<?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-6626186955959478508</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:31:12.529-07:00</updated><category term='can u believe it?'/><title type='text'>beni bidi bici</title><subtitle type='html'>beni came, beni saw, beni conquered.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626186955959478508.post-1630886301425209000</id><published>2009-06-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:39:22.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babi di Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>Salam kepada semua pembaca, hari ini aku nak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; cerita tentang seekor babi di Afghanistan. Tapi sebelum itu biar aku ingatkan kepada sekalian pembaca (walaupun tak ramai, aku tahu) yang cerita ini langsung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIADA KAITAN&lt;/span&gt; dengan mana-mana pihak, dan cerita mengenai babi tersebut &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIDAK LANGSUNG DISAMAKAN&lt;/span&gt; dengan mana-mana manusia, termasuk kawan-kawan, ahli-ahli politik, pemain-pemain bola, artis seantero dan sebagainya. Terima kasih. Bayangkan diri anda seekor babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/clockingin/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 332px;" src="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/clockingin/pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi di Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari jam 4.50 petang, seekor babi di Afghanistan sedang berjalan-jalan di sekitar Kabul, tempat peperangan yang sangat terkenal di seluruh dunia. Mereka yang mahukan minyak selalu datang ke Kabul untuk mencuri minyak di situ. Mereka tidak perlu meminta izin rakyat Afghanistan untuk mengambil minyak disitu kerana minyak adalah percuma, atau gratis dalam bahasa Indonesia. Sedang babi itu berjalan-jalan di sekitar kabul, die melihat kesan-kesan kemusnahan di Afghanistan yang dilakukan oleh pihak yang tidak bertanggungjawab di atas segala kacau-bilau di tempat itu. Lalu babi tersebut terus berjalan merentasi tanpa menghiraukan apa yang berlaku disekelilingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOOM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi itu terkejut. Dia terdengar satu letupan kuat berhampiran tempat dia berjalan dan langsung babi itu bergegas ke tempat di mana dia mendengar letupan kuat itu. Tidak kurang lima minit berjalan, babi tersebut sampai di tempat kejadian. Sebuah rumah besar milik penghuni anak-anak yatim telah di bom oleh pihak tidak bertanggungjawab. Mangsa-mangsa dan orang sekeliling bertempiaran lari, dek terkejut kerana terdengar letupan kuat yang menggegarkan hampir sepelaung jaraknya dari tempat kejadian. Babi itu melihat manusia berlari, menangis, menjerit, mengilai meminta pertolongan untuk menyelamatkan mangsa letupan tersebut. Babi tidak mampu berbuat apa-apa. Dia hanyalah seekor Babi. Berkaki empat, tidak punya tangan, berbadan kecil, tidak memahami apa jua yang dikatakan oleh manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendak ditolong, pasti manusia tidak akan menyentuhnya. Hendak dimakan, babi tidak makan daging manusia. Hendak bermain di lumpur berhampiran, ramai pula mangsa kejadian terdampar tanpa bantuan di situ. Lalu babi tersebut meneruskan perjalanan. Tidak sampai dua belas tapak kedua belah kaki di hadapan tiba-tiba sekeping benda yang agak besar jatuh dihadapan babi tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSHHH!! KERANGGGGG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi terkejut beruk. Entah bagaimana benda besar yang sekeping itu boleh terjatuh dihadapan babi tersebut, dia pun tidak tahu. Babi bernasib baik kerana benda besar itu tidak menghempap dirinya, lalu  babi tersebut beredar ke kiri untuk meneruskan perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba babi tersentak. Terkesima. Terkemut sebentar. Imbasan pada benda besar itu menunjukkan seekor babi lain. Adakah itu babi lain atau itu cuma dia? Perasaan curiga mendalami babi itu. Tidak semena-mena tanpa berfikir babi itu mendekati cermin tersebut untuk menghilangkan rasa curiga yang bermain di minda nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku jumpa seekor babi lain!!!", babi itu menjerit gembira didalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi menggerakkan kening kirinya. Babi di benda besar menggerakkan kening kanannya. Babi mengangkat kaki kanan hadapannya. Babi di benda besar mengangkat kaki kiri hadapannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi itu tersedar, bahawa dia adalah babi di imbasan yang terdapat di benda besar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terduduk babi itu dibuatnya kerana ada benda sebegitu rupa. Benda yang boleh menampakkan imbasan diri sendiri, dan mengikut apa jua pergerakan. Terasa bodoh babi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rupa-rupanya aku sahaja &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;satu-satunya babi yang berada di Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt;", kata babi itu kepada dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi itu kemudian duduk di hadapan benda besar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana rakan-rakan aku yang lain?", tanya babi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana aku boleh sampai di tempat ini?", tanya babi itu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya bagaikan satu mimpi, satu misteri, satu permainan bermain difikiran babi. Babi baru sedar yang dia tidak ada siapa di bumi Afghanistan. Babi baru sedar yang dia sebenarnya tidak pernah peduli tentang apa yang berlaku di bumi Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi kemudian menarik nafas panjang lalu menjerit sekuat hatinya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"AKU PERLUKAN KAWANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;respon&lt;/span&gt; daripada makhluk sekeliling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"BABI BABI SEKALIAN!!! DI MANA ENGKAU!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersambung....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626186955959478508-1630886301425209000?l=acousticafiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1630886301425209000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/babi-di-afghanistan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/1630886301425209000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/1630886301425209000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/babi-di-afghanistan.html' title='Babi di Afghanistan'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626186955959478508.post-4775010301861461361</id><published>2009-06-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:09:43.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budak-budak Poron punya lagu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teringat peristiwa kita dulu&lt;br /&gt;Dipantai pasirnya putih&lt;br /&gt;Berlari dengan riang terpesona&lt;br /&gt;Dengan keindahan alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantai bersih&lt;br /&gt;Laut jernih&lt;br /&gt;Ikan-ikan berenang-renang&lt;br /&gt;Batu karang di lautan&lt;br /&gt;Menjanjikan keindahan alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kawan, ingat&lt;br /&gt;Yang dikatakan kenangan di tepi pantai&lt;br /&gt;Oh kawan, ingat&lt;br /&gt;Yang dikatakan kenangan di tepi pantai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan sajak, ini bukan puisi, ini bukan gurindam jiwa menusuk kalbu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini lirik lagu. (Liriknya mungkin salah dan tidak habis sebab dah lama aku tak nyanyikan lagu ini. Jadi kepada sesiapa yang tahu akan penyudah lagu ini, sile berikan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; ya)Sangat indah iramanya. Nanti kalau rajin akan aku &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; video ke youtube dan rakan-rakan sekalian boleh lihat. Kalau rajin lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lirik lagu yang ditulis oleh kawan kepada &lt;a href="http://theexantagonist.blogspot.com"&gt;abang aku&lt;/a&gt; (tak ingat namanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, aku dah lama tak menulis. Perlu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; aku menulis sedangkan yang membaca hanya aku, aku, dan sekelumit kawan-kawan aku? Mungkin aku tak dilahirkan untuk menjadi seorang penulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Penyanyi?&lt;/span&gt; Mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pelakon?&lt;/span&gt; (taktau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pembaca Berita?&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.guitarlessonworld.com/resources/images/guitarcircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.guitarlessonworld.com/resources/images/guitarcircle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt;, kalau aku ada koleksi gitar sebegini rupa, mesti aku gembira.hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626186955959478508-4775010301861461361?l=acousticafiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4775010301861461361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/teringat-peristiwa-kita-dulu-dipantai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/4775010301861461361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/4775010301861461361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/teringat-peristiwa-kita-dulu-dipantai.html' title='Budak-budak Poron punya lagu'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626186955959478508.post-6509914672384526525</id><published>2009-06-10T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:41:34.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can u believe it?'/><title type='text'>Meeting Place!!</title><content type='html'>4 days ago i posted The last shadow puppets vclip entitled "Meeting Place". Whoa. Very smooth melody accompanied by the beautiful and metaphorical lyrics from Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys) and Miles Kane (er..lupe plak name band die).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Si9jNpbUewI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6rSJmqBUJok/s1600-h/alex+n+miles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Si9jNpbUewI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6rSJmqBUJok/s320/alex+n+miles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345600368821959426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there there. 2 brilliant lads. salut! (alex left, miles right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway, as i've promised earlier i'll explain or..interpret this song according to my level of understanding and also my level of English. As u know, my English is terribly broken so i doesnt wants to explained to all of you guy about this songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, this song is about (argh..feels like i'm writing an assignment. God i miss my student life.POYO).. I think it's about a man and a woman who had this "meeting place" and for those "four weeks they trolled around" something blossomed there, but it was stronger for him than it was for her. She had no problem dashing out of the "meeting place," while he still longed for her ("She clings to his consciousness"). So the poor guy is left hurt and heartbroken (he's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why he says "his love had left him there, where the voice still echoes." And even though he longed for her, he's sorry he met her because now all he has is time passing since they were together&lt;br /&gt;...But all he has was the words of "I'm sorry I met you." He can't tell her that 'cos she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my theory there. Probably not even close, but I don't mind because this song is great. Read the lyrics without the music and it reads like poetry. And the throwback sound with the horns and strings is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partial to the words at the beginning of the song...It's so abstract, yet I can still understand what he means (or at least I think I do!). "He's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place..." I love love love that part! He's not exactly worried, but he just wants to put that nostalgia behind because if he keeps thinking about this woman, it makes him feel heartbroken. If that's what he means, then I friggin' get it. Been there, done that! Then there's the woman, who "tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place, but her heart had led her there." And yeah, her heart led her there, but she still probably screwed this guy over because he had stronger feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the subliminal metaphor with the way Alex wrote this song. Sometimes I think he tries to be cryptic and poetic about little details and events (kind of like "The Bakery" and "Too Much Too Ask") and this song could be that too. Probably could be about some girl he had a fling with, and he somehow felt rejected by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been wanting to know how Alex and Miles wrote these songs. Did they split the writing in every single song, or was it just like, "I write one song, you write the other"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the thing, this song is still awesome. But I already said that, so sorry this was long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There u go. My copy+paste interpretation of the song. Truthfully, i'm very tired to write about the meaning of the song and whatnot.hahah. I plainly listen to The Last Shadow Puppets because of their good music, plus the brilliant lyrics. For further information, go to www.songmeanings.net and search for thousands of songs that people have given their opinions and meanings and WHATEVS. ENJOY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626186955959478508-6509914672384526525?l=acousticafiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6509914672384526525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-days-ago-i-posted-last-shadow-puppets.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/6509914672384526525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/6509914672384526525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-days-ago-i-posted-last-shadow-puppets.html' title='Meeting Place!!'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Si9jNpbUewI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6rSJmqBUJok/s72-c/alex+n+miles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626186955959478508.post-4657109810032990544</id><published>2009-06-06T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:00:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku suka musik</title><content type='html'>Well, since my blog title is acousticafiq, the scents of acoustic music should be there and thus, I present you The last shadow puppets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JKKUxmVzeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JKKUxmVzeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main riff: C Em DM A DM Em DM G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colder the night gets&lt;br /&gt;The further she strays&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't like it&lt;br /&gt;Being this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;To steer away&lt;br /&gt;From the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;But her heart had lead her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clings to his consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he lay&lt;br /&gt;Struggles to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;And during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's worried she's waiting in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;To drag him back to the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;His love had left hin there&lt;br /&gt;Where her voice still echoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM          G&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I met you darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM          G&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;As she turned into the night&lt;br /&gt;All he had was the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM           G&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I met you darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM           G&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I left you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Em DM A DM Em DM G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks they had trolled around&lt;br /&gt;Playing the fools&lt;br /&gt;They knew the time would come&lt;br /&gt;And time would be cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is cruel to everyone&lt;br /&gt;He is crying out from the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;He stranded himself there&lt;br /&gt;Where the voice still echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I met you darling&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;As she turned into the night&lt;br /&gt;All he had was the words&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I met you darling&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I left you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I met you darling&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've left you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why people love music?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the x-factor that the particular singer has? (cantik, sexy, hensem)&lt;br /&gt;Or just because the band/singer plays good music?&lt;br /&gt;Or because of the lyrics that brings back the memoirs of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u imagine life without music? Unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Later i'll explain all about the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626186955959478508-4657109810032990544?l=acousticafiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4657109810032990544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-suka-musik.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/4657109810032990544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/4657109810032990544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-suka-musik.html' title='aku suka musik'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626186955959478508.post-7900616008779552128</id><published>2009-06-06T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:59:57.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku masih kanak kanak</title><content type='html'>Manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Macam-macam jenis.&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang tinggi, cantik, vertically and horizontally challenged pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;Pendek kata, semua jenis lah. Straight,gay,lezzie,&lt;br /&gt;Tak muat blog kalau nak describe sorang sorang punya perwatakan, sorang sorang punya traits, characters and whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So harini just nak fokus kat satu jenis sahaja. Jenis itu adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"PUKUL DURU BARU TANYA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah jumpa orang macam ni tak? - aku pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah borak dgn orang macam ni tak? - aku pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway, perasaan gerun tu datang sebab mungkin die mafia sekitar lembah klang? Mungkin die terpengaruh tengok Godfather dan cerita2 gangster mcm tu? Ntah,die sorang yang tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang aku pelik, kenapa si bodoh tu tak reti nak bertanya dulu? kenapa si bodoh tu perlu pukul dulu, baru nak tanye? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin si bodoh tu takde otak? Mungkin si bodoh tu memang tolol dan EGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah 1 situasi.&lt;br /&gt;Si pukul dulu baru tanya lepak kat kedai mamak. Ada sorang budak skolah naik moto tak pakai helmet pun pergi kedai mamak beli teh ais bungkus. (si pukul pun naik moto tak pakai helmet jugak) Selesai je mamak bungkus the ais, budak skolah pergi naik moto dan stat moto die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moto tibe2 jalan sendiri bile ditekan starter nye.&lt;br /&gt;terkena dua orang pakcik yang tengah asyik berborak sambil hisap rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEDEGANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moto terkena meja dua orang pakcik. Habis jatuh semua air, roti canai dan rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pakcik yang lost ni tibe tibe dengan baik hati tolong budak skolah tu angkat balik moto die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa yang sama, si pukul dulu baru tanya yang duduk di meja sebelah langsung memberi 1 tendangan ke kepala budak skolah tu tanpa budak tu sedari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan selamba badak, lepas bagi 1 tendangan sulung ke kepala budak tu, die terus blah. Budak skolah yang tak tau ape ape sebab ape die ditendang terus terjelupuk kepeningan kena hentam kat kepala. Sakit dow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas terajang budak skolah tu baru si pukul baru tanya tu tanya, "Asal moto kau melabung?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BODOH. BODOH. TOLOL. STUPID. WANKER. BOLLOCK. ANJING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila di check balik kenapa moto tu boleh tibe2 jalan macam tu je, rupe rupenye gear tak berada pada paras neutral. Sangkut kat gear 1. (kalau start memang melambung dik oi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, contoh dah diberi. Cube pikir sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;aku bagi jawapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) pakcik tu tak patot lepak kat situ malam2&lt;br /&gt;b) budak skolah tu yang tak patot beli teh ais kat mamak&lt;br /&gt;c) si pukul dulu baru tanya tu patot diangkat sebagai hero sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawapan: si pukul dulu baru tanya patot disula sampai ke otak, lalu ditekan tekan skit otaknya mana tau ade terkena saraf otak yang boleh jadikan die &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;si TANYA DULU BARU PUKUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada semua si pukul dulu baru tanya, aku harap kau teruskan dengan perangai itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626186955959478508-7900616008779552128?l=acousticafiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7900616008779552128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-masih-kanak-kanak.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/7900616008779552128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626186955959478508/posts/default/7900616008779552128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acousticafiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-masih-kanak-kanak.html' title='aku masih kanak kanak'/><author><name>afiq jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916114124683259673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_xVaI89uYU/Siozx1esq7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCuTuClbPhY/S220/100_2697.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
