just to keep up to date with her. And that’s what people say I’m not really in love with her? They say I’m just playing around with her heart? If I don’t really love her, why would I even care to do all those things I did for her? It’s okay if you people believe what I’m saying or not. You can ask her yourself what I ever do to her and make sure you make her think. We actually broke up because I over cared of her. I ask too much. I hurt her too much. Oh, I wish I’d dump her for not appreciating and underlook the limits of my patience. By now, it’s probably obvious what appreciate means. For once, I just want something like understanding in return instead of Thank You. I wished I just listened to what people say about her instead of wasting time trying to know her better. Cause even if I want to know her better, she wouldn’t want to know me better. In fact, she hates the real me. Who I was. What I did at the middle of the night. At least, I was trying to tell. People talks junk. I don’t trust anyone. I ignore rumors about me. Let me give you a situation of trust. You gave your secret to a close friend. If they were forced to give by someone to give your secret, she will be killed if not given. Do you think that friend of yours would want to die for your secret? That person rather give your secrets away than being killed. So, when I was about to tell somone a secret. I see their backgrounds, see who they might tell, and etc. If all is okay, I’ll tell them. Trust, don’t trust anyone. Do everything on your own. That’s what I do. I repair my own computers. I repair my own stuffs. I do everything my own. I research. I won’t be fooled. Cause I’m already a tool people used, I just won’t be a fool that’s easily used. Trust no one. Trust that holly book you have. It’s real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7544613727725815170?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7544613727725815170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7544613727725815170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7544613727725815170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2977752184880119145</id><published>2012-02-11T15:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:12:57.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Fireman</title><content type='html'>Please fireman come to me cause my heart is on fire. She doesn’t knows what I felt for her. My heart is on fire. Please come faster. I need to be sprayed by water~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2977752184880119145?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2977752184880119145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/fireman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2977752184880119145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2977752184880119145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/fireman.html' title='Fireman'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-629299570866013767</id><published>2012-02-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:12:43.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>There was one guy I knew who sold his favorite car that he bought with his own earnings. Suddenly his family is in money crisis. Then he sold his car just to support his family. He knows that he could never get back that car. He only had four pictures of that car taken. That’s the only memory he had. He kept remembering about that car but he knows that he did it for what’s best. There are more life choices he had to make. He wouldn’t stay, just because he loved that car. All he had was just a bittersweet memories with that car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-629299570866013767?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/629299570866013767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/629299570866013767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/629299570866013767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-1481590654802081266</id><published>2012-02-11T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:12:26.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Meltdowns</title><content type='html'>Everything has their own limit. I have one too. Every particles, substance and more has their own melting point. Every soluble solutions has their own boiling point. I have my limit point. I have problems and I tend to solve them. Everytime it’s solved I tend to have more. I handled it pretty well. Now, it’s too much. Only because every friends of mine are busy. They have their own life. Why would they want to listen to my problem. I hate this situation where I got no one to talk to. I tried to speak to my mom but she’s so busy with TVs. When not on TV she’s out with my aunties. I tried to talk to my sis but she’s like “aa antah ah”. Everyone has their own life to live. Especially like today, people are busy with fireworks. Like, it’s more important than having a walk with me and just talk. I saw an old man and some people I know catches on fire today due to fireworks failure. I wish I was right infront of the fireworks when it explodes and I’d die due to the explosion. Like 1cm away from the huge fireworks that has multiple explosion should burn me and shocks my heart to death. Oh, no one knows I had heart problems. Ahh, yes that’s my reason to smoke cigarettes. I want to slowly die. I’m giving up. No, I gave up. No, I won’t give up. I’m just melting down. Never gave up. Not giving up. If I’m meant to be dead then, I’ll be dead already. Maybe I’m meant to be using luxury cars and tuxedo. Emporio Armani brands all over me. Swiss Army is my everyday accesories. Different kinds of Nixon watches to use daily. Work all day. Sleep all night. Overtime would be okay for me. Driving a Toyota Supra for work. On my weekends I’ll be driving Audi R8. Stays in my peaceful Bungalow. With bricks road enterance where my car enters daily. I live alone. I’m going solo. Huge TV, 5.1 surround sound set, comfy sofas, elegant furnitures, comfy bed, complete kitchen appliances with elegant designs, calm porch for me to relax and meet my friends. Outside my house will be gardens that I grow myself. Beautiful trees and beautiful expensive import grasses. I’ll cook my own food, after waking up I’ll jog my dusks, I’ll pray right after doing shower on my awesome bathroom. Then, I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Be cooking breakfast. Eat breakfast, while reading magazines or books. Getting ready for work, checks my engine and stop by and get a newspaper. When I arrived at work I’ll drink my water and start working. At lunch I’ll eat something I cook an reads my newspaper. 30 mins done, I’ll start working. No useless conversations with people. When it’s time to go home I’ll smile to everyone. I’ll drive my Supra for a drive home. Enters my front cage along through the brick roads which leads to my awesome porch and my garage. I’ll park on either each. Sits on the porch and call my mom. When done, I’ll smoke ciggs, watch the dawn and play my acoustic guitar. When the sun has sets, I’ll be starting to cook. I eat alone. When I’m full, I’ll work out while watching TV. After doing workouts I’ll be watching TV for a rest and I’ll go to bed and sleep. That’s my daily routine. On my weekends, I’ll wake up and workout, cooks breakfast and then I’ll be eating while making a list of what to buy and calculates my finance. I’ll have my list, and drives my Audi R8 to the market to buy groceries and foods. Some DVDs will be bought by me and I’ll probably go to bookstores. When I’m bored I’ll contact my close friends and enjoy my afternoon with teas, coffees and talk about anything. If they planned to go home early, I’ll just stay home. Organize everyting. Maintainence every things I have. That’s pretty much My future life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1481590654802081266?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1481590654802081266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/meltdowns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1481590654802081266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1481590654802081266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/meltdowns.html' title='Meltdowns'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-9190473875840674950</id><published>2012-02-11T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:12:03.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>I'm Okay To Be Alone</title><content type='html'>I share my success just my own. I can go anywhere and give my love to anyone random but I don’t because I want to know the person first before being in love. When I know that person is the right person. I will tell her I love her. Too bad, people in Brunei doesn’t share the same thoughts like I do. They fall in love too fast. It’s okay to love too fast, it’s their way of love. I didn’t say it’s wrong but looks like I don’t have a match. Yes, I can be directly romantic and reel in their heart very fast. I can make them love me. But no, to me it’s a waste of time and money to spend time with someone we don’t be with forever. It’s not that I’m being a jerk. I love being friends with anyone. If the girl suites me well. I’d be their lover as long as they’d want me there around them. I would take care of them. Look after them. I may sometime overcared that I’ll drive around their houses and see everything around. When they’re out with their family, I’d look their family and her from far. Not that I don’t trust them but I just want to be there when she or her family needs me. If they feel insecure, then I can’t do anything but do it quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-9190473875840674950?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/9190473875840674950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-okay-to-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9190473875840674950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9190473875840674950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-okay-to-be-alone.html' title='I&apos;m Okay To Be Alone'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-1739354744243132122</id><published>2012-02-11T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:11:27.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Soldiers and Police</title><content type='html'>I grew up with wisdom and respect by Soldiers like my cousins, uncles and grandfather on my Father’s side. I grew up with hate and disrespect by Police like my uncles and cousins on my Mother’s side. I seen how they live. I took their advises. Most of them are athletes so one thing in common is their sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can still breathe, you can still fight. Like the most sports people say, if you can still stand, you can still play. I’m mostly inspired by Soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stay, you’ll be shot to death.&lt;br /&gt;So, “MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!”&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right, you’ll have your chances to attack.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have strategy you will move in no direction.&lt;br /&gt;Think ahead. Never underestimate your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t exactly wait for orders. Apply common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1739354744243132122?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1739354744243132122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/soldiers-and-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1739354744243132122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1739354744243132122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/soldiers-and-police.html' title='Soldiers and Police'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-1291741583815543350</id><published>2012-02-11T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:11:08.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>What I learned Today.</title><content type='html'>Difference between an observer and a teller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observer, is a person who observe for a long time and didn’t directly tell you what he thinks because he still isn’t sure of what that person he observed is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teller, is a person who is straight-forward and tells you in a short period of time maybe because he is a forgetful person or just trying to tell you directly the truth and is confident of what he is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve observed these two types of people and all these are gained by me by watching a movie called “What’s Your Number?” this Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tells you within a day and tells you that he saw you and he likes you. Example, I saw you today and you were wearing blue shirt and a jean. This person is a Teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Observer is the person who tells you within months or even a year that he used to like you. Example, I saw you once smiling and you were with long hair that time and now you’re different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observers love changes. Observers love tycoon. Observers can obtain crucial information because they wait and strike in sequence. Observers often multitask. Usually, they’re on Business side of Career or something related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teller are honest. Tellers are straight forward. Tellers usually obtain and gives mostly not useful information. Teller strikes moderately. Usually, they could be Lawyers or something related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1291741583815543350?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1291741583815543350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-i-learned-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1291741583815543350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1291741583815543350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-i-learned-today.html' title='What I learned Today.'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5073571885183970173</id><published>2012-02-11T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:10:29.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>We Can Try</title><content type='html'>That’s a word retrieved from a song played by Between The Trees. Well, each and every one of us can make this relationship happen. I experienced and saved 4 relationships and all 4 are still together now. Egos won’t listen to me. So, I expand myself on how to approach egos. Differences should be alright for a couple as long as they are willing to dedicate their time to know each other. Dedicate on long lasting relationship. Similarities is an advantage for a couple, not saying that it’s compatible but just trying to tell that similarities usually boost up their levels of love. Being similar for a couple also ends to a break up. There would be reasons to argue but if one of the couple didn’t dedicate on the relationship. Then, we all know it won’t work. What I learned is if people falls in love for just looks, success, and bloods. They won’t last long. Yes, I understand that people wants to have fun and experience different kinds of love. They might say that they don’t live forever. To me, it’s individuals choice to choose how they want to live their live. It’s not fair to experience everything unless you divide your life from the start. Yet, we all know people talks. So, if you know it’s your life then take that risk of people talking. You have to know that each doors you opened, the other doors will be closed. Everything is possible, so to open that closed door you have to strive. Think again, do you want a long lasting relationship? Then find a partner that wants it too. For a person like me, who doesn’t like to waste time on short distance relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5073571885183970173?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5073571885183970173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-can-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5073571885183970173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5073571885183970173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-can-try.html' title='We Can Try'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4686114423468105325</id><published>2012-02-11T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:09:58.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>We Are Cavemans</title><content type='html'>Humans only live with stones, skeletons and animals before there was telephone, cars, clothes and etc. The time before Alexander G.B invented telephone, there was no options for communications other than direct speaking. The only thing human knows is what around them. They concentrates only on what’s around them. There was mentioned that the small signs of Doomsday was the time travels faster day by day. Ferdinand invented cars which made people travel faster. Abraham created watches to look at the time moving. So, something happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that we are on the stone age era. I believe, world is much simpler. I onced talked about this with my friend Farred and his smaller sister Farah. We talked about how easy life would be when we doesn’t know how to talk jusy show how we feel. Life would be simple in that era. Not much entertainment though but it’s a life we, me, farred and his sister would rather live in. If we were in the stone age era, the only thing we learn is kill animals and trying to survive. Unlike what we lived today, there’s too much to learn. Things are made more simple and tend to make things more easy. Thinking on the other thoughts, things are made complicated and difficult to operate. Imagine a washing machine. What does it do? Clean clothes. People used to clean clothes by hands which is healthy for me but it takes time. People tried to invent something that reduces time consuming. In the stone age era, we doesn’t care about our looks. We wear anything we want and there’s no brandings. Everyone is equal on the stone age. If one of us hate each other, we try to kill. When one of them is dead, that’s it. Nothing to be talked about and no more hate. Actions speaks louder than words. Ignore all the entertainments you have. Look at the stars, trees, beach, clouds, grass and all that’s naturally built. Would you rather to live now or the stone age? Your answer is that you’d rather live now with the things that made you live easily. This shows that you haven’t experience the hardest time of your life. You can’t argue that i’m just being biased. I said earlier, things happen for a reason. All I can say is that we have something in common. We all are dying and we all are just trying to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4686114423468105325?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4686114423468105325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-cavemans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4686114423468105325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4686114423468105325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-cavemans.html' title='We Are Cavemans'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7392389346242165037</id><published>2012-02-11T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:09:19.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>The Dump Truck Story</title><content type='html'>Beth Gordon, her parents bought her a teddy bear when she was 6 years old. She really loved the teddy bear and can’t live without it. When she was 16, she still sleeps with the same teddy bear and she can’t sleep when the teddy bear isn’t with her. So, she usually sleeps at her own room which is pretty comfortable for her. By the time she was 19, she seems to be busy with her studies and her part time job. She went home breathless every single day. She even sleeps on the couch in front of the living room’s television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth’s life seems to be better at the age of 21, she became independent. She starts to live on the apartment provided by her college. She packed everything including her teddy bear. In the car that her father drove, her mom kept advising her not to choose the wrong friend. She constantly nods her head while looking at the teddy bear facing her. She had so much memories with the teddy bear. It’s the only thing that Beth could cry to and even talk to, though she knows that the teddy bear isn’t talking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week has passed in her college, she saw a good looking boy of her range of age. The boy wears T-Shirt, Denim Jeans and his body is quite buff. All she did was sit and stare to him all day. The next week, she saw him again on the same time and day of the week. Beth would just sit there and kept staring to the boy that’s talking to a group three girls and laughing. She didn’t want to be noticed and kept looking away when she felt obvious for looking the boy of her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, the boy came to her and said a simple “hi” to her. The boy told Beth that he knew Beth was looking at him most of the time. The boy introduced himself to Beth and said “Hey, My name is Deyrick”. Beth replied and smiled with a blush on her face “Beth Gordon”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them talked to each other the whole afternoon and Deyrick asked her out for a date just to get to know her better. Beth went out that night with Deyrick for a Dinner and Movie. Beth and Deyrick get along well and went home by her curfew at 10PM. They gave each other’s phone number and they said goodbye with a simple handshake. As Beth went to her room, she kept thinking about how sweet Deyrick was and how romantic for everything that he did to her. While holding her teddy bear, Beth thinks about Deyrick and finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month has passed and they both were finally a couple. Beth and Deyrick seems happy together and they both were the talk of the College. They didn’t really care what people said and she tend to keep Deyrick away from listening to rumors. She also learned that Deyrick was a sensitive guy which is more sensitive than a girl should be and he is also romantic most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second semester for Beth starts, and Deyrick was still owned by Beth. They loved each other so much and they met every single day. They lived their life like it’s only them both living in this world. One day, Beth heard that Deyrick was with another girl the other night after sending Beth to the apartment. At first, she didn’t believe what the rumors mentioned. As people starts to mention the girl’s name, Beth started to be angry and tried so hard to ignore. That afternoon, she met Deyrick and asked him “Are you seeing other girl?”. Deyrick then replied “Nope, I don’t. What’s wrong?”. Beth answered, “Nothing is wrong, I just heard you went out with Jane”. Deyrick was shocked and said “What? Who’s Jane?”. Beth changes the topic and they went for dinner and talked about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, Beth’s friend came and told her “Have you asked Deyrick about Jane?”. Beth replied while reading her book “Hmm, I think so. He said he doesn’t know any Jane. Should I believe that Amy?”. Amy then advised her to spy on Deyrick and Amy is willing to help Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that Afternoon, Beth met Deyrick at the Park and talked about College. Right after their conversation ends, she took Deyrick’s phone and look for proof. She saw one number that’s unnamed and directly asked Deyrick who’s number is it. Deyrick replied “My Friend’s number, he wanted me to help him up the other night”. Beth was pumped up with anger and said “I don’t believe you, why didn’t you tell me that you helped your friend the other night?”. Deyrick tried to explain but Beth was very angry that everything Deyrick says sounds untrue to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deyrick went home and tried so hard to beg for Beth’s forgiveness. Deyrick wanted to tell the truth about him selling drugs to a girl name Jane and he didn’t want to which sounds really worst than what Beth thought. Beth went to sleep without holding her teddy bear and woke up the next morning with still anger labeled on her face. Her friends told her that they got proof saying that Deyrick really did met Jane that night and she was really over her limit of anger. On the same time as she saw the proof, she marched on to Deyrick and said to him “You’re a liar. You lied to me. You said you didn’t know who Jane was and what is this?” She showed the picture of him on a restaurant with Jane. On Deyrick’s mind, “Whoah, it’s good that this kind of picture was taken and not the picture of me handing Jane the drug”. Beth told him that she didn’t trust him anymore and she just wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth went to her apartment and threw her bag and files everywhere. She wasn’t in the mood and she ripped her pillow off and she ripped the teddy bear’s head. She looked herself on the mirror and she feels awful. She went out from the apartment and just walk her anger off. She slept at Amy’s apartment and talked about how she hates Deyrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rose, it was a Saturday morning and she walked to her apartment and realized her room was a mess. She cleaned up her room and threw the damaged stuffs she made last night. She called Amy over and asked for help. Amy came and cleaned her room, they talked about Deyrick again and Amy said that Beth should leave Deyrick. Beth agreed and simply texting Deyrick “It’s over”. Amy asked Beth if there will be a dump truck coming. Beth answered with a forced smile “Yes, it’ll be here around 7 at night most of the time. The sound of the dump truck annoyed me every week.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deyrick wasn’t prepared for a break up, all he did was sit and stare at his phone for hours thinking if it was just a dream or perhaps a nightmare. He realized it isn’t either one, so he went out on the park and starts shouting like an insane man on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started to realized that Deyrick was no more seen in town. That night Beth went out for a party with Amy and most students in the same college knew that Beth and Deyrick was no more a couple. Beth heard from most of her friends that Deyrick is no longer living in this town and probably will be going to a different college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth felt wrong and doesn’t feel like partying. She went to her apartment and thought what she did was wrong. She feels alone, and she’s looking for her teddy bear. The teddy bear wasn’t found and she realized that she threw away her teddy bear and it was on a black plastic bag that Amy threw on the dumpster. She went downstairs and ran to the dumpster. As she was about to reach the dumpster, she saw a dump truck accelerating from the dumpster area. Beth shouted and ran to the dump truck and nothing she has gained. She went to her apartment and cried all night. She blamed everything on Deyrick. She blamed everything but not her self. She blamed the dump truck for taking away her teddy bear she’s been with for years. She blamed Jane for taking Deyrick away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/16761478685/the-dump-truck-story"&gt;My Tumblr &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7392389346242165037?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7392389346242165037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/dump-truck-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7392389346242165037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7392389346242165037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/dump-truck-story.html' title='The Dump Truck Story'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5680876556373563758</id><published>2012-02-11T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:23:45.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Once a Photographer</title><content type='html'>I don’t have fears of ghost as I was once a photographer. I’d be taking photos middle of the night seeking for the perfect moment of star trails. I’d also be taking pictures of sunrise in different spots different and day different timing. Well, we photographers wished a to capture a shot of and ghost. As for me being an ex photographer, I’d be wishing back my cameras and kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing i’m doing being here at the billionth barrel monument in Seria. It is what I’ve been through before. We photographers are trained to be patient. We are trained to wait. We are trained to focus on what we want. We stay focused on the subjects. We can’t lose the perfect moment. We’d snap thousand photos in different views. We view each subjects differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it only applies to a real photographer. A photographer who really did what a photographer should done. We photographers, knows any place at anytime. So, like what I know is that most people say places that are haunted and bla bla. I haven’t seen any ghost around from 12AM to 6AM&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/17115201481/i-dont-have-fears-of-ghost-as-i-was-once-a"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5680876556373563758?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5680876556373563758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/once-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5680876556373563758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5680876556373563758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/once-photographer.html' title='Once a Photographer'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-226345140305096892</id><published>2012-02-11T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:24:39.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>The Animals</title><content type='html'>Today, my friend and I saw lots of monkeys eating some fruits that were thrown to them. One of them is eating an Apple. We laughed not because there’s something funny about the Monkeys. We laughed because we’re kind of weird stopping by the road and look at the monkeys. Why would anyone bother? Maybe we’re just weird. Maybe we’re just curious. Actually, we just wanted to see the monkey and appreciate life. The monkey’s movement and how it walks, eat, run and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, that animals don’t smile. It’s not my first realization anyway. I realized it a long time ago but I can’t explain what I’m trying to say. What I see is that animals, they don’t show their feelings by using words. Thy don’t even have any expression. For example, like a cat. A cat won’t just say that they’re hungry. They would even whine and kept “Meaww-ing” when they see us. There would be times that we gave them foods but they don’t eat it. They’d be rubbing their fur to our legs and trying to show us what they feel. That’s just how a cat shows their feeling to us. When we gave the cat a food, they’re happy but they didn’t smile. It doesn’t mean that they don’t appreciate us right? Why would you bother to give a cat some food anyway? Actually it makes you feel happy. When you gave a Cat some food, you just kept quiet, smile and touch them. That is where the inner you came up front. We humans say everything with words. Which is sometimes words a wrongly chosen and we didn’t mean what we said. I’m a Loner, probably because I don’t fit in with anyone. One thing for sure, I love to be alone. I just want to be like a cat. Sitting down and just keep quiet. Think about my self. Call me selfish, I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals, the show feelings. Unlike humans, we say them by words which words. Step outside and look at all animals, they don’t smile but they’re happy. Yes, they are happy. If they could speak, they’d say that they’re actually are happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From My &lt;a href="http://syairazi.tumblr.com/post/17365282089/looking-at-the-animals"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-226345140305096892?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/226345140305096892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/226345140305096892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/226345140305096892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/animals.html' title='The Animals'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4292203650961006649</id><published>2012-02-11T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:05:02.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From My Book'/><title type='text'>Girls Are Funny</title><content type='html'>They hate sweet talkers. Yet, they fall for sweet talkers. Again and again. A female friend of mine asked me, “Why didn’t you have a girlfriend by now?”. I answered, “Because I’m not good looking, I’m fat, I’m a nerdy geeky dude, I’m a loser, I’m not a sweet talker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID? She said, “Banar pulang. Tapi, I like you for who you are. You are not good looking but you’re easy on the eyes, You are fat but not an ugly fat, you are a nerd with lots of information but you’re kind of useful, I don’t know what you meant by being a loser but what I know is you never give up, and yes, you are not a sweet talker because you say anything you feel and you are not trying to be nice. You are nice. You are stupid for being too nice to people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the conversation with a simple text saying “Haha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like being friends with Virgos are because they say what they meant and not taking it back. This Virgo girl is… I don’t know. She’s okay. I didn’t reject her, even if she believed I rejected her. I just told her I’m not ready for love. Yet, our opinions didn’t match. I told her that we both should get to know first before being in a relationship. I even told her not to rush in relationship. She said something that really made me think which is “Getting to know each other takes time, we don’t live forever and if we wait for the right person, when will we ever know which is the right person if we’re not looking for them”. I don’t know what to say at that moment, it’s like she’s being sarcastic. I sum up quickly and stupidly said that, “We’re getting to know each other now and what I know is that you and me thinks way differently but I know what you’re saying. I understand what you meant and I know some people like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guessed I turned her off and she said “I’m not same like the other people that you knew. I just want to find the right guy and I don’t want to be hurt anymore”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there, I stopped thinking and start reading back the messages above where she said “Getting to know each other takes time and we have to keep trying to find the right person”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and just ended the conversation. Isn’t she funny? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most girls are funny, I think they’re a soft and cute creature that ever exists in the world. They just had their minds messed up. Like John Gray said, “Men mistakenly expect women to think, communicate, and react the way men do. Women mistakenly expect men to feel, communicate, and respond the way women do. As a result our relationships are filled with unnecessary friction and conflict. We have forgotten that men and women are supposed to be different. As Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other funny things about them is that, there are girls who rush into relationship and complains most of the time that they’re hurt and heart broken. Well, girls always love drama. Wasting time from being emotional and waste time by throwing hate to the guy. To solve this is just simple, get to know him. If you still don’t want to get to know first, you can always try and have him. Then be hurt again, until you are immune to be hurt and if you have a lot of ex-boyfriends. You just tell the next boyfriend the truth. No lies because who knows if the next guy is the one. Okay, isn’t it funny that girls who rush in relationship and complains that their hurt and broken right after the guy made a wrong move. Then, the girl would be emotional and wasted their time for the mistake they keep on making which is rushing into relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most girls hate Sweet Talkers, yet they fall for them sweet talking dudes. I observed them, I smiled. I went across the same situation, I still smiled. It’s like a little joke I made for my self like “Look, she fell for that guy who sweet talks her”. Well, men would do anything to get them women. I don’t think they’d do anything, mostly I’ve observed is that they just sweet talk the girls to love. They’d bring the women out for a date with nice outfits at a fancy restaurant. Women falls for them for the sweet talks that the guys does. Most women easily falls for successful man. It’s maybe natural but some girls I talked this about didn’t agree but they did fall for a successful man. Some of the girls, agreed but with an obviously logical reason but it sounds denying which they said “Of course I want a successful man, who would ever wanted an unsuccessful man?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the mysteries I found about women/girls. They hate sweet talkers but they always fall for it. I don’t think they really know what a sweet talkers usually talk about. One thing for sure, deep inside they always thinks that sweet talkers are fun to talk with. Sweet talkers are what that made them smile. Sweet talkers are what they think love is. Sweet talkers melts their heart away. Something inside them tells them that people who don’t sweet talk is B-O-R-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself as a non-sweet talker always be a friend to girls. HAHA! A friend. I’m a friend to my friend’s sister. I’m a friend to many girls. I’m just a friend. I’m just a close friend to them and I don’t even touch girls. To my friends, they thinks I’m gay as I only have 2 ex girlfriends and both of my exes were on for years of relationship. To myself and to the girls i’m friends with, I just respect them. I never made a first move for a first kiss. Did I just say that? Haha. Yes, It’s true and if you don’t believe, you know who to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know how my friends could sweet talk different girls into anything. That’s something that they’re proud of. That’s something that they talk about. Who wanted to hear me sharing stories like, “Hey, I talked to Jane about how amazing the world is actually spinning on nothing.” or like “Hey, Mary asked me that is the universe spinning or the earth is spinning? What do you guys think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a boring non-sweet talker which a girl don’t want. So I guess, girls/women should find a sweet talker that is loyal. That’s it. Solves everything. He could sweet talk you everyday. He would be sweet the rest of your life. Check their background, who is he. Get to know him. For those who doesn’t want to get to know first, go ahead and be their girlfriend if they want to. If they hurt you, I know you’ve get used to dramas of you being hurt and you’ll be back up again. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think guys like me shouldn’t exist. We think too much. We don’t love much. We crave for information more. We crave for money more. We crave for success more. Womens? We don’t need sweet talks. We’d just waste a valuable time for a better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m starting to think again. I’m thinking that every work in the world should be given to the person like me. We don’t care about marriage. We just care about the money and adventures we had. The other people who just love to be loved. They should make babies and maintain the population in the world. Where do they get money to feed on their babies? Don’t ask, because we people with money will give you for free. It’s a government fixed rule that baby feeders stay at home, work out, stay alive, feed the baby, if the baby is not fit they will be given penalty. People who work, will tend to enjoy their life to just work and receive money from the company. People who stays at home making babies and feeding and growing the babies, should choose which and which will go to work and who will follow their legacy of making babies. The one who work, will be sent to school. The one who make babies, will be sent to social places where people get to know each other. The world would be balance. People who are making babies and people who works, both can still enjoy their life. People making babies have lots of time to enjoy. People who works have to study but they have the money while the people making babies doesn’t have the gargantuan amount of money. Am I talking craps? Yes, I am. I’ll stop now. Out of topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4292203650961006649?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4292203650961006649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/girls-are-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4292203650961006649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4292203650961006649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2012/02/girls-are-funny.html' title='Girls Are Funny'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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allowscriptaccess="always" width="430" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3426245796274743653?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3426245796274743653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/rise-and-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3426245796274743653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3426245796274743653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/rise-and-shine.html' title='Rise and Shine'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4920698179290410416</id><published>2011-07-13T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:37:03.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26311070?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="430" height="380" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 years time, my echo will have this packed fittings firewall mods and have a 3SGTE with turbos fitted packed in. Everything's possible if you have a lot of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4920698179290410416?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4920698179290410416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4920698179290410416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4920698179290410416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome_13.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-629345658989757616</id><published>2011-07-05T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:55:19.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>EE90 Project : Racing Clutch Fitted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIYiC27F-60/ThMgC44zjJI/AAAAAAAAByE/-q2MwFxKq7E/s1600/03062011345%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIYiC27F-60/ThMgC44zjJI/AAAAAAAAByE/-q2MwFxKq7E/s400/03062011345%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625875593518353554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itT0alYJSlU/ThMgDMJvpHI/AAAAAAAAByM/QJiReZARg2o/s1600/03062011348%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itT0alYJSlU/ThMgDMJvpHI/AAAAAAAAByM/QJiReZARg2o/s400/03062011348%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625875598689674354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This racing clutch is fitted to my Rolla! With this clutch it's hard to drive in low revs but with practice, I think I can do it. Haha.&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/7452215960380393582-629345658989757616?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/629345658989757616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/ee90-project-racing-clutch-fitted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/629345658989757616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/629345658989757616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/ee90-project-racing-clutch-fitted.html' title='EE90 Project : Racing Clutch Fitted'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIYiC27F-60/ThMgC44zjJI/AAAAAAAAByE/-q2MwFxKq7E/s72-c/03062011345%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7401817844861838686</id><published>2011-07-05T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:39:22.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><title type='text'>I love cars!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures around May-July 2011 from my phone. Random cars updated! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLxamSky3c/ThMhGUZpayI/AAAAAAAABys/oEWvlsp7ExQ/s1600/15062011434%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLxamSky3c/ThMhGUZpayI/AAAAAAAABys/oEWvlsp7ExQ/s400/15062011434%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876751955094306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's that under Jimmy's Car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bH-L6Jxf5E/ThMhGGTPYZI/AAAAAAAAByk/yuyiM-m7oF0/s1600/17062011463%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bH-L6Jxf5E/ThMhGGTPYZI/AAAAAAAAByk/yuyiM-m7oF0/s400/17062011463%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876748170125714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drive carefully. People make mistakes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvOKD9Fn5j4/ThMhF42UxfI/AAAAAAAAByc/ti_ROYK9Lec/s1600/07062011374%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvOKD9Fn5j4/ThMhF42UxfI/AAAAAAAAByc/ti_ROYK9Lec/s400/07062011374%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876744559183346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drift Drift! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saZLiJarKAc/ThMhFku-8RI/AAAAAAAAByU/mUhrXkZxEAA/s1600/07062011376%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saZLiJarKAc/ThMhFku-8RI/AAAAAAAAByU/mUhrXkZxEAA/s400/07062011376%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876739159683346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZg8-LcP9uk/ThMhGnD-EJI/AAAAAAAABy0/3Uv2sactAIM/s1600/07062011369%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZg8-LcP9uk/ThMhGnD-EJI/AAAAAAAABy0/3Uv2sactAIM/s400/07062011369%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876756964446354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_V02Ld1nyo/ThMbhub8fTI/AAAAAAAABx0/ruD3_hc0uPI/s1600/11052011195%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_V02Ld1nyo/ThMbhub8fTI/AAAAAAAABx0/ruD3_hc0uPI/s400/11052011195%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625870625730755890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenny's Monster before re-painting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rfBXItByTo/ThMdtNDELtI/AAAAAAAABx8/5vStJ7WZFtQ/s400/05072011527%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625873021949718226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenny's Monster after Re-Painting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDa0R0BQVDQ/ThMW5xEERKI/AAAAAAAABxk/7F_xrdcuMqA/s1600/09062011395%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDa0R0BQVDQ/ThMW5xEERKI/AAAAAAAABxk/7F_xrdcuMqA/s400/09062011395%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865541194630306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenny's EE90 with 4AGE 20V Silvertop Engine like mine but his ride looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0IKdT0_3eY/ThMW5ohEFXI/AAAAAAAABxc/yVCNS66ePXM/s1600/12062011426%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0IKdT0_3eY/ThMW5ohEFXI/AAAAAAAABxc/yVCNS66ePXM/s400/12062011426%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865538900333938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Echo turbo with 0.3 boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpgihK4Xs_0/ThMW5mJ2DfI/AAAAAAAABxU/a_iD3Aki4L8/s1600/12062011427%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpgihK4Xs_0/ThMW5mJ2DfI/AAAAAAAABxU/a_iD3Aki4L8/s400/12062011427%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865538266074610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Savanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm7aLtUY5Ds/ThMW6SJKIWI/AAAAAAAABxs/lQw8BEjZpe4/s1600/09062011394%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm7aLtUY5Ds/ThMW6SJKIWI/AAAAAAAABxs/lQw8BEjZpe4/s400/09062011394%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865550074356066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;R33 widebodied with RB26 mounting inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7401817844861838686?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7401817844861838686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7401817844861838686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7401817844861838686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-cars.html' title='I love cars!'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLxamSky3c/ThMhGUZpayI/AAAAAAAABys/oEWvlsp7ExQ/s72-c/15062011434%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5968927373258530982</id><published>2011-06-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:40:58.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Echo/Yaris/Vitz Oil Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXk32DpO8o/ThMPlpK8LOI/AAAAAAAABxE/pUkNvZGA9QA/s1600/10062011409%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXk32DpO8o/ThMPlpK8LOI/AAAAAAAABxE/pUkNvZGA9QA/s400/10062011409%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857498897198306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love this echo right here. It's green because I love green. It's mod for fuel efficiency and not for racing. I don't rev high with this echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOXHuI05Jn0/ThMPlM8PxsI/AAAAAAAABw8/ejh5m-McyQI/s1600/07062011363%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOXHuI05Jn0/ThMPlM8PxsI/AAAAAAAABw8/ejh5m-McyQI/s400/07062011363%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857491319375554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Echo with Rolla! That's my Rolla over there and both of them are working well with me. No problems on both cars. Maintaining them for now. Not buying any car for 10 years per sey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxjqPIlW47Y/ThMPk27rEnI/AAAAAAAABw0/6HFqxI4rv9w/s1600/09062011404%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxjqPIlW47Y/ThMPk27rEnI/AAAAAAAABw0/6HFqxI4rv9w/s400/09062011404%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857485411390066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soovkT3WCqU/ThMPmYjPkYI/AAAAAAAABxM/d3Xf6vGQvXU/s1600/10062011412%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soovkT3WCqU/ThMPmYjPkYI/AAAAAAAABxM/d3Xf6vGQvXU/s400/10062011412%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857511615598978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Echo just love being pampered. I go for Snow Wash just to rinse of the dirt. People say it's not good but it's good for me because I've been sending this echo for Snow Wash once a week for 2 years and look at the paint, that's the maintaining of the green paint. hehe.&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/7452215960380393582-5968927373258530982?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5968927373258530982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/echoyarisvitz-oil-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5968927373258530982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5968927373258530982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/echoyarisvitz-oil-change.html' title='Echo/Yaris/Vitz Oil Change'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXk32DpO8o/ThMPlpK8LOI/AAAAAAAABxE/pUkNvZGA9QA/s72-c/10062011409%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-231017487633768970</id><published>2011-06-15T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:16:14.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>EE90 Project : Mild Upgrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e41oqmkZyRI/ThMHgzqrwNI/AAAAAAAABwk/qW2nCW5UBXk/s1600/10062011410%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e41oqmkZyRI/ThMHgzqrwNI/AAAAAAAABwk/qW2nCW5UBXk/s400/10062011410%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848619722326226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought an APEXi air intake for my 4AGE 20V Silvertop. Bought it actually to alternate the option of me using Blacktop ECU and throw away the MAF sensor and use MAP sensor instead but changed to this option of buying APEXi air intake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsqSpgQRBnM/ThMHgsSvLzI/AAAAAAAABwc/Q-QqWguqlP8/s1600/09062011401%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsqSpgQRBnM/ThMHgsSvLzI/AAAAAAAABwc/Q-QqWguqlP8/s400/09062011401%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848617742839602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is my mechanic testing my car. At that time there wasn't any seats inside. So I bought my self a secondhand Sparco Original seat. Then fitted them into my Corolla EE90! Fits well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yPpFWMk5qI/ThMHhOlcnkI/AAAAAAAABws/7U2QITPZ_E0/s1600/15062011435%2BDeveloped.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yPpFWMk5qI/ThMHhOlcnkI/AAAAAAAABws/7U2QITPZ_E0/s400/15062011435%2BDeveloped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848626948120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I left my Rolla at Jimmy's for a week to fix the signal wiring and I need a radio for my car. Installed a quick release sparco steering with MOMO steering wheel at Jimmy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-231017487633768970?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/231017487633768970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/ee90-project-mild-upgrades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/231017487633768970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/231017487633768970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/ee90-project-mild-upgrades.html' title='EE90 Project : Mild Upgrades'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e41oqmkZyRI/ThMHgzqrwNI/AAAAAAAABwk/qW2nCW5UBXk/s72-c/10062011410%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2502543291926632549</id><published>2011-06-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:35:14.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>EE90 Project : The Wiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th5lSitIs4s/ThL7P-iaY8I/AAAAAAAABwM/V8y5rywPP-8/s1600/07062011364%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th5lSitIs4s/ThL7P-iaY8I/AAAAAAAABwM/V8y5rywPP-8/s400/07062011364%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835136443114434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFu80YqlCzY/ThL7QEKbGyI/AAAAAAAABwU/GNdDbPQ6cEM/s1600/07062011366%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFu80YqlCzY/ThL7QEKbGyI/AAAAAAAABwU/GNdDbPQ6cEM/s400/07062011366%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835137953110818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHEGmxEY8rs/ThL6cCII4kI/AAAAAAAABwE/E49-tITOGNQ/s1600/07062011362%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHEGmxEY8rs/ThL6cCII4kI/AAAAAAAABwE/E49-tITOGNQ/s400/07062011362%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625834244053459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2502543291926632549?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2502543291926632549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/ee90-project-wiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2502543291926632549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2502543291926632549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/07/ee90-project-wiring.html' title='EE90 Project : The Wiring'/><author><name>Endorphine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Th5lSitIs4s/ThL7P-iaY8I/AAAAAAAABwM/V8y5rywPP-8/s72-c/07062011364%2BEdited%2B%2526%2BResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5684796419948775953</id><published>2011-06-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:52:55.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><title type='text'>This is how it should look like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mC-_6LyGl_Q/TfB6ibAStrI/AAAAAAAADE4/fKe8gsQB8Ak/s1600/Offset%2BRims%2B2nd%2BView.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mC-_6LyGl_Q/TfB6ibAStrI/AAAAAAAADE4/fKe8gsQB8Ak/s400/Offset%2BRims%2B2nd%2BView.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFSET RIMS! Damn, I don't know if I could get this set of wheels. Probably costs around BND$2k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5684796419948775953?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5684796419948775953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-how-it-should-look-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5684796419948775953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5684796419948775953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-how-it-should-look-like.html' title='This is how it should look like'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mC-_6LyGl_Q/TfB6ibAStrI/AAAAAAAADE4/fKe8gsQB8Ak/s72-c/Offset%2BRims%2B2nd%2BView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8378379312935787263</id><published>2011-06-09T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:59:36.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><title type='text'>Project EE90 Starts Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c82YzNq8U-I/TfBu1q3ChEI/AAAAAAAADEw/uCeCZM0saRk/s1600/24052011308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c82YzNq8U-I/TfBu1q3ChEI/AAAAAAAADEw/uCeCZM0saRk/s400/24052011308.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taking all Useable Parts and power steering and engines out. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8378379312935787263?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8378379312935787263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/project-ee90-starts-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8378379312935787263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8378379312935787263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/project-ee90-starts-now.html' title='Project EE90 Starts Now'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c82YzNq8U-I/TfBu1q3ChEI/AAAAAAAADEw/uCeCZM0saRk/s72-c/24052011308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2678052689463635312</id><published>2011-06-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:45:35.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><title type='text'>A Friend from Cardomain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I'll show you a 20V Silvertop owned by a friend of mine from cardomain.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carphotos.cardomain.com/ride_images/1/2153/2681/5381340029_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://carphotos.cardomain.com/ride_images/1/2153/2681/5381340029_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee18/4age20v/Build_Log/IMG_4698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee18/4age20v/Build_Log/IMG_4698.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Wire Tuck and Cover Re-Chrome and paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7452215960380393582-2678052689463635312?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2678052689463635312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/friend-from-cardomain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2678052689463635312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2678052689463635312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/friend-from-cardomain.html' title='A Friend from Cardomain'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee18/4age20v/Build_Log/th_IMG_4698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-6831026947611085953</id><published>2011-06-03T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:58:52.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>That's So You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="285" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZgJB3jTjTik" width="340"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll be ok now that you're not away&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a terrible day&lt;br /&gt;But now that you're here I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know how much I, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;You're so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;This I swear, this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, oh you, every single thing you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;What you do&lt;br /&gt;When you do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;They're so you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for your help&lt;br /&gt;You shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;You are the star that's in my sky&lt;br /&gt;And I am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, oh you, every single thing you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;What you do&lt;br /&gt;When you do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;They're so you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;That's so you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-6831026947611085953?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/6831026947611085953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-so-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6831026947611085953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/6831026947611085953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-so-you.html' title='That&apos;s So You'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZgJB3jTjTik/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4114437689284031502</id><published>2011-06-01T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:48:25.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessional Hands Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="352" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mtzNeSiVQeQ" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the butterflies when I met Athirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in for luck,&lt;br /&gt;breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;this air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;This night is wild,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and dull,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts they race,&lt;br /&gt;from self control.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth,&lt;br /&gt;as they graze mine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;"hey did you get some?"&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;the dim of the soft lights,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;The streets were wet&lt;br /&gt;and the gate was locked so I jumped it,&lt;br /&gt;and I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist&lt;br /&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4114437689284031502?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4114437689284031502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/dashboard-confessional-hands-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4114437689284031502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4114437689284031502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/dashboard-confessional-hands-down.html' title='Dashboard Confessional Hands Down'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mtzNeSiVQeQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2059777843581065942</id><published>2011-06-01T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:40:25.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>You Have Stolen My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="352" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j82FBbgpUy4" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you my Athirah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2059777843581065942?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2059777843581065942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-have-stolen-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2059777843581065942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2059777843581065942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-have-stolen-my-heart.html' title='You Have Stolen My Heart'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j82FBbgpUy4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-958221668042779190</id><published>2011-06-01T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:28:34.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cAb5tfzYzM/TeV5OLXTSJI/AAAAAAAADEs/HQ5KQJ5d6r8/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cAb5tfzYzM/TeV5OLXTSJI/AAAAAAAADEs/HQ5KQJ5d6r8/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know what to say, I felt like I'm with her for a very very very long time. VERY! I love her everyday and still I miss her always. She's the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-958221668042779190?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/958221668042779190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/958221668042779190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/958221668042779190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cAb5tfzYzM/TeV5OLXTSJI/AAAAAAAADEs/HQ5KQJ5d6r8/s72-c/IMG_0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7138295935544366430</id><published>2011-05-25T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:59:24.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>Shut up, You know my name, not my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqbm3CKWU1qfdwsio1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqbm3CKWU1qfdwsio1_500.gif" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People say I'm selfish because I forget people easily. People say I forget what people say easily. I also tend to forget people's name and face easily. What I'm saying is the fact of my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick character isn't it? Selfish. Yeah, I don't care about anyone actually. I don't really do remember what people say. I forget shits easily. People say they forget shits in days. Those are bullshit. They forget shit in days but in some parts of their life, they'll tend to remember it back. I don't I forget, I forget forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may have known me and right now reading this and say "shit, you do remember some shit" yeah I actually don't. I don't remember it. I somehow have the ability to relate to a movie and lie. Sometimes that lie about my past is to dig in someone's story. I don't remember my past. Unless it's something meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you talk shit about me. Say shits about me. I may know or heard, but I listen and be angry for an hour then forget about it. You say shit about me, I heard about it, the next day I walk pass you and smile like I've never heard about it. The reason is because, it's nothing actually. I got nothing to prove whether it's true or not. Who are you people to me? No body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I brought this shit up is because today I heard people talk shit about me about how someone hits my car and it's "sekadar". It affects some instructors' point of view about me. I lost trust to them and I lost a collaboration. Still, I heard about it and know what group that says shit about me. I'd just smile to you the next day. Why? Who the fuck are you to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say who the fuck am I and right back to you ass-face. Mirror yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7138295935544366430?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7138295935544366430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/shut-up-you-know-my-name-not-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7138295935544366430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7138295935544366430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/shut-up-you-know-my-name-not-my-life.html' title='Shut up, You know my name, not my life.'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7911096727914166416</id><published>2011-05-25T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:10:11.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>Freak The Freak Out</title><content type='html'>I was watching this video clip on the television a while ago and I've been thinking about one thing specifically and that one thing fits the background music for my mind. That video i'm talking about is this video.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6oE23XeZPM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6oE23XeZPM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been thinking, it's not the physical appearances of a person your with. It's not about what they are. It's not about their past. It's about who you are when you're with them. It's about how happy you are. In the end, the truthful facts is that, it's all about you. Let me list them, why it's all about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you happy with them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you marrying them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you spending your entire life with them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does they affect your life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How they make your life become?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go on with the lists, because I gave you some basic ideas and I know you could think more facts about it too. So, what I'm trying to say is. When you're with someone, it doesn't matter anything about their past or any stories you've heard about them. The one thing matters is that what you feel when you're with them. Correct me if I'm wrong. I'm just thinking. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7911096727914166416?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7911096727914166416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/freak-freak-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7911096727914166416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7911096727914166416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/freak-freak-out.html' title='Freak The Freak Out'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3510990031666968526</id><published>2011-05-22T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:01:22.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Robin Scherbatsky</title><content type='html'>"The future is scary, but you can’t just run back to the past because it’s familiar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3510990031666968526?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3510990031666968526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/robin-scherbatsky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3510990031666968526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3510990031666968526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/robin-scherbatsky.html' title='Robin Scherbatsky'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-848135062411190747</id><published>2011-05-20T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:51:15.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Car Accident. Drive Safe</title><content type='html'>Accidents may happen to anyone. What I'm trying to say is, anything can happen at anytime which may not be your fault. That's why people say it's an accident, because it's an accident. Recently i've experienced my first car accident due to some obstacles during my drive back home. I turned 3 times and I don't remember anything. Panicked and Pissed. Here's the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZnoyBiE900/TdZ-DtS2b4I/AAAAAAAADEg/e6qcCKyTabg/s1600/15052011241+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZnoyBiE900/TdZ-DtS2b4I/AAAAAAAADEg/e6qcCKyTabg/s400/15052011241+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2XCeH9FNsg/TdZ-QtShIKI/AAAAAAAADEk/g8_rNKz3fGI/s1600/15052011243+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2XCeH9FNsg/TdZ-QtShIKI/AAAAAAAADEk/g8_rNKz3fGI/s400/15052011243+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what's it going to be? The end of the revver? No WAY! Tune in for more E90 updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-848135062411190747?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/848135062411190747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/car-accident-drive-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/848135062411190747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/848135062411190747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/car-accident-drive-safe.html' title='Car Accident. Drive Safe'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZnoyBiE900/TdZ-DtS2b4I/AAAAAAAADEg/e6qcCKyTabg/s72-c/15052011241+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2714677939474193516</id><published>2011-05-20T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:47:51.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>E90 - Bought Some Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. What's in that JASMA box? We'll find out on the future's update about this car. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkoRKxOggow/TdZ97LzPgfI/AAAAAAAADEc/HZdvncaryCI/s1600/14052011231+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkoRKxOggow/TdZ97LzPgfI/AAAAAAAADEc/HZdvncaryCI/s320/14052011231+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_xlQ15u60c/TdZ-SPieU5I/AAAAAAAADEo/1IDV2bL7zOE/s1600/14052011233+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_xlQ15u60c/TdZ-SPieU5I/AAAAAAAADEo/1IDV2bL7zOE/s320/14052011233+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought a CD Player and speakers because this car has no tune in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tune in for more updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2714677939474193516?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2714677939474193516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/e90-bought-some-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2714677939474193516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2714677939474193516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/e90-bought-some-stuffs.html' title='E90 - Bought Some Stuffs'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkoRKxOggow/TdZ97LzPgfI/AAAAAAAADEc/HZdvncaryCI/s72-c/14052011231+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5786508911390544643</id><published>2011-05-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:39:59.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corolla EE90/92'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Toyota E90</title><content type='html'>I don't really know this car chassis well but it's definitely a Toyota and it's a Corolla 90's generation. The reason why this car is chosen to be my 2nd car is because it's simple. I call this car E90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbmDM6RuCEs/TdZ8ZbG5S2I/AAAAAAAADEQ/xzluKRwz8Aw/s1600/IMG_5512+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbmDM6RuCEs/TdZ8ZbG5S2I/AAAAAAAADEQ/xzluKRwz8Aw/s320/IMG_5512+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHAK3fh9YJU/TdZ8hJCuEkI/AAAAAAAADEU/fCzdRiivl44/s1600/IMG_5515+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHAK3fh9YJU/TdZ8hJCuEkI/AAAAAAAADEU/fCzdRiivl44/s320/IMG_5515+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CUKm17JxFU/TdZ8mRj3ROI/AAAAAAAADEY/jwLsC4LwLVo/s1600/IMG_5516+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CUKm17JxFU/TdZ8mRj3ROI/AAAAAAAADEY/jwLsC4LwLVo/s320/IMG_5516+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From what Kenny suggested. It's a long way to go for a full mod of this car. Probably 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5786508911390544643?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5786508911390544643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-e90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5786508911390544643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5786508911390544643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-e90.html' title='Toyota E90'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbmDM6RuCEs/TdZ8ZbG5S2I/AAAAAAAADEQ/xzluKRwz8Aw/s72-c/IMG_5512+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7539560030300779090</id><published>2011-05-20T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:21:53.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon! BTHC and Jakarta! - Next Update</title><content type='html'>I haven't update about my trip to Jakarta and recent gigs with my friends right? I'll post an upload later. Here's some quick review!&lt;span id="goog_1600269220"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1600269221"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxvcr33AKhM/TdXrTDLuAII/AAAAAAAADEA/CLrG-_OS0TA/s1600/IMG_0310+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxvcr33AKhM/TdXrTDLuAII/AAAAAAAADEA/CLrG-_OS0TA/s400/IMG_0310+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inside story of magnificent Faris. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWHuy33YXTo/TdXrY89RihI/AAAAAAAADEE/nJzd57xdlec/s1600/IMG_0320+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWHuy33YXTo/TdXrY89RihI/AAAAAAAADEE/nJzd57xdlec/s400/IMG_0320+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inside story of Jick's inside's inside. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYzAfQKVCIQ/TdXrgFlwZdI/AAAAAAAADEI/yBdMA65tN2c/s1600/IMG_0386+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYzAfQKVCIQ/TdXrgFlwZdI/AAAAAAAADEI/yBdMA65tN2c/s400/IMG_0386+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunnay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hL3bqu52EI/TdXroKY1iLI/AAAAAAAADEM/0-r6mV3l28A/s1600/IMG_0515+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hL3bqu52EI/TdXroKY1iLI/AAAAAAAADEM/0-r6mV3l28A/s400/IMG_0515+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parts of the BTHC members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7539560030300779090?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7539560030300779090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/coming-soon-bthc-and-jakarta-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7539560030300779090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7539560030300779090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/coming-soon-bthc-and-jakarta-next.html' title='Coming Soon! BTHC and Jakarta! - Next Update'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxvcr33AKhM/TdXrTDLuAII/AAAAAAAADEA/CLrG-_OS0TA/s72-c/IMG_0310+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-486740580636799098</id><published>2011-05-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:16:39.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><title type='text'>Echo/Yaris Part 4 - INGS+1 Honda Jazz</title><content type='html'>Currently my Echo/Yaris/Vitz is now attached with Honda Jazz INGS +1 Bodykit. Reason why I get this bodykit is because I've practically tried different bodykits and couldn't match with the green color. Spent $2k on this car already just for the looks. People said, go for performance. I don't think I'd go for performance on this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;INGS+1 with TE37 Rim &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZB8AdD3eSM/TdTu_8qQ_UI/AAAAAAAADDU/XCbhB7jeOdw/s1600/IMG_5292+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZB8AdD3eSM/TdTu_8qQ_UI/AAAAAAAADDU/XCbhB7jeOdw/s400/IMG_5292+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfhWEcLRNZM/TdTvEp-4a5I/AAAAAAAADDY/Irg24INiOB0/s1600/IMG_5377+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfhWEcLRNZM/TdTvEp-4a5I/AAAAAAAADDY/Irg24INiOB0/s400/IMG_5377+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms0oxHsFJvY/TdTvJaujg_I/AAAAAAAADDc/eLc_M7DAZ3I/s1600/IMG_5381+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms0oxHsFJvY/TdTvJaujg_I/AAAAAAAADDc/eLc_M7DAZ3I/s400/IMG_5381+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqYQm0TZ16U/TdTvMzC1wDI/AAAAAAAADDg/Djk41csnLhU/s1600/IMG_5390+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqYQm0TZ16U/TdTvMzC1wDI/AAAAAAAADDg/Djk41csnLhU/s400/IMG_5390+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;INGS+1 with RG Rim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqsmvBCga2M/TdXqNw44pkI/AAAAAAAADD0/03YPcTlfi1A/s1600/IMG_5235+Developed+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqsmvBCga2M/TdXqNw44pkI/AAAAAAAADD0/03YPcTlfi1A/s400/IMG_5235+Developed+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLXkBBACc28/TdXqWLoEtAI/AAAAAAAADD4/MzuolkwYcJA/s1600/IMG_5242+Developed-2+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLXkBBACc28/TdXqWLoEtAI/AAAAAAAADD4/MzuolkwYcJA/s400/IMG_5242+Developed-2+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5FE6zaMKpg/TdXqf2o-r4I/AAAAAAAADD8/ymiw4PvRjxM/s1600/IMG_5245+Developed-2+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5FE6zaMKpg/TdXqf2o-r4I/AAAAAAAADD8/ymiw4PvRjxM/s400/IMG_5245+Developed-2+Edited+by+Syairazi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-486740580636799098?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/486740580636799098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/echoyaris-part-4-ings1-honda-jazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/486740580636799098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/486740580636799098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/echoyaris-part-4-ings1-honda-jazz.html' title='Echo/Yaris Part 4 - INGS+1 Honda Jazz'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZB8AdD3eSM/TdTu_8qQ_UI/AAAAAAAADDU/XCbhB7jeOdw/s72-c/IMG_5292+Edited+%2526+Resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7221700896826194430</id><published>2011-05-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:11:55.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Echo/Yaris Part 3 - Going 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7v3JyGyP5E/Tc_8Z4ICshI/AAAAAAAADDI/i4eLJQyUlJs/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7v3JyGyP5E/Tc_8Z4ICshI/AAAAAAAADDI/i4eLJQyUlJs/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People use racing tow hook now a days to make their car look cool. Not for me, I hit my car on a wall and make my car look so damn hardcore. Haha. The back of my car looks got some damaged body. Also on the right back side have been hit by a crazy old woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-rt0F3O7s/Tc_8kWblKDI/AAAAAAAADDM/ygVD2okW6OY/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-rt0F3O7s/Tc_8kWblKDI/AAAAAAAADDM/ygVD2okW6OY/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wVZ96kPFFE/Tc_8z9pAciI/AAAAAAAADDQ/2_0VMyouyVI/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wVZ96kPFFE/Tc_8z9pAciI/AAAAAAAADDQ/2_0VMyouyVI/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look at that fog light. Hahaha. It's projecting lights not on the road. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7221700896826194430?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7221700896826194430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/echoyaris-part-3-going-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7221700896826194430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7221700896826194430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/echoyaris-part-3-going-17.html' title='Echo/Yaris Part 3 - Going 17'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7v3JyGyP5E/Tc_8Z4ICshI/AAAAAAAADDI/i4eLJQyUlJs/s72-c/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8702558842002904411</id><published>2011-05-16T17:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:10:18.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Britney Spears - Till The World Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qzU9OrZlKb8?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8702558842002904411?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8702558842002904411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/britney-spears-till-world-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8702558842002904411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8702558842002904411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/britney-spears-till-world-ends.html' title='Britney Spears - Till The World Ends'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qzU9OrZlKb8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8858044726016200372</id><published>2011-05-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:09:39.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Friends, Homies, Dudes</title><content type='html'>I have different friends from different parts of my life. I have friends from the part I love &lt;i&gt;musics&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from I love &lt;i&gt;skateboarding&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from I love &lt;i&gt;gadgets&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from I love &lt;i&gt;photography&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from I love &lt;i&gt;videography&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from the part I love cars, I have friends from the part I love to &lt;i&gt;hangout&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I have friends from I love bla bla bla. In the end, they're all a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well friends are friends. They'll help you in every other ways."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've got Daniel to help me on a car accident. Called Kenny to open the Green Workshop (HJH) in KB to save my engine's life first. Sad thing, Ah Chen is at Labuan now. So, I have to wait for my engine to be transferred to another body. Kenny called for many times, he's looking for many cars for me. He's a good friend and he helped me a lot. I wish him a very good luck for his new turbo. Salute you Drag King. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8858044726016200372?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8858044726016200372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/friends-homies-dudes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8858044726016200372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8858044726016200372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/friends-homies-dudes.html' title='Friends, Homies, Dudes'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7673615437538205004</id><published>2011-05-15T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:41:27.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>My Echo Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Toyota Echo/Yaris In The Year 2009 - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-flJ8lJDW4/Tc8gEf41bAI/AAAAAAAADC8/WW5FRTFY4DY/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-flJ8lJDW4/Tc8gEf41bAI/AAAAAAAADC8/WW5FRTFY4DY/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Still with the $80 Cap Rim Bought at Eric (Tyremart) I'm going for simple and smart style at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJe9Y8q5X9o/Tc8fm5lrPSI/AAAAAAAADC4/YiwimtxyPkA/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJe9Y8q5X9o/Tc8fm5lrPSI/AAAAAAAADC4/YiwimtxyPkA/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was so angry that the expensive cap rim is gone, I bought a $15 cap rim. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxjj9VqcTZY/Tc8g9ZHcvuI/AAAAAAAADDE/01fsPigaQss/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxjj9VqcTZY/Tc8g9ZHcvuI/AAAAAAAADDE/01fsPigaQss/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7673615437538205004?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7673615437538205004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-echo-part-2-hardcore-damage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7673615437538205004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7673615437538205004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-echo-part-2-hardcore-damage.html' title='My Echo Part 2'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-flJ8lJDW4/Tc8gEf41bAI/AAAAAAAADC8/WW5FRTFY4DY/s72-c/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8270836525111302161</id><published>2011-05-14T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:13:47.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cars'/><title type='text'>Echo/Yaris/Vitz Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9EKfHl6eN4/Tc6ZuIN1GzI/AAAAAAAADCs/3CMoLEDXZio/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9EKfHl6eN4/Tc6ZuIN1GzI/AAAAAAAADCs/3CMoLEDXZio/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Toyota Echo/Yaris/Vitz in 2008 with new Headlights and 15" Rims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMg8BpFfz8/Tc6Zj_0EwKI/AAAAAAAADCo/JA3Mqd9X83g/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMg8BpFfz8/Tc6Zj_0EwKI/AAAAAAAADCo/JA3Mqd9X83g/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Toyota Echo/Yaris/Vitz in 2009 with Rim Caps, because I love how smart it looks.&amp;nbsp;Innocent look with muffler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyWXj4pCAYw/Tc6Z6yqB9UI/AAAAAAAADCw/rN-6xhA2WhE/s1600/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyWXj4pCAYw/Tc6Z6yqB9UI/AAAAAAAADCw/rN-6xhA2WhE/s400/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Done with changing radiator fluids. The mechanic drove my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8270836525111302161?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8270836525111302161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-echoyarisvitz-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8270836525111302161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8270836525111302161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-echoyarisvitz-part-1.html' title='Echo/Yaris/Vitz Part 1'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9EKfHl6eN4/Tc6ZuIN1GzI/AAAAAAAADCs/3CMoLEDXZio/s72-c/Yaris+Echo+Vitz+Toyota+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3566911931856365501</id><published>2011-05-11T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:24:41.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>I won't die in death</title><content type='html'>Seems like forever, like forever since I tore myself apart and left my friends in the wake. I'm not the same man and I don't dare try to uncover all the darkness I hide. It's like my demons are my lovers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3566911931856365501?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3566911931856365501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wont-die-in-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3566911931856365501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3566911931856365501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wont-die-in-death.html' title='I won&apos;t die in death'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8364505250499860386</id><published>2011-05-11T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:49:59.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>I Am Whatever You Say I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj0dz0VTv81qf2qx7o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj0dz0VTv81qf2qx7o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8364505250499860386?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8364505250499860386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-whatever-you-say-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8364505250499860386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8364505250499860386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-whatever-you-say-i-am.html' title='I Am Whatever You Say I Am'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5893931446263568912</id><published>2011-05-11T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:32:50.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You.</title><content type='html'>This country, we grow non-tasty fruits. So are the people who grew here. Face your facts right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5893931446263568912?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5893931446263568912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-me-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5893931446263568912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5893931446263568912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-me-tell-you.html' title='Let Me Tell You.'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-9173351416707832540</id><published>2011-05-09T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:30:01.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I'm saving money for car parts. Will it be worthed? Damn. I'm confused. All I actually wanted left is to work, constant income, home, get married, have kids and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-9173351416707832540?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/9173351416707832540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9173351416707832540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9173351416707832540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5993576773790040063</id><published>2011-05-09T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:38:20.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>There, Threre</title><content type='html'>I thought no time or space could separate us. With all that we've been through. When I see your face. You'd always smile at me. I felt so safe. But she's crying because she liked me better when&amp;nbsp;I was different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5993576773790040063?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5993576773790040063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-threre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5993576773790040063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5993576773790040063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-threre.html' title='There, Threre'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3882823249796142346</id><published>2011-05-09T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:34:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>I'm a loser. Nobody is a loser-er than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3882823249796142346?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3882823249796142346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3882823249796142346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3882823249796142346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5581832984647805236</id><published>2011-05-08T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:36:27.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Rest till death</title><content type='html'>I'm facing my final exams for National Diploma! Anyway, people are saying "Time travels so fast". I don't know why but my days since the first day is still remembered like yesterday but my time still doesn't travels so fast maybe I'm living in a different world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could the time travels so fast if you do lots of things in the middle? How? Tell me how. That's either a lie or you people are not accepting the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me that Sleep is the cousin of death. Day Dreaming is their other cousin. So I'll sleep when I wanted to get off reality. I travel time only 5-12 hours advanced. How? Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5581832984647805236?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5581832984647805236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/rest-till-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5581832984647805236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5581832984647805236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/rest-till-death.html' title='Rest till death'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4015721742787238087</id><published>2011-05-07T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:47:01.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Two Car Two Care?</title><content type='html'>I'm&amp;nbsp;practically&amp;nbsp;in love with my Toyota Echo. It's fuel&amp;nbsp;efficiency is the illest! Yeah, i'm maintaining this car with full of love and care. Oil Change every 4000 Miles. Yeah It's too early. But I don't care. The smoother it drives, the happier I am. Changing the ATF too since my Echo is Auto Tranny. Hehehe.&amp;nbsp;Yeah! It's auto and fuel efficient. Oil Filter changing is a must too. Radiator fluids changed every 1 month. For all my servicing. I'll ask my mechanic to do a flush first. They'll know what I want, I'll just send my car there and they'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my second car. It doesn't have a camshaft yet. Haven't know what oil to use yet. Just swapped the engine. And It's not for daily drive. It's for night time drive. Haha. Maintaining it rarely. Hmm. I love this car too but I still need to work with my foot works. Never win even once. Always got problem with the 1st or 2nd heat. But each event have 3 heats only so I'm not going to even win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse Not going against Subarus. 2.0 Liter engines only. Like the SR20, B16, b18, K20, 4A-GE, 5MGE, and etc. Vios could join. What we did is just for fun and for the love of tuning and modding cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4015721742787238087?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4015721742787238087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-car-two-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4015721742787238087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4015721742787238087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-car-two-care.html' title='Two Car Two Care?'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5837789406577145654</id><published>2011-05-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:50:23.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>May and Her.</title><content type='html'>I remember the month May. It's the month where I first met Athirah, last year, after 5 years. Yeah, we met around the year 2005. Actually she's in my class in Primary 4 in St.John. I don't have guts at that time. I barely talk to girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5837789406577145654?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5837789406577145654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-and-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5837789406577145654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5837789406577145654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-and-her.html' title='May and Her.'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3570065712875650225</id><published>2011-05-07T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:13:39.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><title type='text'>Rock-A-Bye-Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm not rich but I'm not even trying to be rich. I'm not crazy but I'm not even trying to be crazy. I'm a person who plays around with words. Choose your words wise. I'll answer you wrong, answer you with the words you choose. Play your cards right. Oops. 4 A's! Bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3570065712875650225?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3570065712875650225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-bye-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3570065712875650225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3570065712875650225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-bye-baby.html' title='Rock-A-Bye-Baby'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3201333419548327442</id><published>2011-05-07T05:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T05:29:33.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota FT86</title><content type='html'>Did I say I wanted the car FT86 during it's being a concept last year? Well when the car has come out. I'd say, NO! I don't want the FT86. Why? Because it's using Subaru's Boxer engine. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3201333419548327442?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3201333419548327442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-ft86.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3201333419548327442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3201333419548327442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/toyota-ft86.html' title='Toyota FT86'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-428017399032068691</id><published>2011-05-07T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T04:19:53.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Make 'em say , make 'em say oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if it's not about about the dream, then it's not about about me. It's been a couple four weeks without a good night's sleep. The journey that i'm facing plus the dreams that i'm chasing. I'm suppose to be studying Digital Electronic for now. As this is my last month in college. This is the last exam. I need to score but my brain's somewhere. Do you get it? No you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-428017399032068691?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/428017399032068691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-em-say-make-em-say-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/428017399032068691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/428017399032068691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-em-say-make-em-say-oh.html' title='Make &apos;em say , make &apos;em say oh'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8709726339053938110</id><published>2011-05-07T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T04:09:37.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Smile on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wake the whole damn world homie, I don't give a fuck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Send my mind on it's way, I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Somewhere in my own dimension. I don't give a fuck. Somehow I find it funny when people say they don't give a flying fuck but they do. Well I don't. I'm in my own world. Even if it's a small world. I'm happy with it. Couple of friends. I don't give a fuck. All I need is people who still remembers me in hard or easy times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8709726339053938110?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8709726339053938110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8709726339053938110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8709726339053938110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile-on-you.html' title='Smile on you'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5784291393312348329</id><published>2011-05-07T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T04:16:35.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Corolla vs Civic (Toyota vs Honda)</title><content type='html'>I've seen people being biased over the net saying Toyota is faster than Honda. Then some group says that Honda is faster than Toyota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on... It's the ways of tuning guys. Don't be biased. It's different aspects that should be viewed on a car's quality. Firstly, people will look at the look. It's either JDM, USDM, AUDM, or UKDM. The difference are the bumpers, color choice, taillights, headlights, license plate holder and etc. Then for your personal taste is the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with looks. There goes your performance tuning. It's your choice. Camshafts, Intakes Systems, Exhaust Systems, and etc. Your ECU choices and tuning. Your shifting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda goes for REV! Toyota is a stable engine. Your choice. For me, personally I like civics. In tuning, street racing scene, I love Civics. As daily car, I wanted to get an Integra DC2 or DC5 just for a looks and no go. I dreamed of getting an NSX. For family car I prefer&amp;nbsp;Odyssey. My late father is also a fan of Honda he had an H22 Prelude. 4 doors prelude. another white 4 doors prelude. 1990's Accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I know I can't afford the maintenance of a Honda. Especially GS-R type engine. That's the reason why I go for Toyota. In my experience, yeah Toyota doesn't need much maintenance than Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do have 20k in hand. I'd get a DC2 with stock B18C with internal mods. Yeah!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;OR I'll swap the engine with h22a engine STOCK with intake systems and exhaust systems with ecu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either ways. If I have more money I'd go for Lexus or Supra IV. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people might think that racing is shits. They don't understand. We are all the same. Only that we love Tuning and Modding cars. We love the mechanism of engines. Just like you like Expensive Wardrobes/Clothings. Just like you love to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that our car is just looks and no go. When people look at a girl, you'll head-turn on a girl with big boobs, personal taste of skin tone, nice hair, sexy voices and preferable clothings. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car, rims are the boobs, skin tone is our body color, the hair is our emblems, clothings are our bodykits, sexy voices are our intake sound + exhaust sound all together. The girl's attitude is our engine. Do you know what's on the hood? Do you know the attitude of the girl inside just by looking? No No No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5784291393312348329?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5784291393312348329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/corolla-vs-civic-toyota-vs-honda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5784291393312348329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5784291393312348329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/corolla-vs-civic-toyota-vs-honda.html' title='Corolla vs Civic (Toyota vs Honda)'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-678680944947261728</id><published>2011-05-05T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:14:10.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Slapped AE92</title><content type='html'>I'm still working out the engine parts. Still looking for camshafts and ECU. Should I go for a the blacktop ecu or the aftermarket ecu? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the looks of my car. Probably going to get a set of racing wheels for it. Just to get another "head-turning-car" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3khh93oyAbs/TcJLt4MZgpI/AAAAAAAADCg/_EVU0MBjhUA/s1600/dsc79671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3khh93oyAbs/TcJLt4MZgpI/AAAAAAAADCg/_EVU0MBjhUA/s400/dsc79671.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This wheels should be fine right? Yeah. That's what my AE92 almost looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I've been thinking about wide bodied AE92. That'll be sickly the illest! Damn. But if I do so, I'll get a wider wheels. So, i'll think about it again. I just have to figure out as this is my second car and both my cars are not street legal. But wide bodies are awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waaeFAUqa3E/TcJLvVVT-pI/AAAAAAAADCk/wWF0A2gG5qs/s1600/tumblr_lknqpticpP1qdis83o1_500+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waaeFAUqa3E/TcJLvVVT-pI/AAAAAAAADCk/wWF0A2gG5qs/s400/tumblr_lknqpticpP1qdis83o1_500+-+Copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is sickly illest! Imagine this widebody being applied to my AE92. Imagine it! haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess. Adios Amigos Brothas' and Sistas'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-678680944947261728?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/678680944947261728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/slapped-ae92.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/678680944947261728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/678680944947261728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/slapped-ae92.html' title='Slapped AE92'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3khh93oyAbs/TcJLt4MZgpI/AAAAAAAADCg/_EVU0MBjhUA/s72-c/dsc79671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3243208102432024481</id><published>2011-05-05T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:40:23.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>FAST FIVE!!</title><content type='html'>Fast five is out in hell yes I've watched it! Through Youtube. HAHA. Anyway, i've been thinking a lot about cars lately. I realized it's not about the horsepower. It's about who gets a head turn more is the winner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime your car passes groups of people. They'll turn their heads on your car. That's kick-ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3243208102432024481?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3243208102432024481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/fast-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3243208102432024481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3243208102432024481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/fast-five.html' title='FAST FIVE!!'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2287483681707240053</id><published>2011-05-03T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:36:29.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Social?</title><content type='html'>I'm an Anti-Social now. Haha. I've been running away from people. I'm more into serious stuffs like making my own Graphic designs, concentrating on my college, taking photos, making short film, and something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, social networking? Yeah, I'm no more updated in Twitter and Facebook. I've ended twitter life months ago as I've had problems with people following me around in malls, shops, parties and somewhere. Maybe it's my fault that I'm too updated. When you get addicted, you won't stop till it hits you hard on the face. Well my twitter hits me hard after some incident. I'm now addicted to Tumblr. Haha. Well facebook, i've deactivated my facebook. Also for some personal reason. Yet, there are specific people like my friend Boii, also the guitarist of my band contacts me from there as we had difficulties in contacting each other. My car group also updated there. Still, I wanted to deactivate facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm actually also&amp;nbsp;concentrating&amp;nbsp;on my lyrics writing and vocal practice for my band. Somehow our two guitarists are busy with their life, so I'll just continue writing songs for our 3rd and 4th song. Our first guitarist is in Seria so, there's problem with us going to him. Now his beloved grandma is in the ICU and we'll pray the best for her as she had a stroke. Be strong Boi. Our 2nd guitarist is now concentrating on his studies in college. Maybe we'll schedule something after our drummer and myself ends our college this JUNE! FUCK YEAH! haha. Recording will be fixed around September or October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always at home. If I'm not I'll be out with my wife. Yes, I have a wife. Married to Athirah. Spread the shit. I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2287483681707240053?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2287483681707240053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/social.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2287483681707240053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2287483681707240053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/social.html' title='Social?'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8106501636687941206</id><published>2011-05-03T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:22:47.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heart Speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>TALK TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>Haha. People thinks I'm a moody person. People thinks I'm an angry psycho guy. People thinks I hate people. No, you're wrong. I just want someone to talk with. Not even one person I know! That wants to listen about me talking about cars or something I recently deal with. Well some did listen, but by the time I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you remember the time when I said about my friend with a volkswagon with a twin&amp;nbsp;supercharger&amp;nbsp;engine? That's him. Come, let's go talk to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said hi and talked and bla bla bla. &lt;em&gt;Oh yes, did I ever tell you I read facial expressions, voice tone, chosen words and body language? &lt;/em&gt;I applied them all everytime I had a conversation. So, when I found out the person seems to forget that I've told them the background story. I tend to not telling stories to that person anymore. May not be his interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only cars, I talk about adventure, nature, my experiences, business, money, computers, gadgets, shoes, cameras, t-shirts, LEDs related stuff, music, houses, oh well the list might go on because I talk about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a person who listen. You can talk to me about anything. I can talk to you about anything or atleast I try to know and ask related question so I will start to know about your topic and we'll get along well. Just talk to me, I'll tell you lots of stories you never know about me. Start with a "hey" or "Hi" or "Hello" Then you can end the conversation with "nice talking to you" or simply "bye".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8106501636687941206?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8106501636687941206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/talk-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8106501636687941206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8106501636687941206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/talk-to-me.html' title='TALK TO ME!!'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7633207254761270671</id><published>2011-05-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:13:19.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Cargasm</title><content type='html'>Lately, my new friends I've made is all from the knowledge of cars. Yeah, people may look at it like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's just a car. Your car isn't Audi R8, what's so special about it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well it is just a car. Some cars are made for it's specific reason. Some cars are modified for speed. Well, actually speed is in two categories. They are the ACCELERATION and TOP SPEED. Local speed hunters go for ACCELERATION as we here in Brunei doesn't have race tracks. Actually a TOP SPEED race is interesting as it goes for performance wise and the driver's wise. So, there are lots of factors needed to understood for this type of races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may go for Drifting. Drifting refers to a driving technique and to a motorsport where the driver intentionally over steers, causing loss of traction in the rear wheels through turns, while maintaining vehicle control and a high exit speed. Where you go SIDEWAYS!!! It feels good drifting. Some cars are mod for DRIFTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cars like 4WD cars are made for RALLY. Usually, Ken Block from DC does this kinds of race. Yeah, there are also a specific mod for this type of application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people may not know that there is actually a mod for Economically Driving. Yeah, people thinks that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That car has a sport rims, it's modified and it's fast. Damn!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LOOKS of the car is actually a factor that people usually comment at. the NON-CAR-FANS-PEOPLE usually judge the car by the looks. Yeah, typical humans judge by looks. Not only car, but also humans. Haha, I'm going off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS is what they judge at when looking at the car. Even if it doesn't go fast, it should have the look. Hellaflush! Haha. Yeah!! So, there are different types of modification. Look at the cars in the roads today and respect each of them. Pffft~ What am I talking about? You don't like cars. You just wanna drive cars and go party and hangout. Hahaha. It's okay. But just don't go and scratch people's car. Because~ who the fuck knows if the car is MODIFIED for CAMERA SURVEILLANCE??? HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've forgot how to write in a Blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7633207254761270671?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7633207254761270671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/cargasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7633207254761270671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7633207254761270671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/cargasm.html' title='Cargasm'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5851330214427789706</id><published>2011-05-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:58:15.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Useless Anger</title><content type='html'>I remember when I used to let out my anger. Now I'm controlling it and stuck them all of into my stomach and let my heart carry the pain. Everything lost, nothing gained. I guess the real enemy here is my self. From my experience, I tell you all the one of the thousands of lessons I've learned in the pass. It's better to have a broken nose than a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is you who revolves around your lover, even though you find it hard to believe. You are still the person who revolves around your love partner. What I meant from being you as the revolver around your partner is that, YOU ARE the person that affects your love life. YOU ARE the person who always have to be blamed if something is wrong with your love life. It's like the Ohm's law. All the currents, voltage and resistance obey the Ohm's law. So, this is the law you have to admit is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this situation, I am wrong. I am always wrong but I deny the law. The law that I made my self years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I've changed bit by bit. I've learned to control my anger. I've also learned to ignore people. I've also learned to say no. I've also learned to spend time alone rather than knocking out people's party or etc. I've learned to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5851330214427789706?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5851330214427789706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/useless-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5851330214427789706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5851330214427789706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2011/05/useless-anger.html' 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type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>You made me laugh, you made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;You made me happy you made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Let us both talk for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please don't say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1160407560529275648?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1160407560529275648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1160407560529275648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1160407560529275648'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3664512557702654788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-love.html' title='My Love!'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TQD4X40VIqI/AAAAAAAADA8/6Zh5m3NfvnU/s72-c/IMG_0001+Developedd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7497182519833073833</id><published>2010-12-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:24:11.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Supler Glue On My Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/067/c/4/Mein_glue_is_super__by_Alwook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/067/c/4/Mein_glue_is_super__by_Alwook.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I got my self into some trouble while trying to glue the stitches on my skate shoe so that when my shoes slide the grip tape, the stitches last longer. This technique works great, done it to all of my skate shoes and it does last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when trying to do that. I was very careless and I didn't turn on the light. I took the wrong shoe that's already on with super glue with my bare hand. Stupid me, how I didn't realize it at first but when I was trying to super glue it. I saw some glue marks, and straight away I looked at my hand. Haha. Yeah, that's the time I realize my hand is fully glued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my way on how to get rid of super glue from your skin. Get a nail polisher, and any jeans material. In my case, I'm using my denim jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the nail polisher to the jeans and rub it to the place where your skin is glued. Rub it for as long as possible and Voila! Your skin is back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7497182519833073833?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7497182519833073833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/supler-glue-on-my-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7497182519833073833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7497182519833073833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/supler-glue-on-my-skin.html' title='Supler Glue On My Skin'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7024681515831722855</id><published>2010-12-06T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:52:45.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Thinking of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I love to think and thinking loves me to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7024681515831722855?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7024681515831722855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7024681515831722855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7024681515831722855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-of-thoughts.html' title='Thinking of Thoughts'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-1178733687312060891</id><published>2010-12-06T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:48:54.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>I don't believe what media says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;If a weatherperson says it's a 50% chance of rain, it means that they don't even know if it's going to rain or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1178733687312060891?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1178733687312060891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-believe-what-media-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1178733687312060891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1178733687312060891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-believe-what-media-says.html' title='I don&apos;t believe what media says'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2966040911270203495</id><published>2010-12-05T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:08:33.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Tickle My Stomach</title><content type='html'>It's a funny thing when they say, "You're hot like shit." Well, i don't know if they got the facts right. A shit is pure hot at first then at the end the shit isn't hot. Is that what they meant? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2966040911270203495?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2966040911270203495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/tickle-my-stomach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2966040911270203495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2966040911270203495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/12/tickle-my-stomach.html' title='Tickle My Stomach'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-656752006586119805</id><published>2010-11-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:11:43.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Bought?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>V8 Engine TA40</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSg5tG2yD1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSg5tG2yD1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTdX0Lc7iwc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTdX0Lc7iwc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLnbLSFOaJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLnbLSFOaJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSg5tG2yD1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSg5tG2yD1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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TA40'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8341823636189794736</id><published>2010-11-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:59:01.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Bought?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Celica Burnout</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVCEDMi0iNk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVCEDMi0iNk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8341823636189794736?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8341823636189794736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/celica-burnout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8341823636189794736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8341823636189794736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/celica-burnout.html' title='Celica Burnout'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-151288639653190135</id><published>2010-11-30T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:55:31.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Bought?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Celica TA40 Drifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ux59w5KKb7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ux59w5KKb7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-151288639653190135?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/151288639653190135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pistons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRD camshaft 304/304 duration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightened Flywheel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ported &amp;amp; Polished Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aisin Big valves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aisin Breakerless Distributor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aisin Breakerless Igniter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aisin electric fuel pump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRD double valve springs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3T crankshaft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4AF clutch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7K pressure plate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaved head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Custom 4-2-1 headers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Custom 2" exhaust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;twin side Mikkuni 44 Type R&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Custom intake manifold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street race springs (improvised)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T50 transmission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4.8 2 way LSD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weber &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8678451415554117708?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8678451415554117708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-to-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8678451415554117708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8678451415554117708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-to-find.html' title='Things to find'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-604243309076113959</id><published>2010-11-04T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:24:43.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>I don't go for typical girls. What I meant by typical is a girl who want's to be someone else but herself. Some girls are to ego to think that they're not being typical. Well that's typical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-604243309076113959?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/604243309076113959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/604243309076113959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/604243309076113959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/11/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3733201625171700507</id><published>2010-09-15T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T03:42:36.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>One Day I Will Have These</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OnttCW1I/AAAAAAAAC_4/e52QunlSANM/s1600/HOTRODSYAI+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OnttCW1I/AAAAAAAAC_4/e52QunlSANM/s800/HOTRODSYAI+%282%29.jpg" width="440px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OtPBLQiI/AAAAAAAADAI/1lHnyV1vO7w/s1600/HOTRODSYAI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OtPBLQiI/AAAAAAAADAI/1lHnyV1vO7w/s800/HOTRODSYAI.jpg" width="440px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OpJRxGtI/AAAAAAAADAA/nKE9lBu2WxA/s1600/HOTRODSYAI+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OpJRxGtI/AAAAAAAADAA/nKE9lBu2WxA/s800/HOTRODSYAI+%281%29.jpg" width="440px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-3733201625171700507?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3733201625171700507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-day-i-will-have-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3733201625171700507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3733201625171700507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-day-i-will-have-these.html' title='One Day I Will Have These'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TI_OnttCW1I/AAAAAAAAC_4/e52QunlSANM/s72-c/HOTRODSYAI+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-774785266671336451</id><published>2010-08-22T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:07:36.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions Asked'/><title type='text'>Surfing Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Question: How many hours do you spend surfing the Internet in a day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I guess it's averagely 3 hours per day. I'll surf when I'm free like on Thursday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/syairazi?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Any thing to ask?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-774785266671336451?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/774785266671336451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-many-hours-do-you-spend-surfing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/774785266671336451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/774785266671336451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-many-hours-do-you-spend-surfing.html' title='Surfing Internet'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8690804976381079802</id><published>2010-08-22T20:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:09:42.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question Asked'/><title type='text'>Suicide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Question: If you see anyone that you know is trying to attempt suicide, what will you do or say to prevent him from doing so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Answer: Punch him till he faint and sent him right off to the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/syairazi?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Any thing to ask?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8690804976381079802?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8690804976381079802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-see-anyone-that-you-know-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8690804976381079802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8690804976381079802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-see-anyone-that-you-know-is.html' title='Suicide?'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8496316741560612766</id><published>2010-08-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:20:01.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>I Will Be</title><content type='html'>There’s nothing I could say to you. Nothing I could ever do to make you see. What you mean to me. All the pain the tears I cried. Still you never said goodbye and now I know how far you’d go. I know I let you down but it's not like that now. This time I’ll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be all that you want and get myself together. Cause you keep me from falling apart. All my life I’ll be with you forever. To get you through the day and make everything okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8496316741560612766?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8496316741560612766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8496316741560612766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8496316741560612766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be.html' title='I Will Be'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4216500857347374181</id><published>2010-08-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:10:08.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Cryptopsy</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with these people? Wait, I think the problem here is me. I listen too much bad stuffs about me. Let me think positive and I'll get them back. Haha. The only problem is that I'm a person who says shit infront of that person directly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-4216500857347374181?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4216500857347374181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/cryptopsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4216500857347374181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4216500857347374181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/cryptopsy.html' title='Cryptopsy'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-1848953869154367701</id><published>2010-08-21T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:01:45.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Twitter Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Twitter is a fun social networking to use. The only problem is &lt;i&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/i&gt;. Most people would start being sarcastic in some of their updates. Sarcasm is common. Sometimes I'm also being sarcastic to people I hate but I don't want to be directed to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I don't understand. I know I was being talked about but when I met that person face to face. They simply act like there's nothing happened. Like they had never talked about me. Well that's bullcraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at pretending that I don't know. It's better that I don't know so, think about it alright? Hehe. Here's a hint, put your handphones away from me. I might read your Direct Message. :)  Perhaps your boyfriend's/girlfriend's phone? Probably your laptop? Or your boyfriend/girlfriend's laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not stop gossiping. What if I start a brutal gossip about you? How would you feel? But actually this world is fair enough. If you hate people, people hate you back. If you start gossiping, you will be gossiped back. I guess that's what turns on most ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-1848953869154367701?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/1848953869154367701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter-sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1848953869154367701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/1848953869154367701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter-sarcasm.html' title='Twitter Sarcasm'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-8266040655281280630</id><published>2010-08-21T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:00:39.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Today's Negatively Different</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was shocked by truth. Today I was caught for lies. I don't really know how to say this but what I know it is totally different. Well, I have to go for this theory which goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A person can do whatever they can do and you can't stop it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been ignored for years and I think I should be used to it. Well here's the main question. Should I or I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good today. I've ignored my friend's invitation to go to Bandar. Ignored everything my friends said. Now, it's almost Sungkai. I think I might drive to Bandar alone today just to clear my mind off. Most shops would be close but I'll just drive my mind away. Wait for signs, if it's raining then I'll be sleeping my day off today. If it's not raining, I'll be going to bandar alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-8266040655281280630?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/8266040655281280630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-negatively-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8266040655281280630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/8266040655281280630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-negatively-different.html' title='Today&apos;s Negatively Different'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-651410780631795860</id><published>2010-08-21T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:48:50.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Twitter?</title><content type='html'>Twitter, it's the best social networking that I've been using. Somehow, I don't feel like logging in to my Twitter account anymore. With specific reason, I don't think I'm going to update for a while. I might not read any replies or read people's update anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-651410780631795860?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/651410780631795860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/651410780631795860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/651410780631795860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter.html' title='Twitter?'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-5306077405128054876</id><published>2010-08-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:46:02.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Adapted</title><content type='html'>I guess the reason why I became the person who I am today is because I'm adapted of being hated by a lot of people. I'm used to this and when they hate me, I'll ignore and I will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-5306077405128054876?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/5306077405128054876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/adapted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5306077405128054876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/5306077405128054876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/adapted.html' title='Adapted'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-270711619063407922</id><published>2010-08-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:43:56.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>It's August. I miss my Father. I was the one who suppose to be dead. Now the month of August almost come to its end. I don't know about all of you but my days are actually moving slow. From the 1st of January until this month. I feel a lot of things happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-270711619063407922?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/270711619063407922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/270711619063407922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/270711619063407922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-3320318202903945604</id><published>2010-08-20T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:59:14.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Teerahzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TG32On47FmI/AAAAAAAAC_c/6oAGKmoFhjs/s1600/TEERAHZI2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TG32On47FmI/AAAAAAAAC_c/6oAGKmoFhjs/s800/TEERAHZI2.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Click the picture to Enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Designed this wallpaper earlier this month but finally I've decided to upload it. :)&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/7452215960380393582-3320318202903945604?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/3320318202903945604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/teerahzi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3320318202903945604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/3320318202903945604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/08/teerahzi.html' title='Teerahzi'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TG32On47FmI/AAAAAAAAC_c/6oAGKmoFhjs/s72-c/TEERAHZI2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2521706463671535527</id><published>2010-07-29T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:20:19.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Covering a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/W3LB3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/W3LB3" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2521706463671535527?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2521706463671535527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/covering-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2521706463671535527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2521706463671535527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/covering-song.html' title='Covering a Song'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-9047412167810571695</id><published>2010-07-29T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:30:30.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Luckiest Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I'm the luckiest guy on earth. It'll be a long story but I'll try to share because It's a bit difficult for me to express in any other way. Haven't met my friends for a while now, due to the fact that I'm busy with my project and college. Also busy with money making. Well, enough of the part why I'm busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sure you all have your first admire. I'm also pretty sure that's the first time you fall in love. I did have that moment of falling in love. I remember the long hair. I fell in love with a girl named Athirah. I guess I love girls with beautiful hairs before. Some friends would understand what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remembered every details of detailed details. From it was 2001 to 2005. Between those years, I haven't even talked to her. Infact, I never talked to any girl. What a loss I had. She doesn't even know me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think it was lucky that we met again in 2005 somewhere. It was 30 minutes of both of us talking together. I was still lucky because I talked to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now it's 2010, I can't believe she's mine. Have you ever dreamed to get a luxury car? Imagine that you dreamed of owning a Bugatti Car. Out of nowhere, you got that Bugatti's car key on your hand. It's yours. That's how I felt, when I got my Athirah. She's my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-9047412167810571695?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/9047412167810571695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/luckiest-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9047412167810571695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/9047412167810571695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/luckiest-person.html' title='Luckiest Person'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-2550447798470164345</id><published>2010-07-23T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:59:10.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Syairazi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEj3GuqWNJI/AAAAAAAAC_M/QPMUipAWLRo/s1600/IMG_3970+Edited+%26+Resizedd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEj3GuqWNJI/AAAAAAAAC_M/QPMUipAWLRo/s1600/IMG_3970+Edited+%26+Resizedd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-2550447798470164345?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/2550447798470164345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/syairazis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2550447798470164345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/2550447798470164345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/syairazis.html' title='Syairazi&apos;s'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEj3GuqWNJI/AAAAAAAAC_M/QPMUipAWLRo/s72-c/IMG_3970+Edited+%26+Resizedd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7061921571186508920</id><published>2010-07-23T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:29:52.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Syai love Aty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEjxQXnX-4I/AAAAAAAAC-8/Mqkn-hdxKbU/s1600/Picture0027+Syairazi+Love+Athirah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEjxQXnX-4I/AAAAAAAAC-8/Mqkn-hdxKbU/s800/Picture0027+Syairazi+Love+Athirah.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7061921571186508920?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7061921571186508920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/syai-love-aty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7061921571186508920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/7061921571186508920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/07/syai-love-aty.html' title='Syai love Aty'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86oeuwZ_2Sk/TEjxQXnX-4I/AAAAAAAAC-8/Mqkn-hdxKbU/s72-c/Picture0027+Syairazi+Love+Athirah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-4241888005822441761</id><published>2010-06-16T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:11:21.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>Athirah is Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhTfoN6rEI/AAAAAAAABrE/u5au3V2a5_I/s1600-h/IMG_3685%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhTfoN6rEI/AAAAAAAABrE/u5au3V2a5_I/s800/IMG_3685%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhTr3N6TYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/L3Dyse51vxw/s1600-h/IMG_3695%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhTr3N6TYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/L3Dyse51vxw/s800/IMG_3695%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ATHIRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7452215960380393582-4241888005822441761?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/4241888005822441761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/06/athirah-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4241888005822441761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452215960380393582/posts/default/4241888005822441761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/06/athirah-is-mine.html' title='Athirah is Mine.'/><author><name>Syairazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhTfoN6rEI/AAAAAAAABrE/u5au3V2a5_I/s72-c/IMG_3685%20Developed%20R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452215960380393582.post-7565679387269431176</id><published>2010-06-16T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:23:50.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>The 13th June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBcvAHEIZcI/AAAAAAAABjs/AqckSUZw6KU/s1600-h/IMG_2341%20Developed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBcvAHEIZcI/AAAAAAAABjs/AqckSUZw6KU/s800/IMG_2341%20Developed.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putera, in front of my house. Haha. Siapa lagi gambar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhEgAwEK5I/AAAAAAAABpQ/WJO0DBhYyt4/s1600-h/IMG_2351%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhEgAwEK5I/AAAAAAAABpQ/WJO0DBhYyt4/s800/IMG_2351%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Di mana ada camera, di situ ada Putera. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhExsnZdhI/AAAAAAAABpU/0SN0w_-ABDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2365%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhExsnZdhI/AAAAAAAABpU/0SN0w_-ABDQ/s800/IMG_2365%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Getting ready to watch Not Famous perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhFJ6s_oYI/AAAAAAAABpY/n7Nww_OFxT8/s1600-h/IMG_2366%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhFJ6s_oYI/AAAAAAAABpY/n7Nww_OFxT8/s800/IMG_2366%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhHFSYLQGI/AAAAAAAABp8/tqhwn7zCAr0/s1600-h/IMG_2387%20Developed%20R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBhHFSYLQGI/AAAAAAAABp8/tqhwn7zCAr0/s800/IMG_2387%20Developed%20R.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The photos for Not Famous will be posted here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photovids.blogspot.com/" photoblog="" s="" target="_blank" title="syairazi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/2678/photoblog.gif" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452215960380393582-7565679387269431176?l=syairazi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/feeds/7565679387269431176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syairazi86.blogspot.com/2010/06/13th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey'/><title type='text'>The 12th of June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBctbP1bdlI/AAAAAAAABjY/Z6udF8265VI/s1600-h/JPKBNIGHTS%20%2853%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBctbP1bdlI/AAAAAAAABjY/Z6udF8265VI/s640/JPKBNIGHTS%20%2853%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBcprJ1oIbI/AAAAAAAABiI/jzwifoyhLbw/s1600-h/JPKBNIGHTS%20%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HT3ksUAWdqY/TBcprJ1oIbI/AAAAAAAABiI/jzwifoyhLbw/s640/JPKBNIGHTS%20%2835%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Gadong and Jerudong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 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