<?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-2256019940662712802</id><updated>2011-09-07T04:24:00.241-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyH6G7pi_9w'/><category term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ3r-rXUABI'/><title type='text'>save me before to late</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa kecik, semua benda free, sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;bila sebut pasal raya, otak terus pikir duit lagi..&lt;br /&gt;tapi lani kena keluar duit sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;mana ada benda free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiket nak balek raya pown guna duit..&lt;br /&gt;balik raya mana boleh tangan kosong,&lt;br /&gt;kena bawak biskut raya, tak pown baju raya mana2 yang dan lah nak beli..&lt;br /&gt;semua.. guna buit lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziarah menziarah.. guna duit lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduyai...tapi tak pe.. yang penting. raya tahun nih aku boleh balik raya.. itu yang penting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-1328783507929106048?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-3440840931013161524</id><published>2011-08-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:32:26.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ3r-rXUABI'/><title type='text'>go on and try ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Skies are crying, I am watching&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the smoke clears&lt;br /&gt;I awaken and untangle you from me&lt;br /&gt;Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed&lt;br /&gt;All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/demi_lovato/skyscraper.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Watch you disappear yeah&lt;br /&gt;Go run run run yeah it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;But I'm closer to the clouds up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-3440840931013161524?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-531912659415265009</id><published>2011-07-18T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:08:14.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyH6G7pi_9w'/><title type='text'>anessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ku susuri malam ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak berbintang sunyi sepi&lt;br /&gt;Juga rembulan dah menghilang&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kelam ku sendiri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ku mencari hembus bayu&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu berbisik madah rindu&lt;br /&gt;Kini membisu dalam sayu&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ku temu suaramu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Hooo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Kekasihku di jalanan yang berliku&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ku perlukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Tertutup jua segalanya terhadapmu&lt;br /&gt;Di sini ku tersedu-sedu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Setelah cinta pergi&lt;br /&gt;Ku mengusung duka ini diiringi…&lt;br /&gt;Kisah janji dimungkiri lagi…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Huuu…&lt;br /&gt;Ooo…&lt;br /&gt;Hooo.. wooo..&lt;br /&gt;hoo.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;ohhh…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Kekasihku di jalanan yang berliku&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ku perlukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Tertutup jua segalanya terhadapmu&lt;br /&gt;Di sini ku tersedu-sedu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Setelah cinta pergi&lt;br /&gt;Ku mengusung duka ini&lt;br /&gt;Diiringi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Kisah janji&lt;br /&gt;Dimungkiri&lt;br /&gt;Dimungkiri.. hooohhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Sia-sia ku&lt;br /&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Setia padamu&lt;br /&gt;Percayakanmu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Sebak dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Retak hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Luka jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Dihiris pilu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Sia-siaku&lt;br /&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Setia padamu&lt;br /&gt;Percayakanmu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Sebak dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Retak hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Luka jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Dihiris pilu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Beribu sesalanku…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-531912659415265009?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/531912659415265009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/07/anessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/531912659415265009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/531912659415265009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/07/anessa.html' title='anessa'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-2367610952212834441</id><published>2011-04-16T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:35:32.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it?</title><content type='html'>i dont know what is it i'm searching for..but i know i am losing my soul..i cant get myself to call or sms him..it's too hurtful cause i am the reason of this mess, i'm sorry baby..i dont know whether u're reading this..but i just want you to know..i miss u..A LOT..i dunno how you're doing..thus i'm too coward to ask..i'm afraid i'll be upset cause you wont refer me as what u used to call me..but, yes it's part of the t &amp;amp; c..sick me.. i miss you..that's all..gotta go.. i really u're doing okay..i dont see u're updating urself on the FB anymore..wonder if it's my fault..i'm sooorrryyy =( i love u..i still am..i just need time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-2367610952212834441?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/2367610952212834441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/2367610952212834441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/2367610952212834441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-it.html' title='what is it?'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-1545362674277000648</id><published>2011-04-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T06:57:30.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balik kampung</title><content type='html'>hari ni..hari cuti..konon nak eak kol 4..last2 terbabas tidow..kol 6 lebeyh gak grak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan maen berhemah..drive 80-110 km per hour..biasa 140 jugak aku lari..tapi rasa best sampai umah..sebab :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) mama masak best&lt;br /&gt;2.) dapat duduk gosip dengan mama&lt;br /&gt;3.) tidow cukup&lt;br /&gt;4.) lawa plak stor belakang mama upah orang buat renovation..tapi kesian mama..aku balek kejap jek..dia tak puas...;( senin dah gerak blek shah alam blek..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-1545362674277000648?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/1545362674277000648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/04/balik-kampung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/1545362674277000648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/1545362674277000648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/04/balik-kampung.html' title='balik kampung'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-4583674954471396656</id><published>2011-03-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:00:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku suatu kekecewaan</title><content type='html'>kekecewaan...lahir dari rasa dalam hati yang terdalam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin harapan yang telah terpacak dihancurkan dengan berita yang menyedihkan..segala impian menggunung tinggi terburai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin juga lahir kerana seseorang yang disayangi telah membuat sesuatu yang paling kita takut dan harap dia tak buat..tapi tetap dia buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana?bagaimana cara untuk menangani kekecewaan?dan bagaimana reaksi yang perlu kita paparkan jika kita adalah suatu kekecewaan buat seseorang yang kita sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka kata aku juara...tipu..mereka bohong..lahir aku untuk kecewa dikecewakan dan mengecewakan orang sekeliling... paling nyata aku seorang yang mengecewakan beliau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana mahu aku putar masa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya dulu aku berterus terang sahaja bukan??bukan biarkan beliau merana kerana kata orang..merana mengingatkan perbuatan terkutuk aku ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa aku untuk berkata apa-apa..aku hanyalah suatu kekecewaan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-4583674954471396656?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/4583674954471396656/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-8230806444286904049</id><published>2011-03-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:31:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo</title><content type='html'>tiba tiba rasa nak makan oreo..yang baru tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam best jek..mana nak carik ek?kalau kat tesco pun tak ada mana lagi tempat ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm time time tensi macam ni memang semua benda manis nak telan..coklat la oreo laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..encik tolong bagi saya pil lupa ingatan.supaya saya boleh lupa terus siapa saya appa jadi kat saya dan apa yang jadi hari tak akan dapat luka kan hati saya sebab saya tak ingat....yeaaaayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreo oreo mana kamu???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-8230806444286904049?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/8230806444286904049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/oreo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8230806444286904049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8230806444286904049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/oreo.html' title='oreo'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-1057775655954723068</id><published>2011-03-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:19:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>list tempat nak pegi</title><content type='html'>okay saja mengadew nak post kat blog sebab malas nak tulis lam diary sebab saje nak bagi orang bace walaopown tak dek orang bace blog neyh.sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panjang giler nak type tuh saje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march vacation&lt;br /&gt;jb, singapore - done&lt;br /&gt;penang - this friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april&lt;br /&gt;first week - hometown&lt;br /&gt;kota tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july&lt;br /&gt;kelantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november&lt;br /&gt;krabi island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aik rasa macam banyak lagi..tibe2 nervous nak type sebab mama kuar bilek dok kat tepi..tak boleh concentrate.damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-1057775655954723068?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/1057775655954723068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/list-tempat-nak-pegi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/1057775655954723068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/1057775655954723068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/list-tempat-nak-pegi.html' title='list tempat nak pegi'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-616844132623512766</id><published>2011-03-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:04:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pemberita</title><content type='html'>dalam dunia ni ada 2 jenis pemberita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) yang keluar kat tibi buat liputan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) yang tak ada kelayakan untuk buat kerja seperti diatas, maka kerja dia report apa jiran/kawan/siapa siapa yang kebetulan kenal..kemudian gosip sehingga membuat pihak yang digosip teraniaya atau mengalami kesusahan atau ketidak selesaan selepas itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidup aku, aku benci jenis kedua itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: bila budaya jaga tepi kain orang dikalangan rakyat melayu akan pupus???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-616844132623512766?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/616844132623512766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/pemberita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/616844132623512766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/616844132623512766'/><link 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/test.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4967858849569854539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4967858849569854539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/03/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-52091144768661892</id><published>2011-02-20T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:46:35.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tentang cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfWqoTeXt3Q/TWDU4-9JxWI/AAAAAAAAACk/oXtJjEFphxU/s1600/maman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfWqoTeXt3Q/TWDU4-9JxWI/AAAAAAAAACk/oXtJjEFphxU/s320/maman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575690414121928034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentang blog, dah lame aku abaikan blog aku ini..sebab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku dilamun cinta...semua orang yangbaca  blog aku pasti menyampah sebab karya aku sah-sah pasal emo time gaduh or pasal high cerita tentang kisah cinta..jadi? lebih baik tidak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-52091144768661892?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/52091144768661892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2011/02/tentang-cinta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/52091144768661892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/52091144768661892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/617332312372017328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/12/masalah-saya-ke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/617332312372017328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/617332312372017328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/12/masalah-saya-ke.html' title='Masalah saya ke?'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-7388813092198517217</id><published>2010-10-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:28:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f@$k you</title><content type='html'>currently listening to the song f*ck you- lily aleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-7388813092198517217?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/7388813092198517217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/10/fk-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/7388813092198517217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/7388813092198517217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/10/fk-you.html' title='f@$k you'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-6855867532166462627</id><published>2010-07-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:39:15.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blok 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sofia : mane dowh umah kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fina : blok 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia : aku tau tapi blok 38 koordinatnya dimana tepi 39 ke ape..asal banyak blok yang aku tak nampak pown dia nyer nombor..sial laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fina : kau kat mana dowh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia : aku kat court neyh..tempat orang maen bola tampar..ada playground tepi dia..aku menghadap ke blok 41 blok kau yang mana satu dowh..confuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fina : owh..aku nampak kau..ko jalan je stret..ikot moto tadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia : moto?moto mana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fina : tuh moto tuh..yang belok kiri tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia : bro, tumpang tanya..blok 38..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother : ntah la..dekat2 sini la..try tengok depan sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia : (trimas bro..kau sangat membantu kawasan umah kau pown kau tak kenal sial laaa..tanak datang sini lagi dah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-6855867532166462627?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/6855867532166462627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/07/blok-38.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/6855867532166462627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/6855867532166462627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/07/blok-38.html' title='blok 38'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-8823595701219086739</id><published>2010-05-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:34:05.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love song</title><content type='html'>do you know how it feels to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;i do...and i admit that it's the best feeling in the world to know that that one person u're falling for is actually having the same feeling just like yours....&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if miracle happens and for some reasons you feel like floating in the air and you just stay on clouds for a while...enjoying every bit of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep...and so i've spent for like hours in front on this laptop....i've read my old posts....i can feel that i really am crazy about this guy....for sure...i've shared every emotion..my frustration, my nervousness when he's around..the consciousness of being pretty and look hot and gorgeous just in case i got to spend time with him..though i am convinced that "there will be no activity or time which he will voluntarily ask me to go out...though there's one post he asked where i was and thought of taking me for some drink or so.....i was always eager to write about him..blogs, diaries, chatbooks....or maybe the real word is..I'M OBSESSED! i cannot help myself to stop thinking about him..though i've come to my conscious that he's never going to notice me anyways...there's always a small voice inside of me saying "What if, he feels it too?" "What if there's something else stopping him to be with me?" "What if?" the questions never stop....i knew it never stop..but i know not why i stop writing about him since 2008..maybe it was too painful for me to bear the fact that he's never gonna be with me....little that i know..4 years have changed everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...i'm enjoying this moment...reminiscing back the old flames of crush i once felt..and try my best to work this out....we've talked about this....and i can't believe myself that he can actually become the sweetest person on earth however annoying he can be at times...ahahaha..but only god knows how i feel for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh love,i've always want to be with you,and now that God has listened to my prayers and paid the price of me waiting....i believe, i just have to work it out..let us take this time to know each other better and hope that our love will be for eternity...&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/2256019940662712802-8823595701219086739?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/8823595701219086739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-song.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8823595701219086739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8823595701219086739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-song.html' title='love song'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-2283326522634634781</id><published>2010-05-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:39:50.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>benarkah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;benarkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; kita menulis khas untuk pembaca? tapi kalau tak ada pembaca siapalah kita kan? tapi kalau kita tulis bukan lahir dari keikhlasan hati cuma hanya untuk menjadi tatapan pembaca..hanya untuk berkata dengan rasa hebat dan bijak untuk dipuji maka karya itu tidak lagi seasli karya yang kita mau,benar? karya yang mungkin diambil/diolah/diadaptasi cuma dalam gaya penulisan yang berbeza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topik yang dibincangkan seakan serupa dengan topik yang dibincangkan orang lain....hanya kerana topik itu hangat diperdebatkan dan disebut disana sini...itukah apa yang kita mahu tonjolkan?berbaloi kah? adakah apa yang terbuku dihati dapat diluahkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benarkah apa yang kita mahu dunia tahu dan lihat hanya untuk menjadi tatapan dan bualan dan semoga orang lain kisah dengan apa yang berlaku disekeliling kita?untuk mendapat respon?apa sebenarnya tujuan kita menulis?mungkin bukan kita?mungkin aku?mungkin dahulu aku punyai matlamat ku sendiri..aku mahu menulis sesuatu yang indah..sesuatu yang puitis dan membuat orang sekeliling berfikir tentang apa yang aku coretkan..mungkin juga suatu hiburan untuk mereka yang bosan..namun kini tujuan itu semakin pudar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sendiri sudah tidak tahu apa tujuan ku menulis lagi...tiada kata-kata indah yang dapat aku kongsi lagi..dahulu aku mahu berkongsi warna warni hidup aku dengan mereka semua..aku mahu perasaan sedih,marah,takut,gembira dan segala emosiku dibaca dan dihayati serta dirasai mereka yang membaca....namun kini tiada lagi metafora yang dapat aku guna pakai..tiada lagi idea-idea yang bernas lahir dari otakku ini..aku ketandusan...idea..atau mungkin?mungkin juga menulis bukanlah kepakaranku..jauh lagi mempunyai bakat untuk mencoretkan keindahan warna warni dunia ini agar dapat aku kongsi warna itu dengan mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedih..aku sedih..pahit menerima semua ini..namun tiada daya ku lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaem,watehel??sasau ke tak cukop tidow..daahhh go to sleep..like NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-2283326522634634781?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/2283326522634634781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/benarkah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/2283326522634634781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/2283326522634634781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/benarkah.html' title='benarkah?'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-7289737476309086879</id><published>2010-05-19T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:10:30.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keterselingkuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;aku? aku hanya lelaki biasa dilahirkan dalam keluarga yang biasa..punya hati dan perasaan seperti lelaki lelaki lain diatas muka bumi. perasaan cintaku padanya ga pernah berubah kok.. sejak hari pertama aku kahwini dia..sampai saat ini, aku masih menyayangi dia...meski ga bisa ku ungkap dengan kata-kata betapa aku cinta dia atau mungkin aku terlalu ego untuk mengusaikan rasa sayang aku padanya hingga membuat dia terasa kosong....atau lebih tepat untuk aku katakan dia sebenarnya sunyi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun wajarkah alasan sunyi itu dianggap sebagai faktor yang kukuh untuk dia berlaku begini kepada ku?bener..aku ga bisa bicara tentang hal ini kepadanya namun aku tau sebenarnya dia mempunyai temen rapat iaitu seorang lelaki..bisa ga ya ku anggap lelaki itu orang ketiga didalam hubungan kami ini?kerna dia tlah banyak berubah..hari-hari yang kami lewati sudah ga indah seperti dulu kok..dia kelihatan seperti di dalam dunianya sendiri..hari-hari ku lihat dia lebih banyak menghabiskan masa sendirian dikamarnya...telefonnya?hari-hari aku dengar bunyi itu..lalu aku nekad suatu hari untuk melihat intipatinya..apaan sih yang bisa membuat dia begitu asyik dengan mesej-mesej yang diterimanya itu..lalu ku dapat jawapannya..tanpa pengetahuannya...aku tlah membaca mesej-mesej dari lelaki itu..mesej-mesej yang membuat aku terkilan sekaligus nekad untuk berbuat apa yang sama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyaa...aku tau aku salah..namun pedih untuk aku terima isteriku bisa membelakangiku begitu..tegar aku pun melakukan perkara yang sama..gadis itu pernah menyatakan hasratnya bahawa dia sanggup menjadi yang kedua dalam hidupku meskipun aku tlah menjadi suami kepada isteri ku selama beberapa tahun.dia menyatakan cintanya kepadaku waktu aku masih dijakarta namun kini jarak tlah memisahkan kami sehingga suatu hari dia mencariku kembali..aku lalu tanpa berfikir panjang,mau sih..perhatian kali?aku rindu kok diberi perhatian dimanjakan..sehingga perbuatanku itu diketahuinya..ya..maka dengan itu..tlah tercetus perang dingin antara kami berdua..sedih sih tapi aku ga bisa berbuat apa lagi..aku terasa seperti diri ini ga lagi dihargainya..walau dia ga tahu sebenarnya aku tegar berbuat begitu karna ku tahu perselingkuhan dia dan teman lelakinya itu...aku lalu selingkuh juga....hanya satu yang ingin aku nyatakan..sebenanrnya aku sayang ama dia..dan aku mahu dia ngerti perasaanku..semuanya tertulis di dalam lyrik ini :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku tak ingin kau menangis bersedih&lt;br /&gt;Sudahi air mata darimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku ingin arti hadir diriku&lt;br /&gt;Kan menghapus dukamu sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu pintaku untukmu dan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang ada aku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu pintaku di siang dan malammu&lt;br /&gt;Baik baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua keinginan akan aku lakukan&lt;br /&gt;Sekuat semampuku sayang&lt;br /&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moga dia ngerti perasaan sebenerku pabila dia mendengar lagu ini...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-7289737476309086879?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/7289737476309086879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/keterselingkuhan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/7289737476309086879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/7289737476309086879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/05/keterselingkuhan.html' title='keterselingkuhan'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-4939370308162696534</id><published>2010-01-29T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:56:26.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gigolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hari itu sangat membosankan...masa berjalan agak lembab..Masa telah pun menunjukkan pukul 6..dan kami dikaunter berkejar untuk menyiapkan kerja-kerja yang tak pernah sudah.Tiba-tiba abang besar pun bersuara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abg Besar : "Wei, Sha, aku rase cam nak buat kerja yang menggadai maruah aku jek hari neyh." Ujarnya..Mukanya tampak serius..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : "Aku on jek bang. Hasil bagi dua..dah bosan kerja kat kaunter ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang besar tersenyum dengan respon aku tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Besar: "It's my maruah i'm gadaiying here...and kau kate kau on jek?wth?bukan aku suruh kau gadai maruah kau." Dia masih lagi tergelak besar dengan statement aku yang tak boleh blah tuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Rok : "Hotel mahal murah bang?"  Dengan nada selamba cha-cha beliau pun turut serta dalam perbualan kosong kitaorang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Besar : "Kau tengok mek sha..ni semua pengaruh kau..Kak Rok yang baik ni boleh tanya aku soalan kontroversi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : "Tapi...aku on jek bang..kalo dapat duet lebih..hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan setengah jam selepas itu...kami masih lagi tergelak dengan lawak bodoh ciptaan kami berdua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral : elakkan mencipta ayat-ayat atau perbualan berbaur lucah/pengarotan yang amat dalam situasi tegang..ia hanya akan menambahkan lagi rentetan perbualan yang mengarut dan tak tercapai dek akal yang sudah sentiasa ada mengarut itu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOLS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-4939370308162696534?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/4939370308162696534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/01/gigolo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4939370308162696534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4939370308162696534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2010/01/gigolo.html' title='gigolo'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-5926123480547179423</id><published>2009-11-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:34:45.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think the implimentation of EPR is STUPID!!</title><content type='html'>i honestly think the implementation of epr is so so so stupid..the customers here don't even read what they're rating for...it's just.....UNFAIR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-5926123480547179423?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/5926123480547179423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-implimentation-of-epr-is-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5926123480547179423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5926123480547179423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-implimentation-of-epr-is-stupid.html' title='i think the implimentation of EPR is STUPID!!'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-5611727152422131450</id><published>2009-09-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:37:10.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kilometer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aku : abg mir, nape abg mir nk tukar kuantan asal tak dok sini jek?mahal ek minyak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : a'ah mahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : berape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : rm500 sebulan ulang-alik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : fuyooh..mahal tuh.tapi abg mir dah pakai myvi tuh..patot dah jimat la minyak. berapa sen per&lt;br /&gt;         kilo meter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : 10 sen per kilo meter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : owh..cmne nak kire ek bang? arituh abang sha dah ajar cara kire tapi sha lupe..abg ajar kan&lt;br /&gt;         bleyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : sha nak tau cmne kira berapa sen per kilo meter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : a'ah..kalo seposen kete sha bleyh pegi berape kilo meter..ke same jek viva nga myvi ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : kalo sha nak tau.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : haaa...kire cmner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg mir : sha gi stesen minyak try isi seposen..pastuh jalan la..tgok berape kilo meter kete sha&lt;br /&gt;                bleyh pegi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : siot betol kene kan aku..satu ofis gelak kan aku..ceh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-5611727152422131450?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/5611727152422131450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/09/kilometer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5611727152422131450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5611727152422131450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/09/kilometer.html' title='kilometer'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-3122412598545748772</id><published>2009-08-06T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:19:38.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real concept of impecfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hate my hair cut! i wanna change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U look just fine sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO! i hate it! And this stupid thing under my eye..i wanna have a surgery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be ridiculous. It looks nice..i like it that way. U're beautiful that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No i'm not.I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang, do you know that sometimes the imperfection looks perfect cause it's different..That's what i see in you..Your flaws make you look more perfect to me..You're beautiful in your own way..Believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never believe in him. i've always thought that it's just some kind of excuses or things he says just to make me feel okay..until one day..he showed me this clip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nw0s4C0g5SM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried watching that clip over and over again..Then i thought to myself,he may not be as romantic as I hope he is, but he sure does showed me the real thing. The real feelings i should be having and understand it. I like to quote the words that the lady in the videoclip said ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohh it you may find that these all very funny to you..But towards the end of his life, when his illness was at it's worse, these sounds indicated to me that my David was still alive..and what i wouldn't gave just to hear those sounds again before i sleep....in the end, its these small things that you remember, little imperfections that made them perfect to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those words..taught me..That i have a misconception about love &amp;amp; life all these while..Nothing is perfect in this world..But sometimes we are bound to thing like "Oh,i'm afraid to get married..Will i find the perfect match for my soulmate?".."I want my wedding to be perfect." ..."I want a perfect marriage." Sometimes we fail to remember that sometimes things just won't go the way we wanted it to be..that's why we have arguments, misunderstanding and fights in relationships..We always thought that love should be something that always beautiful, always make us feel happy..Love should be perfect....But the question is..if everyone is perfect..and their love is perfect..we might end up the same from each one of us,right?Now how would it make our relationship different from others? How do u get to drawn to ur soulmate when there's nothing unique to be remember of when he's gone..cause he's just the same like others...It would have made the relationship become so routine and boring..isn't it? Think about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-3122412598545748772?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/3122412598545748772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-concept-of-impecfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3122412598545748772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3122412598545748772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-concept-of-impecfection.html' title='the real concept of impecfection'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-6250956117228426640</id><published>2009-07-13T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:53:46.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salah pelanggan ke penjual yang bersikap menyakitkan hati?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Situasi 1 : (Kedai Telekomunikasi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku         : "Topup digi rm10 ade?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual A tak jawap pown..Terus pi amek kad topup.Kasik..Aku hulur duit note RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual A : "Duit kecil tak de ke?"&lt;br /&gt;                (suara dengan nada separuh menjerit,muka bengang dan kening&lt;br /&gt;                 terangkat)&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuak..Heran pun ade.Tak boleh cakap elok-elok ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku         : "Erm..tak de..sori."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual bukak cash register, kasi duit balik dengan muka ketat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : "Terima kasih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual tak pandang aku pun..Sambung dengan khayalan dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nota : Bukan patutnya kau sebagai penjual kena sediakan duit kecil ke sebelum&lt;br /&gt;           bukak kedai..Kalau tak sempat nak pegi tukar pun, tak de bahasa lagi&lt;br /&gt;           elok ke nak guna? Salah ke kalau tanya macam ni e.g : "Alamak,duit kecil&lt;br /&gt;           terhad..cik dah tak de duit kecil lagi ke?" Dengan nada yang sesuai dan&lt;br /&gt;           pandangan yang sesuai..Kan banyak cara lagi nak tanya.Bukan main&lt;br /&gt;           gertak je.Mana pergi Rukun Negara ke-6 :kesopanan dan kesusilaan..tak&lt;br /&gt;           pun kempen yang kerajaan dok buat bebanyak :"budi bahasa,budaya kita"&lt;br /&gt;           apa jenis budaya yang aku nampak ni? Macam haram..layan aku macam&lt;br /&gt;           sampah.sampah pun kalau aku nampak, aku kutip bawak masuk lam tong&lt;br /&gt;           sampah..Hormat gak pe..Ish..kalau ikut hati dah pegi report ni kat&lt;br /&gt;           khidmat pelanggan..harap sabar lagi ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 2 : Kedai barang-barangan kecantikan /penjagaan badan &lt;br /&gt;               (tak silap aku la lupa daa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tengah berjalan-jalan mencari barang yang aku berhajat nak beli tiba-tiba.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan A : "Adik,adik, kejap..Nak tanya."&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Ya kak, ada apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan A : "Ni pelembab rambut ke?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Ya kak, pelembab rambut untuk penjagaan rapi."&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan A : "Apa beza dengan yang ini?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Oh, dia sama je kak, cuma yang ini untuk rambut yang rosak&lt;br /&gt;                     hujung bercabang dan yang itu pulak untuk rambut orang yang&lt;br /&gt;                     kepala dia banyak kelemumur." Sama je cuma untuk lain-lain jenis&lt;br /&gt;                     treatment." (Senyum)&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan A : "Oh yang ni dik, macam mana pulak?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Oh yang tu, sama je cuma jenama je lain."&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan A : "Oh macam tuh.Terima kasih la dik,Akak tanya banyak&lt;br /&gt;                     banyak,menyusahkan je.Akak cari pekerja dia, tak nampak batang&lt;br /&gt;                     hidung pun. tu minta tolong adik tu. Terima kasih ya, maaf lah&lt;br /&gt;                     ganggu adik nak cari barang-barang adik."&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Eh, tak de la kak, tak susah pun saya beritahu apa yang saya&lt;br /&gt;                     tahu je."&lt;br /&gt;                     (Dalam hati : Takpe kak, saya pun pernah kerja bahagian&lt;br /&gt;                      customer service dulu, so saya tak kesah pun layan akak, akak&lt;br /&gt;                      layak dapat layanan yang baik sebab akak pelanggan.Or at least,&lt;br /&gt;                      that's why they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Customer is always right." &lt;/span&gt;The right to&lt;br /&gt;                      receive a good service, the right to get a good quality in&lt;br /&gt;                      everything you buy.Or maybe that's just what I believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 3 : Kaunter&lt;br /&gt;2 orang pelanggan sedang berbual tentang alatan make up. Mereka seperti ingin bertanya kepada penjual tapi..seperti biasa, penjual akan buat muka "BOSAN". Mereka berbual seketika.lalu..&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan B : "Nak tengok yang ni, tolong ambil kejap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual B mengambil barang yang diminta dan baru sahaja aku nak minta dia ambil barang yang aku nak tengok dia terus berlalu pergi. Oh rupa-rupanya disuatu sudut 2 orang rakannya menanti dengan kertas-kertas yang merujuk kepada rekod stok.Aku menunggu, aku tahu, aku pun pernah kerja macam ni, ku pikir pasti mereka ada nak berbincang, namun sangkaanku salah, mereka rupanya sedang bergosip, kertas-kertas itu hanya dibelek seolah-olah menunjukkan mereka sedang membuat kerja mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan B : "Erm." (Berpaling mencari-cari penjual B)&lt;br /&gt;                     Terus penjual bergegas ke arahnya.       &lt;br /&gt;                    "Tolong ambil yang itu. Terima kasih."&lt;br /&gt;                     Penjual tersenyum. Okay lah at least dia senyum tak macam yang&lt;br /&gt;                     tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku             : "Cik tolong ambil yang ini.Terima kasih."&lt;br /&gt;                     Penjual kembali pada rakan-rakannya. Sambung bergosip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nota : Time kerja la jugak nak bergosip kan..Kesian la pelanggan-pelanggan kena tipu.konon ingat korang tengah buat kerja..hmmm..apa dah jadi dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Customer comes first.."&lt;/span&gt; now i guess gossip comes first. *sighs* Mana la ajaran-ajaran pasal the rules pasal customer sevice..Ke diorang ni tak dilatih? Nak salahkan siapa? Pelanggan? Kalau Si penjual yang bersikap menyakitkan hati macammana??Bukan customer ke yang beli barang diorang dan hasil dari tuh gaji diorang datang?Diorang lupa ke diorang dibayar untuk apa? *Sighs* Patutlah aku macam malas nak kua pi beli kat Terengganu ni..Macam siot.Setiap kali keluar pasti ada je penjual yang cari pasal dengan aku.....Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-6250956117228426640?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/6250956117228426640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/salah-pelanggan-ke-penjual-yang.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/6250956117228426640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/6250956117228426640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/salah-pelanggan-ke-penjual-yang.html' title='salah pelanggan ke penjual yang bersikap menyakitkan hati?!!!'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-4484829560560026272</id><published>2009-07-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:05:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 hari jadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2 minggu ni, aku rase hidup aku macam rutin yang same..membosankan..aku piker macam ala-ala citer 100 harijadi. Cume bezenye..aku tak bangun dari tidur dan melalui hari yang same tarikh...Aku melalui aktiviti-aktiviti yang same.Perkare yang aku buat tiap-tiap hari same jek..Cume yang berubah adalah hari dan tarikh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Naseb baek lah aku tak dikejutkan dalam hari yang same, nati aku jadi macam sarah mencari-cari ape silapnye.dimane perkare yang nak diperbetulkan.Tapi...aku yakin..mungkin sebab tuh jugak sampai sekarang, aku tak dapat kerja lagi.Aku ade tugasan-tugasan yang aku tak selesai lagi..That's why tuhan tak nak lepaskan aku pi keje..I mean macam sarah tuh die stuck kat situ and learn to be a better person..Aku plak kene blaja jadi a better person dan berubah dengan sikap2 malas aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Konon nak buat tuh, buat neyh, tapi bile bagus malas..malas.malas..Macam malas tuh satu penyakit yang dah sebati dengan jiwa aku..Kosong..Tak berperasaan..Aku kate aku bosan dok kat umah tak dek keje..Padahal, kalo aku celik luas-luas, banyak jek keje yang aku tak setel2 kan..Logic tak, mama aku yang dah 30 tahun plus2 jadi seorang suri rumah tak pernah berhenti bekerja..which means sebenarnye.. banyak la keje yang aku kene buat kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahaha.Kelaka..At least, aku bleyh lagi berfikir..Baek untuk aku.Baek untok orang-orang sekeliling aku..Baeklah...Kalo macam tuh..Aku kene berubah.Aku harus berubah...Demi masa depan yang cerah.Supaya tak kejutkan dengan hari-hari yang bosan macam yang sarah lalui..Supaya aku evolve jadi someone better.Someone who appreciates life and those who are around me..Bukan jadi manusia yang hilang arah tuju..Hilang semangat nak berhidup hanya sebab, sume kawan-kawan aku dah start keje, aku jek yang masih melepak kat umah..Okay fine,so what kalo diorang dapat keje,rezeki aku mungkin kat tempat laen..tempat yang aku lagi suke..tapi in the mean time, sampai bile aku nak terjage dari tidur, tengok jam dan piker "Ah awal lagi..buat ape bangun, aku bukAN kerja pown, bukan ade orang nak panggel aku gi interview pown..Bukan ade email yang cakap aku dipanggel untuk pegi interview session pown.." Bukan neyh.bukan tuh..Hari maseh awal...Macam-macam alasan aku....Paling sedeyh aku siap piker.."Aku lebeyh rele bangun dari tidur and rase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Malasnye nak bangun,malas nak pi keje." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dari piker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Malas nak bangun,bukan kene pi keje pown, bukan ade keje pown..tidow jek la..hari awal lagi.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bile la aku nak maju..kalo 1/3 hari aku tidow, lagi 2/3 aku chatting,online bukak facebook, anta comment, tgok tibi,makan... Macam orang tak dek keje la pokok pangkalnye...padahal.banyak jek keje yang aku bleyh buat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tapi mungkin aku malas nak buat sume keje-keje tuh, sebab aku piker. income tak masok..buatpe nak buat..lantak lah..teroknye aku neyh...berlagak macam orang kaye...makan pakai pown tak jage...manusia ape aku neyh...hmmm..Hari neyh bakal menjadi hari yang baru..Hari permulaan untuk aku membina semangat aku balek..Membina segale ape yang buat aku jatuh,gusar,sedih,pilu,terkilan dan segale perasaan-perasaan negatif....Kadang-kadang..aku tak sedar ape yang ade kat depan aku..btol la cakap sorang kenalan neyh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Kadang-kadang bende datang dalam segale bentuk tapi kite jek yang tak nampak atau bersikap membute kan diri." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Betol..aku sokong tuh..Mungkin inilah masenye..aku praktik kan ape yang aku bace dan ape yang aku percaye..berusehe menglengkapkan diri ke arah manusia yang lebeyh baek dan menjadi lebeyh positif dalam pemikiran dan tindakan2 seharian....Keyakinan diri perlu ditingkatkan..Sehingga ape yang aku idamkan..bakal jadi milikku..waaaaahhhh..cam poyo plak.hahaha.okay la..ape2 pown..chalo dlu..banyak mende aku dah piker neh..tunggu maser jek..mane nak mule dlu..huhuhuhu..go-go chaiyo shaema chan...aja-aja paiting..(wah aku fail korea..nk eje pown tak reti..) hahaha.correct me if i'm wrong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-4484829560560026272?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/4484829560560026272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-hari-jadi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4484829560560026272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/4484829560560026272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-hari-jadi.html' title='100 hari jadi'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-8260497430226390700</id><published>2009-07-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:44:08.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Often people would ask some question like "What is it that you wanted so much in your life but it has never happen to you, at least not yet." well...i think i have too much to list down.but then as i'm thinking positive that somehow these best things would happen to me...so i gladly answer, "There's so much things i wanted in life..." "I want a steady job that keeps me financially secure with all the bills and maintanence i made monthly..." "I want to buy my dream car.." "I cant wait to travel and explore the whole new world in front of me." "I want to but my own house where i can have my own privacy.." "And i want to live with my loved ones..I want to love and be loved..I want to appreciate what's in front of me...and spend my quality time with my family,friends and my loved one..." Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as crazy as it seems..It kind of answer the question of what i want in life....i never felt enough..that's the saddest part..I  wanted something that make me feel proud of myself to own it..Okay..let me refine that..Maybe what i've always wanted is "satisfaction guarantee" In every single thing..i want a job that i love to do..i want the money that can buy all the things i want..i want the house that might not be as luxurious as someone else's but as cozy and comfortable as i wanted it to be..I want a car that i feel proud of when i drive it..and feel the power of changing the gears...or controlling the limit..how fast i wanna drive it..to where i want to go....And i want to travel to places that gets me thinking....ahhh what a beautiful place...how unique it was built..or something like that....To feel the love for someone who loves you back without any doubts of him betraying you in whatever circumstances and feel happy with it..and know that "that person" is whom i wanna be with, for the rest of my life..Sometimes i think i have been comparing my life so much to others which makes me feel more unsatisfied rather than trying to appreciate what i already have....which gets me to think that maybe..somehow, i need a rest from all of this...damn...am i saying too much things here...okay focus now...what do i wanna do in my life..or at least..what are the things i want to achieve in the next 10 years? Let me list that down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Get a job that i love with a great salary that makes feel both happy and secure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Travel around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Get a masters degree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Buy a house :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Learn new things e.g : Other Language, Play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Be in a serious relationship and not be afraid of commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Write a book for myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fair enough that's what i think i want to achieve in the 10 long years....huhuhu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-8260497430226390700?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/8260497430226390700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/often-people-would-ask-some-question.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8260497430226390700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/8260497430226390700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/often-people-would-ask-some-question.html' title='what i want'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-3232268977183396974</id><published>2009-07-06T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:32:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suatu malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Malam tuh, aku letih giler. Nak lepak pown malas. Tapi sebab dah janji punye pasal, aku pown lepak jugak lah. Tapi malam tuh hanya kami bertiga yang free, Azam, Sipi dan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kami setuju untuk melepak kat sebuah restoran mamak yang dekat dengan area rumah kami..Sampai kat kedai mamak kami berborak la..Actually...ape yang kami borak pown aku dah lupe..neyh sebenarnye citer 6 bulan yang lalu..Tapi aku ingatlah insiden malam tuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Banyak bende yang kitaorang borak sampai jam dah tunjuk kol 2 pagi..Kami pown buat keputusan nak balek. Esok Azam kene bangun pagi.Maklum lah..lecturer kata kan..Aku nga sipi pown ade agenda kami sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Jom lah balek dah lambat neyh.Aku dah ngantok giler tka leyh nak bukak mate dah neyh." Kata ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Jom lah." Kata Azam. Sipi pown mengiakan sambel maseng-maseng bangun dari kerusi maseng-maseng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aku menuju ke sinki untuk membasuh tanganku yang terasa melekit dengan titisan-titisan nescafe yang jatuh dari gelasku semasa kitaorang dok syok lepak-lepak.sampai saja aku dikaunter Sipi dan Azam sudah pown bayar minuman diorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Babe, kiteorang pi masok kete dulu ek." Kata Sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Okay, korang pi la dulu, i nak bayar jap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Setelah membuat bayaran dikaunter..aku melangkah laju mengejar mereka ke tempat parking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Aik bile maser plak Azam tukar parking kete kat sini..Neyh mesti time aku tak sedar neyh." Rungut hatiku. Aku dapati ade beberapa ekor mata yang melihat gerak-geri ku..Tapi aku tak ambil peduli..Lantak korang la..Aku nak balek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jap..Aku btol2 sure yang Azam park kete kat laen tadi..Tapi aku tak ingat kat mane..Ala..mampus la..diorang dah masok pown..Aku masok jek la kan.." fikirku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"What the hell?" Aku terdengar suara seorang pelanggan dari restoran berkata. Dia sedang lepak dengan rakan-rakannya yang laen.Dan Mereka sedang memandang tepat kearah kami bertiga..Beberapa orang dari mereka kelihatan tersenyum-senyum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Azam sejak bile ko pakai handbag ni?" Ujar Sipi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Ala..tuh mesti kakak aku punye tuh." Sahut Zam penuh keyakinan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Oit korang..Budak-budak yang lepak kat depan tuh kawan korang ker?" Ujarku cemas kerana sejak dari tadi diperhatikan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"TAk..i tak knal diorang pown.." Ujar Sipi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Kawan ko ek Azam?" Tanya ku lagi..Belum berpuas hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Bukanlah.." Ujar Azam sambel memasukan kunci kereta dan cuba untuk menekan ignitionnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Asal diorang tengok kite camtuh?" Kata ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Azam are sure handbag ni memang ade kat sini tadi...." Ata-kata Sipi dijawab dengan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Owh no..this is not my car."Azam memberitahu..separuh seperti menjerit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"WHAT???" Aku dan Sipi berkata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Malunye tuhan saje yang tau..Kami bertige meluru keluar dari kereta itu..sambel Azam mengangkat tangan dan berkate.."Sorry bro..Salah kereta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rupe-rupenye orang yang dok lepak ramai2 depan kerete tuh adalah salah sorang dari tuan empunya kerete..Patotlah..aku memang SURE giler yang Azam park kerete die kat tempat laen tadi..Time kite orang nak blah tuh sempat dengar budak2 tuh gelak2 lagi..Malu giler kot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nota: Kadang-kadang kita perlu percaya pada instinct dan jangan terlalu ikot kawan.malu beb.malu...huhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-3232268977183396974?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/3232268977183396974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/suatu-malam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3232268977183396974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3232268977183396974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/suatu-malam.html' title='suatu malam'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-5604970702803085839</id><published>2009-07-06T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:47:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baju dua lapis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aku baru pulang dari misi mencari kerja yang tak henti-henti sejak 3 hari yang lalu. Penatnya rasa tuhan saja yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum." Salam ku berikan selepas pintu rumah kubuka.&lt;br /&gt;"Waalaikummussalam" Sahut kakakku yang leka dimeja makan..Menyiapkan makan malam barangkali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeay.Yeay.Aunty dah balik."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeay.Yeay Aunty dah balik."&lt;br /&gt;Haziq dan Safiah menyambut kepulanganku dengan sorakan. Safiah sambung bermain dengan alat-alat permainannya. Aku terus menuju ke bilik dengan langkah yang laju. Haziq mengekoriku dari belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : "Aunty,aunty pegi mana tadi?"&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Ema: "Aunty ada keje sikit tadi."&lt;br /&gt;Mama : "Haziq, dah jangan kacau anuty, aunty penat tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintu bilik ku buka dengan harapan Haziq akan kembali menonton televisyen tanpa menghiraukan aku. Tanggapanku salah. dia masih setia dibelakang ku..Aku terus baring ditilam.Malasnya nak layan budak kecik ni.Haziq duduk disebelahku.Membelek-belek bajuku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : "Nape aunty pakai baju 2 lapis aunty?"&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Ema : "Saje je.."&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Ketika itu aku memakai t-shirt yang muat-muat dengan potongan bentuk badanku..bersama vest yang kononnya trend budak-budak muda sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq : "Baju ni kecik..tapi muat ngan aunty ek?" Ujar Haziq sambil memegang vestku..&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: budak-budak kecik kadang-kadang diorang sarcastic diorang tak sedar...tapi mereka cuma berkata benar..huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-5604970702803085839?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/5604970702803085839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-baru-pulang-dari-misi-mencari-kerja.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5604970702803085839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5604970702803085839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-baru-pulang-dari-misi-mencari-kerja.html' title='baju dua lapis'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-3744132861721850961</id><published>2009-07-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:02:44.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i haven't feel so bored as i am right now. I can't even go to sleep. It's 5.45 am for heaven's sake. It's been a while since i've been in terengganu.doing nothing but sleeping,eating,browsing the net and of course..waiting for the phone to ring for any interviews for the post i have applied through emails....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tell me not to waste my time waiting for the "perfect" job to come. It's like it's never gonna come. With the percentage of jobless fresh graduate right now, i shouldn't be too choosy for any available jobs....the truth is....i think they're pretty darn right bout what they said....i don't wanna wait.but it's all i can do..i mean if i go to work with any available post they have right now, i'll be spending more money compared to when i sit and home and doing nothing..seriously...what kind of job would pay me for 2k and above which are in line with what i'm interested with and not what my certificate has...sometimes i think i am stupid....going to the courses which i have no interest at all. i should go into teaching.everybody says that..even now, they're paying lots of money for educators like teachers and lecturers...it's just that i think i'm not suitable for that type. i am just not the educator-kinda-type. i'm more like a person who likes to socialize..meet other people..communicate...bingo.i've should have taken mascomm compared to TESL, rite? i know..but at that time, i was just trying to fulfill my dad's wish. i never regretted it. it was at least the last wish i have granted.i've planned to further my studies in mascom but you know what..i have financial problems..which means i need to find a job first before i further the studies..so i gave up on trying to get myself to get the place there because i think i have no money to pay for the fees..little that i know i can actually sign for a scholarship with the government under.....oh wait..i can't recall..but whatever..who cares..i'm just the unlucky person here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda stressful when those people around you are pushing you to get a job when you still believed that you will wait and will get the job that you have dreamed for..it's just that they have...time delay....i don't want to be overconfident here. i just don't want to repeat any other mistakes..i mean, let me wait..and be satisfied and not jump from one job to the other feeling stressful every single day..which in turn will affect me and what i wished for..let them say what they want...i need some quality time here in my hometown..i think it's better this way than waking up everyday realising that you're stuck in the same day and you have to go through the day over and over again..until u make things right..at least, i'm not stucked in a space of time..or something....or maybe..this is time for me..to...write again....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-3744132861721850961?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/3744132861721850961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3744132861721850961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/3744132861721850961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobless.html' title='jobless'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-5232416133899257133</id><published>2009-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:15:11.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2daesFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rZ4mbF9-vgs/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293635951419895890" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2daesFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rZ4mbF9-vgs/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF3FaoXiI/AAAAAAAAABc/SIHuy4KC_is/s1600-h/P1171789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293635962157948450" style="width: 229px; height: 174px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF3FaoXiI/AAAAAAAAABc/SIHuy4KC_is/s320/P1171789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2izGYFI/AAAAAAAAABM/N0LSmwglA-Y/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293635952865337426" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2izGYFI/AAAAAAAAABM/N0LSmwglA-Y/s320/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2gpoGLI/AAAAAAAAABE/vQ_htHGcMdc/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293635952288733362" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2gpoGLI/AAAAAAAAABE/vQ_htHGcMdc/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293634458835616290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbEflGqAiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x2U0FEuKKqE/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am extremely bored right now. i'm at home coz all my housemates are having their classes. i've tried to call tgv to book the ticket for the movie "they wait" but they've closed the reservation for the time i wanted to book. Damn it..i dont wanna risk goin there coz i'm afraid that i'll get stuck in traffic jam..Aiman calmed me down and say just wait patiently coz inkheart is in the cinema by 2moro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well i'm so sorry for having abandon u my dear diary....i've been busy..(yeay rite) well last saturday we went to kuantan....(kak nur,al, bunny,bobo,aje and i) We met our former lecturers there. We went shopping, hanging out and taking pictures..those pictures above there are the ones i managed to capture.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-5232416133899257133?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/5232416133899257133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5232416133899257133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5232416133899257133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9_gsduYe3U/SXbF2daesFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rZ4mbF9-vgs/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-5943192882186572741</id><published>2009-01-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:55:09.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie.movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kak nur,albita,moon and i went to midvalley today. we watched kilometre 31. a spanish movie. But the storyline was quite good eventhough i don't really like the ending but at least they deserve to be given some credits cause all the scary and terrifying actions thrilled us. As the story goes on there were some voices or shall i say noise we heard 2 rows behind us. I mean what the hell are you trying to do just shut up and watch the movie. They're not the only one who paid for the tickets we paid for ours too and we deserved to gain some satisfaction for it. Kalo ko nk bising2 sgt beli dvd pasang kt umah korang la..bising la dengan geng2 korang...Saiko dowh...even when the scenes are over they kept on imitating the humming and howling sound from the movie. So i kinda lost my concertration.. Damn it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But i enjoyed myself as we (moon and i) got to eat ice-cream....we bought from gelato fruity.. (the same place i bought ice-cream when i was with sipi and dila) and the guy remembered me.... He even laugh and said 'hye gurl' and imitate my accent when i said ."i want strawberry ice-cream.." he said.. "here's your straawbeeeerrry ice-cream" well the words are said in sarcasm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;   Hmm...i don't really have much to said but thank god i have taken my car to perodua service and the car is a good condition now....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-5943192882186572741?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/5943192882186572741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/moviemovie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5943192882186572741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/5943192882186572741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/moviemovie.html' title='movie.movie.'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256019940662712802.post-257017514536919506</id><published>2009-01-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:03:35.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing.testing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So many things to say that i don't know where to start. And i'm so sleepy so i think i better go to sleep now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Things to remember....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Budget 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;   Plan your expenses or cut all the unnecessary things...(damn..i've spend a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;   lot of money today!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Baby Viva needs to be serviced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Work on chapter 2 for ae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Part time job???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;p/s: new year in hometown sounds great but how am i going back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2256019940662712802-257017514536919506?l=rshaemasharif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/feeds/257017514536919506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/testingtesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/257017514536919506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2256019940662712802/posts/default/257017514536919506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rshaemasharif.blogspot.com/2009/01/testingtesting.html' title='testing.testing.'/><author><name>shaems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwyGWZrffUg/TWDVRnaFMZI/AAAAAAAAACs/50dJbjUUDxs/s220/tangan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
