<?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-5893652</id><updated>2012-01-23T03:45:59.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Ugly</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I can translate my thoughts comfortably and share them shamelessly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-731318479451540504</id><published>2011-11-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:55:05.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work or no work</title><summary type='text'>I've been battling flu for two days and it is still not showing any sign of recovery. I can walk and drive my car but I do not want to take any chance it might get worse by going to lab. Plus, I also do not want to disseminate this virus to anyone else. The good thing is I am living in a new apartment complete with kitchen and utensils so I can prepare my own food. I could not take anything much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/731318479451540504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=731318479451540504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/731318479451540504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/731318479451540504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-or-no-work.html' title='Work or no work'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1559723816699910837</id><published>2011-09-10T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T04:00:10.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion slavery</title><summary type='text'>I was not the type a guy who was really concern about his appearance. At one time, I wore a pair of broken glasses fixed on sellotape, a pair of used and oversize grey Nike sneaker given to me for free by a friend of mine, and an oversize green winter coat. A friend of mine told me I looked like a ninja turtle. My fashion was a complete disaster but it did not bother me from attending Economics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1559723816699910837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1559723816699910837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1559723816699910837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1559723816699910837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/09/fashion-slavery.html' title='Fashion slavery'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SASmVlF9U8/TmyUWZPdkMI/AAAAAAAAACo/2M94YhPTCq4/s72-c/goldsneaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-9007830326362630820</id><published>2011-09-06T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:39:50.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed vs Generous</title><summary type='text'>I believe moderation is key to everything from working, studying, worshiping, eating, spending time with family to playing. But I am a little greedy when doing stuffs. Like how every afternoon I want to tend my garden but I also want to run. I know I cannot do both so I have to choose one. But I know deep down I hate to choose.Right now I am battling thoughts about changing my phd topic. I'd be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/9007830326362630820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=9007830326362630820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/9007830326362630820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/9007830326362630820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/09/greed-vs-generous.html' title='Greed vs Generous'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1593618646677490822</id><published>2011-08-17T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:56:06.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway there, halfway to go</title><summary type='text'>It's 17th day of Ramadhan, about half way to go. So far fasting has been quite a blessing. I do not suffer from gastric as I imagined I would be. But from time to time, I suffer from procrastination. I remembered on the first day of Ramadhan, I aimed to finish 30 juzu of Quran in the whole month. But I guess that is quite ambitious eh? I also skipped taraweekh three times already. Worst still, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1593618646677490822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1593618646677490822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1593618646677490822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1593618646677490822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/halfway-there-halfway-to-go.html' title='Halfway there, halfway to go'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84pjqu1H3JA/TkuM8oMNRPI/AAAAAAAAACY/sNZoN98f7fU/s72-c/solat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-7060042477235052525</id><published>2011-08-06T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:28:23.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><summary type='text'>I was surprised to learn that some restaurants by the pool at the Alamanda refuse to let you in unless you have their buffet dinner for breaking fast. I mean give me a break. One buffet dinner would cost me RM45. That's freaking nuts. I usually spend that much for lunch for three days. I rarely ever spend more than 10 ringgits for a lunch or dinner. My date with my gf also wont usually cost me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7060042477235052525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=7060042477235052525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/7060042477235052525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/7060042477235052525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-take-too-much.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ns7mq5bOBA/Tj3tIKhqlCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WQvKms9f7Go/s72-c/lapar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-2943444425877967805</id><published>2011-07-09T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:35:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work hard play harder sleep harderst</title><summary type='text'>I heard from some of my friends that once you got yourself into a Phd program, get ready to lose some sleep and life too. I found myself to be an exception to that. Not only I sleep 6-8 hours a day, I rarely spend the rest of my day studying at all. Everyday, I would spend at least an hour gardening. Sometimes I spend 3 hours at night playing badminton. Not to mention going out with my gf </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2943444425877967805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=2943444425877967805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2943444425877967805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2943444425877967805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-hard-play-harder-sleep-harderst.html' title='Work hard play harder sleep harderst'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-328119486372088476</id><published>2011-06-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:46:49.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Comparison</title><summary type='text'>I have a sick obsession with vw golf lol. I like the look of the car. Simple, not too busy, neat and tidy, but look sporty, elegance, stylish and fierce. Every car should be designed like this. Coupled that with powerful TSI engine + DSG (dual clutch transmission). Yummy. But this car is too expensive here.On the other hand, the car that I currently own. Well... Nonetheless it gets me from point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/328119486372088476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=328119486372088476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/328119486372088476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/328119486372088476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleepless-night.html' title='Life Comparison'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5066413457934551804</id><published>2011-05-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:55:13.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My small garden</title><summary type='text'>Today I worked on my little garden as usual. I realized the grass surrounding my flower plants are getting quite long and needed to be eradicated. Otherwise it would be competing with my plants for nutrient and sunlight. But the irony of weeding out grass surrounding my flower plants is helping new grass to sprout as the competition between grass seedlings and established grass is reduced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5066413457934551804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5066413457934551804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5066413457934551804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5066413457934551804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-my-small-garden.html' title='My small garden'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-4355776250152421993</id><published>2011-05-18T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T06:42:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but Bored</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure this happens to everyone. I still have a long way towards obtaining my PhD degree. Like I told my colleague, it's a long shot. I have tons of works to do i.e. collecting data, running computer simulations, preparing presentation slides and many more. Yet, I feel bored at times. Don't get me wrong. I love doing research works. But I feel like sometimes I want to do something else.And if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4355776250152421993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=4355776250152421993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4355776250152421993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4355776250152421993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-but-bored.html' title='Busy but Bored'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6268233232764159454</id><published>2011-05-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:57:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap vs Lavish</title><summary type='text'>One guy asked me a question, "What do you think is a good car for average income of RM2k-3k?"I answered, "I would consider a Proton Saga, Perodua Viva or Myvi."Then that guy said,"My wife is begging me to buy a brand new car. I do not support the idea because I think it is just a waste of money."I said,"There is nothing wrong with buying new one as long as you can afford it."The guy said,"Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6268233232764159454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6268233232764159454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6268233232764159454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6268233232764159454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheap-vs-lavish.html' title='Cheap vs Lavish'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8511309606729101142</id><published>2011-04-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:59:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken and Misunderstood</title><summary type='text'>I've been knowing NL for sometime before one day she called me for help. She was moving to her new apartment and need a guy to lift some of her stuffs. Without hesitation, I said I would do it. Why wouldn't I do it? She's a friend of mine. And that was not the first time I helped her. I proofread her paper, bought her food, changed her tire and so on. Just like what I would do with my other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8511309606729101142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8511309606729101142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8511309606729101142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8511309606729101142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/04/mistaken-and-misunderstood.html' title='Mistaken and Misunderstood'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1602317379461689724</id><published>2011-03-12T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:21:23.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Night in College</title><summary type='text'>An anonymous dick living next door to mine decided the best time to bump the music up is at 11 in the evening - about time people are dozing off. I would like to thank that wanker for taking a few hours off my life. And the best part of it is that there is no way I can take that back. When plugging my ear with cotton and stuffing the crack under the door with plastic bags are still not enough to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1602317379461689724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1602317379461689724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1602317379461689724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1602317379461689724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-night-in-college.html' title='Just Another Night in College'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-3723137119826964938</id><published>2011-02-26T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T06:37:05.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Still batting my flu that has almost put off my research plan for this week. Luckily Prof M called off the exam on Friday so we ended up getting a homework assignment that is due on the last week of the semester. Which means there would be more time to focus on my research yeah. Tyvm Prof M :)After two days of idleness due to my health problem, I decided Friday was the day I wanna do it all. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3723137119826964938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=3723137119826964938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3723137119826964938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3723137119826964938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or wrong?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8578028127826131929</id><published>2011-02-04T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:23:18.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management</title><summary type='text'>From Abu Hurairah's narration, a man came to theProphet (pbuh) and ask him for a guide to heaven. Then the Prophet (pbuh) said, "Do not become angry." The man asked, "How to not be angry?" The Prophet replied, "Do not become angry." The man repeated similar question and received similar answer.Today I went to seek some treatments for my persistent sinusitis. But what supposedly a treatment for my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8578028127826131929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8578028127826131929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8578028127826131929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8578028127826131929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/anger-management.html' title='Anger management'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-849256591782568667</id><published>2011-01-14T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T06:17:02.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi</title><summary type='text'>Selalu mimpi-mimpi yang kita alami sememangnya aneh dan kadang2 agak menakutkan. Itulah yang terjadi padaku semalam. Walaupun perasaan takut dan aneh itu hilang sekelip mata sejurus aku membuka mata dari lena, tapi aku tidak lupa akan peristiwa yang terjadi di dalam mimpi tersebut.Permulaannya agak kabur dan mungkin tidak relevan. Aku berada dalam sebuah bangunan seperti sebuah makmal. Di dalam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/849256591782568667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=849256591782568667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/849256591782568667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/849256591782568667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/mimpi.html' title='Mimpi'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5975924792124153202</id><published>2010-12-31T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T04:28:54.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership role</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to PDIDRURS aka DRU for his appointment as the new "big boss" of UPM. DRU is the father to one of my good friends back in Wisconsin. He was also the one interviewing me for this job. Exceptionally smart guy he is and has what it takes to fill the role as the leader of a higher learning institution. I also like his characters - Very acute, serious, focused, cool (not easily amused </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5975924792124153202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5975924792124153202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5975924792124153202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5975924792124153202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/leadership-role.html' title='Leadership role'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8267666459155376388</id><published>2010-12-09T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:12:24.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was walking to Boss's office when I suddenly saw my colleague, KS, coming out of her laboratory and bitching about the undergraduate students.  Later I learned that they fucked up the lab - by not properly turning off some machines which later caused some spillage on the floor of the lab. By the time I got there, the lab looked it has already been cleaned up. I gave props for KS and AB for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8267666459155376388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8267666459155376388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8267666459155376388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8267666459155376388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-walking-to-bosss-office-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-2604299172912314245</id><published>2010-12-07T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:51:08.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengalaman atas jalan</title><summary type='text'>Masuk berita kes kancil putus dua langgar tiang. Tiang pulak takder apa2 still in one piece. Pemandu pulak meninggal on the spot. Mintak jauh. Aku ni bukan apa. Bawak kelisa je tp kadang2 laju gak. Sekarang dah insaf sikit sbb kalau aku bawak laju, aku perasan enjin aku sedut minyak macam aku sedut air sirap je. Sekarang menten 60-80 jer. Tp sekarang tengok orang bawak perodua berdesup kat lane </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2604299172912314245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=2604299172912314245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2604299172912314245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2604299172912314245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/pengalaman-atas-jalan.html' title='Pengalaman atas jalan'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1690562985008432296</id><published>2010-11-03T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:19:09.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only exception</title><summary type='text'>Except GreenDay, I can't think of any other pop-punk band that I like. I kinda like Bunkface too but meh they are ok but not that great. I heard one or two things about Paramore and never actually like their songs.  I think their songs suit Western taste or Asian who think they are cool enough if they listen to bands like this one. I am not particularly picky about music. I listen to whatever I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1690562985008432296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1690562985008432296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1690562985008432296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1690562985008432296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-exception.html' title='The only exception'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8757203305557804982</id><published>2010-09-28T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:21:18.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a gamble</title><summary type='text'>I'm glad I was able to celebrate Eid with family after three freaking years. Though I hardly missed anything - food, guests, decorations, chats. Lots have changed but the spirit is the same. Only one thing that bothered me a lot though I anticipated it. Everybody never stop asking me when am I going to end my lonely days.It's a tough question indeed since you can imagine a nerdy ugly loser like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8757203305557804982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8757203305557804982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8757203305557804982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8757203305557804982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-is-gamble.html' title='Love is a gamble'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-4489943843667319410</id><published>2010-09-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:26:26.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parasite</title><summary type='text'>I was first learned about Cymothoa exigua, a tongue-eating parasite from the Planet Animal the Most Extreme show and amazed with its ability to "feed off fish's tongue" and later, fully replace the functionality of the organ. The host fish, on the other hand, despite losing its tongue, continue to live since the parasite is not affecting other parts of the fish. The parasite does not appear to "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4489943843667319410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=4489943843667319410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4489943843667319410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4489943843667319410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/parasite.html' title='Parasite'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-9175959167370561838</id><published>2010-07-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:39:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezeki Anak</title><summary type='text'>I heard about "rezeki anak" all the time but I admit in all honestly I was skeptical about it at first. Don't get me wrong, I always believe in the supremacy of God over the entire life on Earth as the most Beneficent One. But I did not quite like it when people claim strong connection between having a kid and getting extra and sometimes unexpected provision or sustenance from God. I mean, sorry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/9175959167370561838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=9175959167370561838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/9175959167370561838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/9175959167370561838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/office-politics.html' title='Rezeki Anak'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-4808810323326725527</id><published>2010-07-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:55:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimmest Bulb in the Box</title><summary type='text'>I did realize it before but thanks to some of my friends for reminding me that sometimes I act like a poser, phony whatever shit you wanna call it which I admit in all honesty yes I do. Maybe I tried too hard blending with the faculty elites, non-elites and pariahs, masquerading multiple alter-egos, losing myself-ness in the process, consequently, appear to be the biggest clown in the faculty.Now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4808810323326725527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=4808810323326725527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4808810323326725527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4808810323326725527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/dimmest-bulb-in-box.html' title='Dimmest Bulb in the Box'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-2363938415668134342</id><published>2010-05-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:54:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great place!</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since my last vacation. K called me on the phone asking to go for a 3 day vacation to Perhentian with him and some other guys. I was hesitated to go at first. I was raised in a family whom place the safety of myself over everything else even at the cost of having opportunity to go out with friends or explore places around me - which is certainly not uncommon among families who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2363938415668134342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=2363938415668134342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2363938415668134342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/2363938415668134342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-place.html' title='Great place!'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1450950735955601831</id><published>2010-04-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:47:53.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scientist or not?</title><summary type='text'>A year ago I was sitting in the lab with my labmate, C. Most of our friends left the lab after 6pm so either me or him ended up the last one to leave the lab.  But I probably hold the best record for spending longest time in the lab in that semester. Yeah I was really hardworking but I  barely passed the minimum grade to complete the graduation in timely fashion.C was an atheist. Or if I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1450950735955601831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1450950735955601831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1450950735955601831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1450950735955601831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-ago-i-was-sitting-in-lab-with-my.html' title='A scientist or not?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5468082203302606555</id><published>2009-12-16T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:24:53.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been somewhat a miraculous journey</title><summary type='text'>It's been forever since my last post. To be precise, it's been about 9 months. Many people say time flies so quickly and 2 and half a year feels like nothing. But from what I feel when I look back in time, my life has been very long and difficult. Full of sorrows, agonies, tears, hardships and sacrifices. Nothing's been easy on me. It is a miracle that I'm still surviving until today.Looking back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5468082203302606555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5468082203302606555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5468082203302606555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5468082203302606555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-somewhat-miraculous-journey.html' title='It&apos;s been somewhat a miraculous journey'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1910771431964426796</id><published>2009-03-24T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:29:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God I made this trip to Minnesota</title><summary type='text'>6:51 pm Central Time in Mankato, MN.I do not usually enjoy my life. I thought my life was constantly in terrible. I thought I am the guy with the worst luck in the entire universe. When people say to me "how are you," my favorite reply is "Not too bad." That's actually how I viewed my life. Not good but not bad either. It's boring, lame, and same thing happen again and again. Sometimes I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1910771431964426796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1910771431964426796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1910771431964426796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1910771431964426796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-god-i-made-this-trip-to-minnesota.html' title='Thank God I made this trip to Minnesota'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6075500162458830854</id><published>2009-03-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:08:24.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkan daku...</title><summary type='text'>Song: Mengintai LangitArtist: CocoSetiap hariku tulisYang ku telah jatuh cintaTapi ku rasa bersalahTidak ku nyatakan padamuAdakah engkau merasaApa yang sedang ku rasaTerpanah tancap asmaraHarapnya kau dah terimaMaafkan aku kerna menyintamuMaaf jika ku tak padan denganmuTapi ku berjanji kau juita hatiAkan ku jaga hingga akhir nantiMaafkan aku terus memujamuMaaf aku yang terlanjur merinduDidalam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6075500162458830854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6075500162458830854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6075500162458830854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6075500162458830854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/03/maafkan-daku.html' title='Maafkan daku...'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5966722229212830282</id><published>2009-02-15T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:40:14.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do wrong?</title><summary type='text'>This story happened when I was a form four student in high school. My Red Crescent Society teacher demanded a clean skinhead haircut following our loss in high school level marching competition. Regardless of some of my fellow members' disagreement, we all followed the order like soldiers faithfully do whatever is commanded by their superiors. Some of my friend did not get a clean skinhead cut. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5966722229212830282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5966722229212830282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5966722229212830282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5966722229212830282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-did-i-do-wrong.html' title='What did I do wrong?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-498439063364394065</id><published>2009-02-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:38:59.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raso tok chayo jah...</title><summary type='text'>rumet : Paeh, aku tok sedak duduk la.paeh   : Guano cito pulok? Relax ah.rumet : Gewe kawe ajok kawe gi Kanada nih.paeh   : Molek sangat lah tuh. Bilo lagi mung nok gi denung.rumet : Yo lah, tapi kawe raso tok sedak ati la. Mace tok sengoti raso.paeh   : Bakpo pulok nyoh? Beso aa tuh tubik gi jale dengan saing.rumet : Mung sero lagu mano? Patut ko dok kawe gi denge dio.paeh   : Ho doh. Kalo tok </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/498439063364394065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=498439063364394065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/498439063364394065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/498439063364394065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/02/raso-tok-chayo-jah.html' title='Raso tok chayo jah...'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-3061456384197722827</id><published>2009-01-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:40:51.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the nerd</title><summary type='text'>Aku sehodoh-hodoh manusia,Kau bagaikan bidadari surga, Kulitku hitam macam dayang senandong,Kulitmu putih bagai puteri santubong, Panjang rambutku, dipenuhi kuman,Panjang rambutmu, hitam menawan, Aku bertungkus lumus di laboratory,Kau bergembira sakan di party, Aku selalu kesepian, komputer lah temanku,Kau sangat femes, komputer tempat networkmu, Aku layan rock kapak, indie dan indon,Kau suka </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3061456384197722827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=3061456384197722827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3061456384197722827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3061456384197722827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2009/01/spitting-image-of-me.html' title='Beauty and the nerd'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8520774180280873351</id><published>2008-12-20T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:54:45.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengalaman di parti graduasi</title><summary type='text'>ok aku kena tulis dlm malay sbb aku tak nak rumet aku paham apa aku tulis kat sini haha...semalam aku ikut member aku pg party graduasi member dia, yang juga member aku. aku rasa ni fes taim aku pg party omputih (actually mamat tu chikan tp kulit dia putih cam org sepanyol). waktu aku pg tu niat aku nak makan je haha. masuk je, yg aku kenal dalam parti tu ada la 5 org. tu pun setakat kenal gitu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8520774180280873351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8520774180280873351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8520774180280873351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8520774180280873351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/12/pengalaman-di-parti-graduasi.html' title='Pengalaman di parti graduasi'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6424306331770058335</id><published>2008-10-03T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:31:19.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were in a better world</title><summary type='text'>Eid Mubarak. Seriously, having been living in the US for 5 years, I have lost some motivation to celebrate raya. I'm happy to attend the Eid prayer and go to 3 different friend's house. I had nice traditional Malay meals and cuisines, which I cannot restrain myelf from. Apart from that, there was no fancy cloth and new pair of shoes like I used to have when I was a kid. I think that's pretty much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6424306331770058335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6424306331770058335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6424306331770058335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6424306331770058335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-i-were-in-better-world.html' title='I wish I were in a better world'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8492679364328512439</id><published>2008-09-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:34:10.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenduri Arwah - Right or Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Ramadhan MubarakLast night, I did not do Tarawikh solat. I went to see sister Huda and her husband, bro Tony, at hospital. They just had a baby two days ago. Huda safely delivered her baby boy at 1st night of Ramadhan, prompted us to call him Ramadhan baby.But that's not all what I'm gonna write for this entry. Soon when I arrived home, I had a heat up religious discussion with my roommate (a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8492679364328512439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8492679364328512439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8492679364328512439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8492679364328512439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/09/kenduri-arwah-right-or-wrong.html' title='Kenduri Arwah - Right or Wrong?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-4884042332708616811</id><published>2008-06-26T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:26:25.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Imagination</title><summary type='text'>I think I watched too much anime. The more I watch, the more I feel connected to their stories and characters. I am so drawn into the stories, I feel like I've become part of the stories. I'm so dying to understand the language, I'm taking short course in Japanese this summer. I have a hot for some characters like Yuko Ichihara, (coz I am a sucker for oriental face with long straight silky black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4884042332708616811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=4884042332708616811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4884042332708616811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/4884042332708616811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-imagination.html' title='Too Much Imagination'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-215429760855441467</id><published>2008-06-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:53:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu Pikir La Sendiri - Nabil</title><summary type='text'>There was a Muslim girl who was so excel in academic. She was admitted into one of top schools in the world. She got perfect A's in every subject that she took. Finally, when she was all but to graduate from the school, her academic achievement were called off. She made only one mistake but that cost her everything she aimed for; a baccalaureate degree diploma from a school many would dream just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/215429760855441467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=215429760855441467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/215429760855441467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/215429760855441467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/06/lu-pikir-la-sendiri-nabil.html' title='Lu Pikir La Sendiri - Nabil'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1363629593334613850</id><published>2008-05-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:42:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semester wrap up</title><summary type='text'>What a shit, I worked my fucking ass off for whole semester, still don't get what I want. Think then I'm just plain idiot. Pathetic loser.That's fine. I just need to find a way to improve myself. But one thing is certain, no matter what the outcome is, I do enjoy studying. I like getting challenges. I feel like I am more alive by punishing my brain night in and out, day by day, with improbable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1363629593334613850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1363629593334613850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1363629593334613850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1363629593334613850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/05/semester-wrap-up.html' title='semester wrap up'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-755014588188556936</id><published>2008-01-26T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:33:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good enough... as always...</title><summary type='text'>Islam is right about teaching us to be grateful for what we already have, and strive for things we want to have i.e. wealth, good education, job and so on. I have to convince that to myself everyday that even though I have nothing much, nothing to be proud of, I have to be grateful that at least that I'm alive, getting education, and still a Muslim. It's no use whining and complaining when things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/755014588188556936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=755014588188556936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/755014588188556936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/755014588188556936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-good-enough-as-always.html' title='Not good enough... as always...'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-3478174222944515172</id><published>2008-01-14T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:24:21.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal but er... not for everybody</title><summary type='text'>The image above is taken from a job posting by a company in the U.S., which I don't want to disclose. I hope you can read the text that I circled in yellow. I find this phrase rather ironic. Equal opportunity but U.S. citizenship is required. That means as long as you have U.S. citizenship, you will treated the same and equal from the company in terms of recruiting. Otherwise, go to hell, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3478174222944515172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=3478174222944515172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3478174222944515172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3478174222944515172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2008/01/equal-but-er-not-for-everybody.html' title='Equal but er... not for everybody'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SaL7OETEq0A/R4uKx0UxtmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BaLPyHxhROc/s72-c/job_post_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5596851245263633359</id><published>2007-12-18T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:59:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling stupid</title><summary type='text'>The semester is over yeahuuuuuu... no homework crap, no exam, no worries about project, no seeing certain *figure* (crap, today I bumped into her again, this counts like 3 times in a span of 6 days) , at least until the break is over. Such a short time ;__; but dats my life. Bz wif school. So much so that I like being in school and busy with studying, pretending to make myself looks cool by going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5596851245263633359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5596851245263633359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5596851245263633359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5596851245263633359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-stupid.html' title='Feeling stupid'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-103241318866223542</id><published>2007-11-18T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:25:53.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore</title><summary type='text'>Need a kick start to work on my project report, so this is what I come up with, posting another entry in my blog...Menyampah rasa dengan minah sorang nih tak habis2 kaco aku tp bagus lah bila dia dah paham. Rasa nya macam tu lah kot rasa nya bila disukai oleh orang yang kita tak suka. Macam kawan ku ba cakap kat aku, "Bila orang lain suka kat ko tp ko tak suka kat dia, agak2 ko boleh rasa lah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/103241318866223542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=103241318866223542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/103241318866223542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/103241318866223542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-care-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5247280829900718708</id><published>2007-10-25T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:24:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekasih gelapku</title><summary type='text'>My biggest weakness tends to be a woman ;)Last week was a battle between my reality and my feeling. To let this burden off my chest, I talked to 3 different persons, including her own brother. I prayed to God to give me a signal and to guide me to the right decision, which only revealed to me last nigth. I hang out with her and other friends, and it is apparent to me that she was not the one for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5247280829900718708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5247280829900718708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5247280829900718708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5247280829900718708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/10/sounds-of-silence-and-loneliness.html' title='Kekasih gelapku'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1848927379968612819</id><published>2007-10-07T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:41:52.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><summary type='text'>Eid Mubarak.Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir dan Batin.For the sake of Allah and the spirit of Ramadhan and Eid, I would like to apologize for all my wrong doings, intentionally or unintentionally, for my words that ever hurt you, because words are sharper than swords, for my stupid arguments that you find disturbing, for my stubborn behavior, for everything you don't like about me. I'm  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1848927379968612819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1848927379968612819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1848927379968612819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1848927379968612819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/10/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6200512622730868816</id><published>2007-09-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:48:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult but that's just the way it is...</title><summary type='text'>I remember a quote from captain Sig of Northwestern from "Deadliest Catch" show on Discovery Channel while weeping his tears remembering those who died fishing on Alaskan Sea, "it is just the way it is."Yeah sometimes it is hard and difficult especially when dealing with our life. And Captain Sig chooses to stay as a fisherman despite losing friends and having one of the most dangerous jobs in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6200512622730868816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6200512622730868816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6200512622730868816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6200512622730868816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/09/difficult-but-thats-just-way-it-is.html' title='Difficult but that&apos;s just the way it is...'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-1364939592739848568</id><published>2007-07-29T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:12:00.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont quite understand myself anymore</title><summary type='text'>Other than ending my pursuit of a PhD degree with success as my #1 priority, I dont know what else I want to do or have for myself. I would like to have a girlfriend but just dont know how much I have to do to get one without compromising my ultimate dream. When one girl confessed to me she likes me, part of me wanted her, and part of me was being ignorant to her, part of me thinks "lets find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1364939592739848568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=1364939592739848568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1364939592739848568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/1364939592739848568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-quite-understand-myself-anymore.html' title='I dont quite understand myself anymore'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-3231546873657820701</id><published>2007-07-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:24:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7/7/7</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3231546873657820701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=3231546873657820701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3231546873657820701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3231546873657820701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/07/777.html' title=''/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-654555260696264387</id><published>2007-06-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:21:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This afternoon, my emotion fluctuated. There was a dumb but sad expression in my face. There were noise inside and outside of this room but there was much silence in my heart which occasionally interrupted by heartbeat. It was so quite since it is so empty.What she said about me was right after all.Even if this could be a sign of desperation, my ego still looking for way out of this matter, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/654555260696264387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=654555260696264387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/654555260696264387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/654555260696264387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-afternoon-my-emotion-fluctuated.html' title=''/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-3352759419077418665</id><published>2007-06-16T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:46:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, diet and work demand...</title><summary type='text'>It's been months since my last entry. Look out previous entry. Yeah yeah I'm very lazy at writing blog. I've done many things, went to many places (another road trip coming up end of this month), met *cough* many people, and ate a lot too (and still drop my sugar level). Heck. Taking healthy and balance diet at consistent time is what you're supposed to do - that's what a doctor said to me. yeah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3352759419077418665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=3352759419077418665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3352759419077418665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/3352759419077418665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-diet-and-work-demand.html' title='Time, diet and work demand...'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6007873258387475542</id><published>2007-02-27T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:25:03.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HITOMI WO TOJITE</title><summary type='text'>I often heard this phrase (its meaning in English is I close my eyes) in Japanese songs, and the one I can relate most is Ken Hirai's song with the very same phrase as its title.And somehow the phrase relates to my current situation today.Last night, another bad luck fall upon me, as if I was hit by shower of bad luck. My glasses (or spectacle if you will) fell right to the cement floor in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6007873258387475542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6007873258387475542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6007873258387475542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6007873258387475542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/02/hitomi-wo-tojite.html' title='HITOMI WO TOJITE'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-5888402510291708573</id><published>2007-02-26T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:50:46.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this means I have to leave early?</title><summary type='text'>Armi is starting to push me to replace his role in Dr. Wan's research. I know that. I don't like it at first but I realize it may help me to become better in terms of gaining more knowledge and experience in researching since being a reseacher is what I want to be in the future. Like an Italian proverb says, "Don't just aim but hit," I can't continue on dreaming but I have to start somewhere and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5888402510291708573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=5888402510291708573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5888402510291708573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/5888402510291708573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/02/does-this-means-i-have-to-leave-early.html' title='Does this means I have to leave early?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-7445335130583288123</id><published>2007-02-13T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:02:01.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Auditing</title><summary type='text'>"I thought he was into too much self-analysis, too much about what he couldn't do," Van Gundy said. "He felt he always needed to answer the questions..."  - Houstan Rockets coach Jeff Van Gundy talks about Tracy McGrady as quoted from Yahoo SportsMaybe this quote provides me, if not completely answer all my questions, a few hints to what I feel now (refer to previous post). Perhaps it is true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7445335130583288123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=7445335130583288123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/7445335130583288123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/7445335130583288123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-auditing.html' title='Self Auditing'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-6898828469464213840</id><published>2007-02-01T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:33:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the state of ambivalent</title><summary type='text'>Salmie referred me as "Mat Pening."Maybe she's right.Sometimes, I tend to feel a little spaced out, not knowing exactly what I am supposed to do, particularly when I have to do something completely new in the office. Maybe, it's because I'm in the learning process here. Many things to learn. I have to learn different kind of forms for different purposes, like sickness absence form, annual leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6898828469464213840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=6898828469464213840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6898828469464213840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/6898828469464213840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2007/02/blur-pening-anxious.html' title='In the state of ambivalent'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-851763213274101255</id><published>2006-12-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:14:23.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving first week of work</title><summary type='text'>Would you rather get paid for nothing but staying in the room from 8 to 5 with frequent breaks in between?It sounds like an very comfortable way to get paycheck every month. But I tell you, doing literally nothing from 8 to 5 every working day is figthing against boredomness, and far from being comfort, other than sitting on leather seat chair in a room supplied with AC and a desktop PC with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/851763213274101255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=851763213274101255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/851763213274101255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/851763213274101255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/12/surviving-first-week-of-work.html' title='Surviving first week of work'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-8334477881983644743</id><published>2006-11-22T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:02:18.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beza private sector dengan public sector (malaysia only)</title><summary type='text'>Aku nak request academic transcript aku untuk application masuk postgraduate program. Memula ingat kan cukup lah sekadar hantar Marquette U punyer transcipt sbb kan itu lah tpt aku dapat degree aku. Tapi most college nak transcript form other learning institution yang aku attend. So terpaksa lah aku request kat Sunway College dan UiTM Intec sbb kan 2 2 tpt tu aku belajar dan dapat credit sekali. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8334477881983644743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=8334477881983644743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8334477881983644743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/8334477881983644743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/11/beza-private-sector-dengan-public.html' title='beza private sector dengan public sector (malaysia only)'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-116265819101602413</id><published>2006-11-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:01:08.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabs matter</title><summary type='text'>It's already 11.23 pm, the match between Manchester United and Portsmouth is in underway but I am busy geeking myself with English vocabs in preparation for my GRE test. It is such an agony. So many vocabs I tried to memorize, so few that stuck in my mind, so little that I could recall when I need them, and I never score more than 400 on practise tests (the best I can get is 380 over 800! 800 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116265819101602413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=116265819101602413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116265819101602413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116265819101602413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/11/vocabs-matter.html' title='Vocabs matter'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-116199818728495338</id><published>2006-10-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:16:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAL- prefixes</title><summary type='text'>First look at these array of words:MALadaptation - inadequate or faulty adaptationMALaise - in the state of discomfort, uneasinessa vague awareness of moral or social declineI LOVE THIS WORD!!!MALaria - a type of infectious diseaseMALe - lelakiMALediction - calling down curse, evil talk, slanderMALefaction - crime, wrongdoingMALevolent - evil, violence intention, ill willMALfunction - NOT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116199818728495338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=116199818728495338' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116199818728495338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116199818728495338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/10/mal-prefixes.html' title='MAL- prefixes'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-116088042165344144</id><published>2006-10-14T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:47:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ujian kesabaran</title><summary type='text'>Bila aku letak je kaki aku atas pedal kereta, automatik aku jadi orang yang hot-tempered. Aku memang hot-tempered tapi kalo aku jalan atas tanah ker, simen ker, tiles ker, whatever lah aku boleh control lagi. Tapi aku cuba jugak control bila aku tgh driving. Kadang2 aku cakap kat mak aku aku malas nak drive, sebenarnya aku memang tak suka sangat drive kat Kelantan ni. Except kalau </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116088042165344144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=116088042165344144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116088042165344144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116088042165344144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/10/ujian-kesabaran.html' title='Ujian kesabaran'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-116002460382752774</id><published>2006-10-04T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:50:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch Hunter Robin</title><summary type='text'>Kyahhhh!! I really like this show!! I always have a thing for witches haha (does Dark Magician Girl sounds familiar?) Another anime show that I like which feature witch as the main protagonist is Kiki's delivery service. Back to the topic, other than the main protagonist, I like this anime show because the art is neat and beautiful. The story is not that bad although it is a little bit strange </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116002460382752774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=116002460382752774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116002460382752774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/116002460382752774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/10/witch-hunter-robin.html' title='Witch Hunter Robin'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115959223573206302</id><published>2006-09-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:01:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak tuceng aku!!!</title><summary type='text'>Anak pertama - PhillipAnak kedua - WindAnak ketiga - MawiSemua nama abah aku yang kasi taw! Semua anak jantan. Takder betina.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115959223573206302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115959223573206302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115959223573206302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115959223573206302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/09/anak-tuceng-aku.html' title='Anak tuceng aku!!!'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115950467585912256</id><published>2006-09-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:07:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunga!!!</title><summary type='text'>Minat gardening darei kecik lagi. Aku suka flower plant dengan vegetable. Pokok besar2 kureng sket. Bunga di atas aku tak tahu bunga apa. Maybe satu spesis dengan iris atau daylily tapi tak sure fit category mana. Senang je nak jaga tak payah cantas pun. Bunga pun cantik. Tapi pokok dia jenis berumput lah tak tinggi macam Bougainvillea. Skrang tengah pujuk mak aku beli bunga lain. Asek2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115950467585912256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115950467585912256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115950467585912256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115950467585912256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/09/bunga.html' title='Bunga!!!'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115925284620520191</id><published>2006-09-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:53:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bejeweled best score</title><summary type='text'>I've become addicted to Bejeweled since started playing it on my cellphone. This game is ver yeasy to play.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115925284620520191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115925284620520191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115925284620520191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115925284620520191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/09/bejeweled-best-score.html' title='Bejeweled best score'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115782382658499607</id><published>2006-09-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T09:54:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to be a champion?</title><summary type='text'>Damn I hate it when I press wrong button. It delayed my work.Yesterday, I read Wikipedia page about Michelle Kwan, the 5 times ice figure skating world champion. I do not quote directly from Wikipedia but I would put the link to the page. It's about her parents dedication towards her passion in ice skating that impress me the most. You want to know what her parents did? They financially in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115782382658499607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115782382658499607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115782382658499607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115782382658499607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-it-takes-to-be-champion.html' title='What it takes to be a champion?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115657443827596266</id><published>2006-08-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:50:26.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which category do I fall into?</title><summary type='text'>Nerd - budak bijak yang tak amik kisah sangat dengan penampilan diri, pakaian pun selekeh jerGeek - budak power gilos, ottai2 komputer, selalunya kena kutuk psl spek tebal atau tak hensem, tapi biasa budak gini bila besar keje bagus macam Bill GatesOtaku - refer kat kaki2 games, kaki2 chating atau mat2 study yang takder life, tak suka keluar rumah tapi suka memerap kat dalam bilik, biasa nya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115657443827596266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115657443827596266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115657443827596266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115657443827596266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-category-do-i-fall-into.html' title='Which category do I fall into?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115568077893423655</id><published>2006-08-15T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:09:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling against reality</title><summary type='text'>Sigmund Freud, an Austrian neurologist(neurology is a study of disorder of nervous system), studied much about human mind and behavior, and later developed a thoery called "defense mechanism."This subject (or theory) was first known to me while practising TOEFL sample test from Barron's TOEFL guide book and after that, I've become so much hooked to it. The reason is simple. Becuase I find it very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115568077893423655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115568077893423655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115568077893423655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115568077893423655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/08/battling-against-reality.html' title='Battling against reality'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115549377859375656</id><published>2006-08-13T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:37:36.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek into reality</title><summary type='text'>Just receiving my stuyd guide books today which is great coz I hope these books would help to pull me out from being a slacker. Good old days have long gone. What tomorrow brings? Who knows? I am just doing my thing. It sucks being like this coz I practically not doing anything meaningful. Instead, I spend more time degrading myself, regretting things and undermining my motivation to live. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115549377859375656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115549377859375656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115549377859375656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115549377859375656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/08/peek-into-reality.html' title='A peek into reality'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115431830758313315</id><published>2006-07-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:26:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated story</title><summary type='text'>I wasted a month and so without doing anything meaningful. I do a lot of things, from memorizing English vocabularies, attending art class and taking care house. But nothing that really pays off me well. I do those because I do not want to be idle and let the time passes without making use of it. My mom wants me to study Islamic courses at nearby "pondok," a term for private school that teach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115431830758313315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115431830758313315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115431830758313315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115431830758313315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/07/updated-story.html' title='Updated story'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115340684687340483</id><published>2006-07-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:47:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo..</title><summary type='text'>DAMN!! everything seems so wrong.. something not right is going on with me. i do not understand it. every bad feeling kinda mixes up together; envy, boring, broken heart, anxious, lazy, lower self esteem. I became stressful. I play soccer and do a lot of exercises to alleviate it a little bit. But it comes back at night when I was about to sleep. I always have problem to sleep at night, now it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115340684687340483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115340684687340483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115340684687340483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115340684687340483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/07/emo.html' title='Emo..'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115142873151006933</id><published>2006-06-27T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:18:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unGREgarious attempt to memorize unfamiliar words</title><summary type='text'>Though I understand well how I averse to living in this current state, but there is nothing much I can do to alleviate my boredom. Nor am I audacious enough to go out alone and enjoy the bucolic scenery around my village. At least I am contented for having an access to internet, though it is just a dial-up internet. To appease my pain from excessive boredom, I always post bombastic but completely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115142873151006933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115142873151006933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115142873151006933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115142873151006933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/06/ungregarious-attempt-to-memorize.html' title='unGREgarious attempt to memorize unfamiliar words'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115101434583287525</id><published>2006-06-22T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:12:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the opposite</title><summary type='text'>Sebenarnyer aku dah maleh nak citer tp dh xder benda nak citerYesterday was like hell 'cause I couldn't able to do want to do - completing my job  application form and buying some stuff. I was too afraid to drive alone. My brother did n't want to go with me. If there were some inks left in the catridge I don't have to go out looking for a replacement. So for that reason I could not print the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115101434583287525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115101434583287525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115101434583287525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115101434583287525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/06/quite-opposite.html' title='Quite the opposite'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-115000365309371518</id><published>2006-06-10T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:27:33.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping is no fun now</title><summary type='text'>owh shit no i suck at shopping, i should bring a lady next to me whenever i go shoppingthe thing is i am not sensitive or critical enough when choosing what the best to buy. only later i would realize i pick wrong things, or the thing i bought does not work the way i want it to workor maybe i should stop shoppingseriously , shoppping can be very tiring, i want to save some money and think of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/115000365309371518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=115000365309371518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115000365309371518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/115000365309371518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-is-no-fun-now.html' title='shopping is no fun now'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114963908765561169</id><published>2006-06-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:11:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/6/6</title><summary type='text'>Currently likes "Life is Wonderful" by Jason MrazCurrently dislikes my 'temporary' room - it's started to bother me since the first day I am ousted from my roomMy inner voice shouting at me: Get my ass hell out of here!!! I demand some fricking spaces!!!Today is quite special because it marks 6/6/6 on Gregorian calendar (AD year)And I want to note it on my own diary :)Other than that, I got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114963908765561169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114963908765561169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114963908765561169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114963908765561169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/06/666.html' title='6/6/6'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114827812236551873</id><published>2006-05-21T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:15:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am number two</title><summary type='text'>"I AM NUMBER TWO"That is a little note that appears on the back of a card I received from the Marquette Alumni during my graduation ceremony, just after receiving an "empty" folder from Dr. E. Yaz, the dean of the Electrical Engineering Department. The notes claimed by them to be "a proof that you are graduating from Marquette University that you can keep in the wallet."The little note means a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114827812236551873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114827812236551873' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114827812236551873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114827812236551873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-number-two.html' title='I am number two'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114732630533405261</id><published>2006-05-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:45:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!! THIS ENTRY CONTAINS DEROGATORY WORDS</title><summary type='text'>"everything happens for reason"yeah whatever, if bad thing happen to me, it sucks my ass no matter whatdumbass yeahi studied so hard, in the end i only got shitf**k that shit that cost me my dream I have set since my first semesterthere was only one damn question that put me in hell and that was among the easiest onesi'm so f**king upset, there's no f**king second chance eitherthen I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114732630533405261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114732630533405261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114732630533405261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114732630533405261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/05/warning-this-entry-contains-derogatory.html' title='WARNING!!! THIS ENTRY CONTAINS DEROGATORY WORDS'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114576613042008050</id><published>2006-04-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T08:12:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be myself or not to be myself?</title><summary type='text'>There's something liberating about not pretending. Dare to embarrass yourself.Risk.-Drew Barrymore (brainyquote.com)I can't really tell, when I am acting like an idiot, fooling around other people, telling joke, sometimes inappropriately opressing others, or sometimes people don't quite get it, that if I have any intention to be cool, nice, whatsoever in front of other people? (in opposite to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114576613042008050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114576613042008050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114576613042008050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114576613042008050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-myself-or-not-to-be-myself.html' title='Be myself or not to be myself?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114524576682967785</id><published>2006-04-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:50:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about my obsession</title><summary type='text'>Doesn't black looks dull? But that color is so good on my body. Not only my wardrobe fills with many black clothes, but some of my stuff are also black in color - i.e. cpu, speaker, laptop, bag and others. I would tend to choose black color first then any other color. It's not like I am obsessed with that color. God creates all different colors to be enjoyed by all of us, right? It's all started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114524576682967785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114524576682967785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114524576682967785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114524576682967785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/04/talk-about-my-obsession.html' title='Talk about my obsession'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114463353728001758</id><published>2006-04-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:55:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><summary type='text'>I did not make new layout like I always did. I've tried to look for idea but none works for me. Futhermore, I am too busy to build one - currently struggling to finish up my senior design project.I like this layout. It's very simple, neat, black and more importantly, it's FREE!Not many colors. Simply black and white (plus grey for background - well grey is merely the mixture of these two colors).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114463353728001758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114463353728001758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114463353728001758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114463353728001758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114413619251779511</id><published>2006-04-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:36:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being courageous is good, being reserved is bad</title><summary type='text'>Hey today something happened, I made a few chicks giggled. haha..nah that's not something big to brag about..***Sidestory - Dr. C were so angry when he learned that I am planning to measure just one strain gauge at a time for our prototype testing.  What an inconsiderate man! I tried so hard to figure out the measurement technique and he just uttered a few words that have changed it all. That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114413619251779511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114413619251779511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114413619251779511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114413619251779511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-courageous-is-good-being.html' title='Being courageous is good, being reserved is bad'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114248590198522344</id><published>2006-03-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:11:42.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagi lagi bab makan</title><summary type='text'>waaa makan roti kosong lak ari ni. beras ada sardin ada tapi malu la nak masak bila bukan turn aku. nampak pathetic sangat. PRIDE aa konon (ego) padahal perut ku meraung minta diisi. kalau diorang tak der kat rumah mmg dah lama aku masak tadi. sib baik ada roti kosong dua keping. at least boleh meredakan asakan dari dalam perut sendiri. baik aku makan roti kosong ni daripada chinese food th. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114248590198522344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114248590198522344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114248590198522344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114248590198522344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/03/lagi-lagi-bab-makan.html' title='lagi lagi bab makan'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114154053152046322</id><published>2006-03-04T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:35:31.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I reach the light at the end of the tunnel?</title><summary type='text'>I am wondering if I am only interested to write when something bad happen to me or otherwise?Nevertheless I am writing today even though there is nothing bad really happen to me other than my senior design project is not going as smoothly as I expect it to be. I was very happy the other day upon seeing the grade "A" appears on the upper right corner of my Ethics weekly assignment. I feel like I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114154053152046322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114154053152046322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114154053152046322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114154053152046322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/03/would-i-reach-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Would I reach the light at the end of the tunnel?'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114104779053555606</id><published>2006-02-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:43:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fastest torrent download rate</title><summary type='text'>The fastest torrent download rate I ever noticed was 535 kb/s, this is the best rate I can captured. I am os proud of it :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114104779053555606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114104779053555606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114104779053555606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114104779053555606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/02/fastest-torrent-download-rate.html' title='The fastest torrent download rate'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114100416542208986</id><published>2006-02-26T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:39:09.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple friendly argument</title><summary type='text'>I helped Wai Hong, our MUMSA president to go shopping at Viat Hoa, a chinese-vietnamese groceries, after our MSAMU meeting. This was his first visit and he was so excited looking at so many things he can buy. That exactly what my impression was when I first got here. He ended up buying a lot of stuff while I just bought a few.Later while he was driving me home, and I was sitting on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114100416542208986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114100416542208986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114100416542208986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114100416542208986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/02/simple-friendly-argument.html' title='A simple friendly argument'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114067107391508587</id><published>2006-02-22T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:04:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feel like wanna wirtre something</title><summary type='text'>I just stopped studying for tomorrow's test and feel like I want to wirte something. There's no particular things I want to write about this time but I would go over a few things that happens today. Kinda like report of the day hehe. My wirtings in English is getting rusty due to lack of practice. I write a lot in Ethics class and realize how bad I am in English. In my senior design, my teammates</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114067107391508587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114067107391508587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114067107391508587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114067107391508587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-feel-like-wanna-wirtre-something.html' title='Just feel like wanna wirtre something'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893652.post-114057333305506273</id><published>2006-02-21T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:55:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak abis abis dengan masalah</title><summary type='text'>Betul tu. Idup aku. Tak lah indah mana. Duduk US ni best. Sbb macam2 benda yang tak daper nak experience kat Mesia ada. Snow, winter, cuaca sejuk, org putih kiri kanan, ada yang lawa, ada yang tidak, yang penting boleh speaking slang American, shopping giler2 (hehe), minggu2 main basketball. Nak kata tak enjoy tak jugak. Tapi masalah masalah ni yang buat aku malas nak layan kadang tapi kena layan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/feeds/114057333305506273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5893652&amp;postID=114057333305506273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114057333305506273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893652/posts/default/114057333305506273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paeh.blogspot.com/2006/02/tak-abis-abis-dengan-masalah.html' title='tak abis abis dengan masalah'/><author><name>Faiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/mfaizz/bleachicon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
