<?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-12371001</id><updated>2011-12-08T16:58:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Oz</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a story about the life of friends. K-Oz the name. Introducing Shaff - the ‘Big Bro’, Najwa Aiman - the "Small Bro", Najwa Aiman - the ‘Storyteller’, Pootz - the ‘Deep One’, Sam - the ‘Romeo’, Dubuk - the ‘Horny One’, G-string the ‘Pretty Mummy’, Syir - the ‘Dreamy Girl’, Emm – the “Funny Gal”, Linda - the "Diva", Munir - the "Bachelor" and Carebear - the "Bear". Together, we create chaos!!!! \(^o^)/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-6389508912189892648</id><published>2010-11-18T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:47:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living is When There's Always "Change"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/TOSqowU4YbI/AAAAAAAAKEk/iCGKq1vOaE8/s1600/MILS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/TOSqowU4YbI/AAAAAAAAKEk/iCGKq1vOaE8/s1600/MILS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends know that I like to change jobs and I confess that it is true. But when I joined Indah Water I was 37 years old. And now I am already 40, and I have actually more or less decided to settle down in this company. The working environment is pleasant so far and I have a clear career path for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when MILS called me for an interview few months back, I hesitated. Nevertheless, I have always advised those who asked not to disregard interviews. No harm in attending interviews, is there? In fact, I think it’s good. Nothing to lose, but probably some good things to gain. So I attended. It was informal. At Coffee Bean Subang Parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I was offered the job. I tried to decline but they somehow ‘checkmated’ me. I had no way to decline without leaving bad impression to them and I seriously didn’t want that! So I had to accept, hesitantly. In fact, I am still hesitant about accepting this offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/TOSrCCV8DbI/AAAAAAAAKEo/WKjVnIz7cHc/s1600/top-logonew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/TOSrCCV8DbI/AAAAAAAAKEo/WKjVnIz7cHc/s1600/top-logonew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But acceptance had been made and the contract of service was technically effected. So I will be leaving Indah Water soon. It was quite a shock to me when the Head of Human Resource in Indah Water actually told me that if I felt that I couldn’t take the daily commute (100 km return trip daily), then I should give her a call and she would take me back in! Didn’t expect that from an Iron Lady who was responsible&amp;nbsp;for drafting the policy that Indah Water would not re-employ ex-Indahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I appreciate the offer. But I would like to give this new career a shot. Living is when there are changes. So if I want to continue living, I should adapt to the changes. This is, indeed, a big change in anybody’s life, isn’t it? I might have to change my plan to settle down. But I have a target – I want to be in MISC Bhd. in 2 years time. I want to settle down in MISC Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me luck! Thanx!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-6389508912189892648?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6389508912189892648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=6389508912189892648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6389508912189892648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6389508912189892648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-is-when-theres-always-change.html' title='Living is When There&apos;s Always &quot;Change&quot;'/><author><name>Najwa Aiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137578442276534388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/SZmqFVkQj5I/AAAAAAAAFVk/fljXWcc5hNY/S220/aku~02dark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/TOSqowU4YbI/AAAAAAAAKEk/iCGKq1vOaE8/s72-c/MILS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-6664276233263468656</id><published>2010-01-09T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:13:28.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Got Hitched - Congratulations Moon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ5HWmusI/AAAAAAAABL8/xheyeqUicLE/s1600-h/DSCN2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463587091856066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ5HWmusI/AAAAAAAABL8/xheyeqUicLE/s320/DSCN2873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ49acGsI/AAAAAAAABL0/rdWEJp9bhMw/s1600-h/DSCN2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463584423582402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ49acGsI/AAAAAAAABL0/rdWEJp9bhMw/s320/DSCN2892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ4RhywbI/AAAAAAAABLs/XNltF7QYhB4/s1600-h/DSCN2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463572643266994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ4RhywbI/AAAAAAAABLs/XNltF7QYhB4/s320/DSCN2850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ37RjBPI/AAAAAAAABLk/IVhVlaDoRFo/s1600-h/DSCN2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463566669546738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ37RjBPI/AAAAAAAABLk/IVhVlaDoRFo/s320/DSCN2828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ3cnTJvI/AAAAAAAABLc/X3QAJdyoiZg/s1600-h/DSCN2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463558439282418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ3cnTJvI/AAAAAAAABLc/X3QAJdyoiZg/s320/DSCN2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They solemnised their marriage a few days ago in Klang, Selangor (Bride's home) and had their first grand reception in KL. A second one a few hours ago at Crowne Plaza Hotel, where we had our "first" reunion way back in December 2005, after so many left the company, the birthplace of K-Oz. Only this time it was at 30th floor penthouse with the open air area for the cocktail pre-dinner reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS MOON ( &amp;amp; Bride, Meen)! WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!! We hope to organise a small reception for K-Oz friends to be introduced to Meen, some times soon, after you are done with ur third reception in KB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-6664276233263468656?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6664276233263468656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=6664276233263468656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6664276233263468656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6664276233263468656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2010/01/nother-one-got-hitched-congratulations.html' title='Another One Got Hitched - Congratulations Moon!!'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/S0eQ5HWmusI/AAAAAAAABL8/xheyeqUicLE/s72-c/DSCN2873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-7887833428012460503</id><published>2009-09-08T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:36:50.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar @ Satay Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYljxdrYSI/AAAAAAAABEM/2CTELlxakmI/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028101444100386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYljxdrYSI/AAAAAAAABEM/2CTELlxakmI/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYljcLT93I/AAAAAAAABEE/XxUWZ5rKF40/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028095729923954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYljcLT93I/AAAAAAAABEE/XxUWZ5rKF40/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYli9VYg7I/AAAAAAAABD8/YX4m2vUk1fo/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028087450665906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYli9VYg7I/AAAAAAAABD8/YX4m2vUk1fo/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlifDc7kI/AAAAAAAABD0/I9FVb-055Hg/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028079322394178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlifDc7kI/AAAAAAAABD0/I9FVb-055Hg/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlhkfER7I/AAAAAAAABDs/RASjYBdj2Uw/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028063600527282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlhkfER7I/AAAAAAAABDs/RASjYBdj2Uw/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlCCmTEoI/AAAAAAAABDk/MVRaF10bPNU/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379027521928106626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlCCmTEoI/AAAAAAAABDk/MVRaF10bPNU/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlB8KkI8I/AAAAAAAABDc/yqFep-aVB6Q/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379027520201171906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlB8KkI8I/AAAAAAAABDc/yqFep-aVB6Q/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlBExb-tI/AAAAAAAABDU/fBIYBC8wRD4/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379027505331829458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlBExb-tI/AAAAAAAABDU/fBIYBC8wRD4/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlAutoRDI/AAAAAAAABDM/RKnf1ECOviU/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379027499410277426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlAutoRDI/AAAAAAAABDM/RKnf1ECOviU/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlAA7LfJI/AAAAAAAABDE/NyHm-WBFl88/s1600-h/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379027487119080594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYlAA7LfJI/AAAAAAAABDE/NyHm-WBFl88/s320/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us finally made it to the reunion. Sam (thank you for travelling so far to meet us and Ajim was a darling good boy!!) and KN (thank you for convincing your hubby to join us!!). Moon, Syir, G, Naj, kelar couldn't make it this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU!! AND I'M UPDATING THIS BLOG AFTER SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-7887833428012460503?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7887833428012460503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=7887833428012460503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/7887833428012460503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/7887833428012460503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2009/09/iftar-satay-station.html' title='Iftar @ Satay Station'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SqYljxdrYSI/AAAAAAAABEM/2CTELlxakmI/s72-c/Iftar+Satay+Station+050909+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-8357679116320773486</id><published>2008-07-23T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:42:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion.... continued..... more pix....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuulaCDVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/woOBt-h9GcU/s1600-h/P1080201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226126901692730706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuulaCDVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/woOBt-h9GcU/s200/P1080201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuukcii0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B_m1c1IkCwM/s1600-h/P1080215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226126901434813250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuukcii0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B_m1c1IkCwM/s200/P1080215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuu4okhgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/grk2Ybdc6IU/s1600-h/P1080220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226126906853983746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuu4okhgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/grk2Ybdc6IU/s200/P1080220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuvLgI3xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lCGaR5hCNfw/s1600-h/P1080203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226126911918890770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuvLgI3xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lCGaR5hCNfw/s200/P1080203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuvPdb4cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lEeuMzkY2qY/s1600-h/P1080200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226126912981295554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuvPdb4cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lEeuMzkY2qY/s200/P1080200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-8357679116320773486?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8357679116320773486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=8357679116320773486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8357679116320773486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8357679116320773486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/reunion-continued-more-pix.html' title='Reunion.... continued..... more pix....'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbuulaCDVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/woOBt-h9GcU/s72-c/P1080201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-2786682314280892325</id><published>2008-07-23T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:36:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNION @ CHICKEN HARTZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbteYCcX2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/BFpt5ZdnI-E/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125523714596706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbteYCcX2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/BFpt5ZdnI-E/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbteoBK_AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tR8x3nZbPRY/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125528004230146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbteoBK_AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tR8x3nZbPRY/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbtel17eRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6FPEnADUq80/s1600-h/P1080187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125527420205330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbtel17eRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6FPEnADUq80/s200/P1080187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbte_sXq2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/e8qXj_rZytk/s1600-h/P1080191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125534359432034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbte_sXq2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/e8qXj_rZytk/s200/P1080191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbtezsRNII/AAAAAAAAAVg/V4NKcQRqToI/s1600-h/P1080201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125531137782914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbtezsRNII/AAAAAAAAAVg/V4NKcQRqToI/s200/P1080201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures....... on 19th July 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-2786682314280892325?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/SIbteYCcX2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/BFpt5ZdnI-E/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-6071631921581920209</id><published>2008-05-15T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:16:05.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG FOR WHOEVER - Beautiful South - Fav From 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; love you from the bottom, of my pencil case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you in the songs, I write and sing&lt;br /&gt;Love you because, you put me in my rightful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheap, never cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ill sing you songs till youre asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When youve gone upstairs Ill creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And write it all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shirley, oh deborah, oh julie, oh jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote so many songs about youI forget your name (I forget your name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jennifer, alison, phillipa, sue, deborah, annabel, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jennifer, alison, phillipa, sue, deborah, annabel, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forget your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love your from the bottom of my pencil case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the way you never ask me whyI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love to write about each wrinkle on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh cathy, oh alison, oh phillipa, oh sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jennifer, alison, phillipa, sue, deborah, annabel, tooI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wrote this song for you&lt;br /&gt;So let me talk about mary, a sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turned her grief into glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Late at night, by the typewriter light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She ripped his ribbon to shreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-6071631921581920209?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6071631921581920209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=6071631921581920209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6071631921581920209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/6071631921581920209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-for-whoever-beautiful-south-fav.html' title='SONG FOR WHOEVER - Beautiful South - Fav From 1989'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-5022384518366086379</id><published>2008-01-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:51:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 11, But It Was a Happy Crowd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4Dq21EXEZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R6rB6foWNJo/s1600-h/AD018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152376201391051154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4Dq21EXEZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R6rB6foWNJo/s320/AD018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqwlEXEYI/AAAAAAAAADw/AVeh7E1UPJI/s1600-h/AD016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152376094016868738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqwlEXEYI/AAAAAAAAADw/AVeh7E1UPJI/s320/AD016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqqlEXEXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yt8j__hKzNY/s1600-h/AD015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152375990937653618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqqlEXEXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yt8j__hKzNY/s320/AD015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqllEXEWI/AAAAAAAAADg/iBi9hRIeCs4/s1600-h/AD014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152375905038307682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4DqOVEXETI/AAAAAAAAADI/TDgpjv_dPY8/s320/AD009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-5022384518366086379?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5022384518366086379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=5022384518366086379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5022384518366086379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5022384518366086379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-11-but-it-was-happy-crowd.html' title='Not 11, But It Was a Happy Crowd!'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/R4Dq21EXEZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R6rB6foWNJo/s72-c/AD018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-5177469357468551464</id><published>2008-01-04T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:54:08.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk Makluman Kengka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFvtBCV-9E/R33l0gPZxyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m2V24DMUs2c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526238952212258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFvtBCV-9E/R33l0gPZxyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m2V24DMUs2c/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, kawan dan adinda kawan, era, telah selamat dinikahkan pada hari sabtu 2hb Jun 2007, jam 9.30 malam di rumah orang tua kawan di taman uda, johor bahru. Kami cuma adakan majlis yang ringkas sahaja, iaitu hanya upacara akad nikah dan jamuan makan. Para jemputan cuma saudara mara yang rapat, jiran2 dan kawan2 yang terdekat. Kad jemputan tak buat, cuma jemput mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam yang menikahkan kami ialah Imam Mahad (Datuk), imam besar Masjid Sultan Abu Bakar. Kebetulan dia ni saudara mak kawan, maka mak kawan memang request dia untuk nikahkan kami. Seperti yang janjikan, imam mahad tiba di rumah kawan selepas waktu Isyak, iaitu kira-kira pukul 9.30 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala persiapan untuk majlis malam tu kawan buat secara ala kadar sahaja. Hidangan yang kami sediakan pada malam tu ialah nasi beriani lauk daging masak beriani, ayam masak merah, laksa johor dan rojak petis. Semuanya dimasak sendiri oleh keluarga kawan dan dibantu jiran2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rombongan adinda kawan dari seberang tiba lebih kurang pukul 9mlm. Sedara mara adinda kawan yang datang lebih kurang 20 org. Member2 sepejabat adinda kawan dari seberang yang datang lebih kurang 20 org. Member2 dia semua excited sebab mereka tu semua bukan melayu (e.g. Chinese, Japanese, Greek, American dan Indian) so mereka rasa macam best sangat dapat pergi majlis kami, majlis orang melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan memang tak hebahkan sangat dengan member2 berita tentang kawan akan bernikah. Kawan cuma beritahu dan jemput member2 pejabat kawan di JB je. Member2 kat KL, kawan cuma beritahu dan jemput zahrin dan yasmin je (member baik kawan masa di ITM dulu). Member2 yang lain2 kawan tak beritahu lebih-lebih lagi pada member2 yang kenal dengan bekas isteri kawan dan tak tahu yang kawan dah bercerai. Bukannya kawan nak berahsia sangat tentang pernikahan kawan kali yang ke-dua ni cuma kawan belum bersedia untuk bercakap pasal perceraian kawan dengan bekas isteri kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari sabtu 29 Dis 2007 yang lepas kawan rasa sudah tibalah masanya untuk kawan beritahu dan kenalkan adinda kawan pada member2 k-oz. Kepada member2 k-oz yang berkesempatan berjumpa denga&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFvtBCV-9E/R33l9APZxzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LUQDRafdvn8/s1600-h/WeddingMerah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151526384981100338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFvtBCV-9E/R33l9APZxzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LUQDRafdvn8/s200/WeddingMerah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n adinda kawan di izzi hari tu, kawan ucapkan terima kasih kerana sambutan baik yang telah diberikan. Mohon doa restu dari kawan2 agar rumahtangga kami kekal dan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, adinda kawan juga senang dengan ahli2 k-oz yang ada di izzi pada hari tu. The food was good, restoran tu best dan the reunion was great. We are also looking forward for the next reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Gambar yang boleh kawan posting kan ni adalah gambar yang ada dalam pc kawan ni. Gambar yg lain ada dalam album (tak de softcopy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-5177469357468551464?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5177469357468551464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=5177469357468551464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5177469357468551464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5177469357468551464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/untuk-makluman-kengka.html' title='Untuk Makluman Kengka'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFvtBCV-9E/R33l0gPZxyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m2V24DMUs2c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-5942076075607434038</id><published>2007-12-31T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:53:56.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Reunion... Almost!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-EpLg2JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZZkXPyg53WY/s1600-h/P1040471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150778848322836626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-EpLg2JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZZkXPyg53WY/s200/P1040471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-FJLg2KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/am0cEeHH1Bg/s1600-h/P1040491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150778856912771234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-FJLg2KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/am0cEeHH1Bg/s200/P1040491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-FZLg2LI/AAAAAAAAASE/1z5JO7ijnDk/s1600-h/P1040488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150778861207738546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-FZLg2LI/AAAAAAAAASE/1z5JO7ijnDk/s200/P1040488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pix: K-Oz (plus Zara &amp;amp; Era); B'day Boys &amp;amp; Girls; Kak Emm &amp;amp; Zara who painstakingly sponsored and carried the B'day Cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;2007 have been filled with ups and downs for K-Oz members. And finally on 29th December 2007 half of the gang met up at IZZI for lunch and laughters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hope to meet more often in 2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE TO BITS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-5942076075607434038?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5942076075607434038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=5942076075607434038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5942076075607434038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/5942076075607434038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-reunion-almost.html' title='It&apos;s A Reunion... Almost!!!'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/R3s-EpLg2JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZZkXPyg53WY/s72-c/P1040471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-4221584286554575192</id><published>2007-10-11T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:31:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assalammualaikum kawan2 seporumku sekalian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nk gak ucapkan &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri dan Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kepada semua kawan2 porumku tidak kira di mana jua anda berada.  Walaupon kita tidak lgi sebangunan dan sebumbung, namun hatiku masey lagi terasa-rasa berada dekaaat je ngan U olls.  Tima kasey kerana mengambil kak Emm sebagai rakan angkat geng2 porum walaupon kak Emm bukan sedepartment ngan rakan2 porum yg lain (tersosat lak sorang seksiteri di dlm ini gambar).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sesenang tuh dtg lar bertandang ke rumahku yg tidak jauh itu. Semoga perjalanan anda selamat pergi dan pulang. Sekian, terima kasih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daripada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Kak Emm sefamily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&amp;amp; Zairi, Ziyad &amp;amp; Zahraa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-4221584286554575192?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4221584286554575192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=4221584286554575192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/4221584286554575192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/4221584286554575192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitry.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRY'/><author><name>Kelar the chubbies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927798039452929891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-3712097445424969780</id><published>2007-10-11T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:33:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SALAM AIDIL FITRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Rw19Cw9oMqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XSoBoBjiWME/s1600-h/Mosque+Cartoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119885837846721186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Rw19Cw9oMqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XSoBoBjiWME/s200/Mosque+Cartoon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buat sahabat-sahabat, ingin saya mengambil kesempatan ini untuk memohon maaf sekiranya terkasar bahasa, tersinggung rasa atau termengata atau tersalah raba atau termengada sepanjang pergaulan kita samada di alam nyata atau di alam cyber.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I am not the best of friend, selalu kutuk orang, kacau orang, ngata orang....... malunyer!!!!! But I love you people regardless...... honest!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maaf zahir dan batin, semoga ikatan persahabatan dan persaudaraan kekal abadi....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will be back at my place insya Allah from the second Raya, jemputlah datang ke rumah kalau sudi.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT AIDIL FITRI.... BERHATI-HATI DI JALAN RAYA ..... JIMAT-JIMAT BERBELANJA......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-3712097445424969780?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3712097445424969780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=3712097445424969780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/3712097445424969780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/3712097445424969780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/salam-aidil-fitri.html' title='SALAM AIDIL FITRI'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Rw19Cw9oMqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XSoBoBjiWME/s72-c/Mosque+Cartoon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-2624264955590661635</id><published>2007-10-11T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:34:01.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum kawan-kawan ku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lusa hari raya, lusa hari raya.. hhihihihii. Jan nak ambil kesempatan ini untuk mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri pada semua. Jan juga ingin memohon maaf jika selama kita berkawan ni Jan ada tersalah cakap ke, termengumpat ke, terkecik hati ke, tersalah faham ke, tertaksensitif ke, termerepek ke, ter apa-apa la. Halalkan makan dan minum ye yang selalu2 belanja tu. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga you all semua berbahagia bersama keluarga tercinta di bulan yang mulia ini. Mari ler datang ke rumah. Tak sure akan buat open house macam tiap-tiap tahun, but if tak buat pun, you all datang, Jan masak le apa yang patut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy holiday dan berhati-hati di jalan raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-2624264955590661635?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2624264955590661635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=2624264955590661635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/2624264955590661635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/2624264955590661635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/salam-aidilfitri.html' title='Salam Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-619157501589597504</id><published>2007-10-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:05:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Ok, let me tell you something. I used to hate this song. I know it is a HUGE song and everybody seems like so into it. For me, it's soo annoying. Everytime I hear the song on the radio, I get irritated. Well, Rihanna's version I mean. Although I think the remix version with Chris Brown is kinda cute (&lt;em&gt;I am looking the one with the glass slipper, you can be my cinderella, ella ella eh eh&lt;/em&gt;). hahaah. However, one thing that I like about the song is the sweet lyrics. If you listen carefully, the lyrics basically about being your loved ones's shelter or something like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day i heard on radio this lovely acoustic version of the song and i instantly fell in love with it. It was by this one girl named Marie Digby, she did this cover version on youtube and BAM! now it's like a phenomenon. She even appeared on tv, on the Carson Daly show. You can search youtube for marie digby and she has her page there. Very cute (I am sure Lampin would love this haha) and has this raw, lovely voice. She did a lot of cover versions. Check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the song, Mandy Moore also sang an acoustic version during her Yahoo Live performance too. Me likey!! Mandy's version is more mellow and soft and sweet. I put both videos here, so check them out if you guys have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dedicate this song to all of you, you can stand under my umbrella.. ella ella ella eh eh eh ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMB6YOWzQMY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMB6YOWzQMY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had my heart, and we'll never be a world apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines but you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;But baby 'cause in the dark you will see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'm gonna stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fancy things they're never coming in between&lt;br /&gt;You're apart of my entity&lt;br /&gt;Here for infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took its part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll mend your heart because&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'm gonna stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;So gonna let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more because&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'm gonna stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me(ella ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-619157501589597504?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/619157501589597504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=619157501589597504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/619157501589597504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/619157501589597504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-8575574723344585322</id><published>2007-08-12T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:57:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night with Samsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/Rr6Nwc0Pc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/wUI_CAw5Gj0/s1600-h/IMG_9582.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097667691738526578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/Rr6Nwc0Pc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/wUI_CAw5Gj0/s200/IMG_9582.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss this blog. It has been quiet for awhile. Hey korang, why nobody update anything? We can use this as a way for us to well tell each other whats happening in our live. Jomla... Anyway, biar jan la bercerita hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night jan pergi concert samsons. Free concert of some sort. Digi sponsored. Jan pun tak tau, my friend yg arrange for the tickets. It was at Dewan Wawasan, Menara PGRM. First time la jan pergi free concert and have to stand in the crowd. Samsons was great, but the crowd is not really my thing. At times, Jan takut jugak. I mean, Jan tak pernah kot gi concert without a male member of my family or friends. Last night was just me and my friend Ain. I thought it was a seated concert, since cam well dewan tu kecikkan. Tapi kitaorg cam shocked skit la cam dua2 pun cam nervous la.. alamak.. kena diri camni ke. Dah la nak start lambat, so lama la ngan org2 pushing and sticky yucks.. about 930 baru start. Samsons performance was great, vocal best giler. and he is so cute!! hahaha.. but i dont know most of the songs, I only know 3 songs from the band - Kenangan Terindah, Bukan Diriku and Naluri Lelaki. Kenangan Terindah was awesome, best sgt!!! Tapi i wass sooo disappointed sebab dorang tak nyanyi bukan diriku. I was looking forward to it so much! I was nervous when some guys nearby sort of like acting wild, mcm duduk atas bahu and tak pakai baju, bwk banner something relating to the band's country of origin. But we were near in front, depan ada polis and some security people so cam ok la kan. The concert ended around 1030la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, Jan cam starting to like the band la, I really like the new song, Kisah Tak Sempurna, pretty heartbreaking, eventho cam tak paham sgt lyrics nyer hahah. My friend tu minat giler ngan dorang ni so it sort of rubbed on to me too. But from this experience, rasa cam tak nak dah la gi free concert. Hahahha i rather pay and rasa more safe and comfortable. I've been to quite a number of concerts and this was the only one yang made me kinda nervous. hahah takpela..experience kan? Bila lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-8575574723344585322?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8575574723344585322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8575574723344585322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-with-samsons.html' title='Night with Samsons'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/Rr6Nwc0Pc3I/AAAAAAAAABo/wUI_CAw5Gj0/s72-c/IMG_9582.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-8114589164858212895</id><published>2007-06-20T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:08:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit That We Don't Fathom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words, but it cannot still explains an emotion. These pictures tell us a story of Palestinians youngsters. While our future generations skip schools to join the stunt world of Motor Rempit, the Palestinian children are risking their lives to go to school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774230282841474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfgwl2kLYI/AAAAAAAAABE/wrGXsks9HVc/s200/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfg812kLZI/AAAAAAAAABM/SOp_8WLgjrc/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774440736238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfg812kLZI/AAAAAAAAABM/SOp_8WLgjrc/s200/image0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhD12kLaI/AAAAAAAAABU/7ZQzRe6qDyk/s1600-h/image0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774560995323298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhD12kLaI/AAAAAAAAABU/7ZQzRe6qDyk/s200/image0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhJF2kLbI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZzXtpTJHBkU/s1600-h/image0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774651189636530" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhbF2kLeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0UTOlGmZgSk/s200/image0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhhF2kLfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yAwO4QyB_uI/s1600-h/image0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077775063506497010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhhF2kLfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yAwO4QyB_uI/s200/image0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfhol2kLgI/AAAAAAAAACE/1UGntCba1Ok/s1600-h/image0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077775192355515906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfhol2kLgI/AAAAAAAAACE/1UGntCba1Ok/s200/image0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhzV2kLhI/AAAAAAAAACM/hpiH8xcADGA/s1600-h/image01010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077775377039109650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/RnfhzV2kLhI/AAAAAAAAACM/hpiH8xcADGA/s200/image01010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-8114589164858212895?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8114589164858212895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/8114589164858212895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/06/spirit-that-we-dont-fathom.html' title='The Spirit That We Don&apos;t Fathom'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/Rnfgwl2kLYI/AAAAAAAAABE/wrGXsks9HVc/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-452367390111442267</id><published>2007-05-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:33:39.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Me, Please</title><content type='html'>I dropped a few tears in the car on the way to work this morning. I am so tired. I don't really want to be here right now. I am tired of trying to be optimistic about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother just awhile ago that I can't do this anymore. I feel like i have to drag myself to work everyday. Everytime I think about going to the office, I felt like throwing up. Those are not good signs, right? It's not the workload. It's not the people (i've made some good friends here). I am not really sure why. I guess the feeling of insecurity and the future of my career. I don't see myself progressing here. I am worried that my value will go down, if I stay here too long. I feel like I am stuck here. I am worried about so many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me to hold on. He told me to keep trying. He told me that maybe this is my downcycle but it's during this time that it makes me stronger. He said that later, when I am on the upcycle, I'll be able to relate to this experience. I told him I am tired trying to be strong and keep my head high. He told me that, I went this far already and it's not worth quitting right now after all my sufferings. He told me to do enough to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that I am not happy about my life right now is my work lah! I am not even worried about being single and not married at this point of time (eventhough there are people who worries for me). Without work, how would I survive in this world? Maybe this is not the job for me. Who knows maybe I am destined to be something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do without my brother, family and close friends. I feel like putting everything aside and just go. But a grasp of reality makes me tell myself.. please, keep holding on. Just step out of the office, I become a different person entirely. It is bad that when it is the beginning of a fresh day, a brand new week, but I am already wishing for the weekend. I wish you guys will never have to feel like what I am feeling right now. It is not good. I don't want my friends to have to go through this experience. It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to keep my head up. But today, i just feel weak. I just want everything to be happier, with rainbows and sunshine. I know that there are other people who suffer things worst than me. It's not that I am not grateful with what I have, but I feel there is so much more to this and it really frustrating for me, cuz it's not happening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if this post sounded emotional or "disturbing". And don't worry, I am still sane, I am ok. I am still doing what I am doing right now. I just need a place to say things out, ya know. I felt better now. Anyway, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in reverse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste could it be worse? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High up above or down below when you're too in love to let it go but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears streaming down your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears streaming down your face and I&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down your face and I&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Fix You, Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-452367390111442267?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/452367390111442267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=452367390111442267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/452367390111442267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/452367390111442267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dropped-few-tears-in-car-on-way-to.html' title='Fix Me, Please'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-3347250176286812093</id><published>2007-04-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:02:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY K-OZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80n5fgvaI/AAAAAAAAACY/eaY2AASWpLI/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057318766612888994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80n5fgvaI/AAAAAAAAACY/eaY2AASWpLI/s200/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80LJfgvYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vvl1cT1D-OU/s1600-h/group2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057318272691649922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80LJfgvYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vvl1cT1D-OU/s200/group2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80LZfgvZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/T29Cz0MkX2A/s1600-h/P3090283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057318276986617234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80LZfgvZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/T29Cz0MkX2A/s200/P3090283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It has been two years since this blog was set up for this group of friends.... a lot had happened and somehow although things seem to fall apart, I know the spirit is there.... especially today when we had lunch with Sam.... missed u a lot la Sam even though we chat in cyberworld almost every day ..... it has been 4 months since we last met Sam..... and last week I had lunch with all the girls except Akla..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When is the next reunion boys and girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-3347250176286812093?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3347250176286812093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=3347250176286812093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/3347250176286812093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/3347250176286812093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-second-anniversary-k-oz.html' title='HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY K-OZ'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri80n5fgvaI/AAAAAAAAACY/eaY2AASWpLI/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-1631511592359172523</id><published>2007-04-24T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:00:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri2n7hnZW2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_12U-ZMx22E/s1600-h/040906.+Day+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056882597684665186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri2n7hnZW2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_12U-ZMx22E/s320/040906.+Day+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri2n7hnZW3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nw3EagpBRrE/s1600-h/IMAG0455.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056882597684665202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri2n7hnZW3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nw3EagpBRrE/s320/IMAG0455.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can't even remember when was the last time I post anything in here. But I do catch up on Khayal's posts and I know Carebear update this blog sometimes... it could be that we have lost the K-Oz spirit altogether.... what a loss..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I am glad we still keep the communication chanel opened and we still arrange meetings and get-togethers every now and then.... I have not seen Dubuk and Lampin for a while now... had lunch with the girls last Friday and I was so happy. Everybody looked happy. I didn't realised how much I have missed Syir, who look really Grreat!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A lot has changed since K-Oz started this blog some 2 years ago. I am with 2 kids now. My little Millie is almost 8 months old. Shaf has also added on to the "insurance policy to get" list (heheheh, Shaf dah buat ker belum?) less than a month earlier than I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Millie is my angel. Godsent during times of trouble. Really!! It was an easy pregnancy and and easy labour, especially considering that I had my first baby almost 7 years before. And now, she is an easy baby to look after. She sleeps through the night with once or twice night feed. She rarely shows tantrum. She is playful and cheeky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All the girls except Akla has met my little angel but she is much bigger now... Her photo at one day old and another one at 7 month old are pasted here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-1631511592359172523?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1631511592359172523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=1631511592359172523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/1631511592359172523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/1631511592359172523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17T-St4hKDw/Ri2n7hnZW2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_12U-ZMx22E/s72-c/040906.+Day+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-117255944662664235</id><published>2007-02-27T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:57:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of 2 Guys and A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5060/1045/1600/438101/wentdomjan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5060/1045/400/551574/wentdomjan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekekekek cute tak? My friend from Finland made this for me cuz of my obsession with prison break and of course, went! LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-117255944662664235?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/117255944662664235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=117255944662664235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/117255944662664235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/117255944662664235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-of-2-guys-and-girl.html' title='Story of 2 Guys and A Girl'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-116636949622064465</id><published>2006-12-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:34:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Tea At Taman Sari Brasserie, Istana Hotel 16th December 2006</title><content type='html'>For those who were absent, WE MISS YOU!!! Here are shoutouts for you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap2 next time, quorum cukup.... please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHsyl6ws_Bs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHsyl6ws_Bs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sk1DimgWNok"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sk1DimgWNok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-116636949622064465?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116636949622064465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=116636949622064465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116636949622064465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116636949622064465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-tea-at-taman-sari-brasserie-istana.html' title='Hi-Tea At Taman Sari Brasserie, Istana Hotel 16th December 2006'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-116234307228165228</id><published>2006-11-01T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:04:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Diva</title><content type='html'>Hope you like it Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_wV72Q7UOX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_wV72Q7UOX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-116234307228165228?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116234307228165228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=116234307228165228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116234307228165228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116234307228165228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-diva.html' title='Happy Birthday Diva'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-116079960204193910</id><published>2006-10-14T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:21:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Death - Extract from Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Another interesting email again. Received today. I wish I knew who the original author of this was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*IN THE NAME OF ALLAH MOST GRACIOUS MOST MERCIFUL*&lt;br /&gt;*OPERATION DEATH*&lt;br /&gt;* *&lt;br /&gt;*This is the tale of an average man who acts contrary to Allahs plan, if you&lt;br /&gt;are reflected herein then repent and commit no sin.*&lt;br /&gt;* *&lt;br /&gt;Twas early in the morning at four, when death knocked upon a bedroom door,'&lt;br /&gt;who is there?' the sleeping one cried,"I'm Izrael, let me inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once the man began to shiver,as one sweating in deadly fever,he shouted&lt;br /&gt;to his sleeping wife, "don't let him take away my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please go away o angel of death", leave me alone, im not ready yet, my&lt;br /&gt;family on me depend; give me a chance o please perpend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel knocked again and again, "friend ill take your life without a&lt;br /&gt;pain, tis your soul that Allah requires, I come not on my own desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered the man began o cry, "o angel im so afraid to die", ill give you&lt;br /&gt;gold and be your slave, don't send me to the unit grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in o friend the angel said, open the door get up from your bed, if&lt;br /&gt;you do not allow me in, I will walk through it like a jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man held a gun in his right hand, ready to defy the angels stand, ill&lt;br /&gt;point my gun towards your head; you dare come in ill shoot you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the angel was in the room, saying o friend prepare for the doom,&lt;br /&gt;foolish man angels never die, put down your gun and do not sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you afraid tell me o man, to die according to Allah's plan?,come&lt;br /&gt;smile at me do not be grim,be happy to return to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O angel I bow my head in shame, I had no time to take Allah's name,from morn&lt;br /&gt;till dusk I made my wealth, not even caring about my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah's commands I never obeyed, nor five times a day I ever prayed, a&lt;br /&gt;fasting came a fasting went, but no time had I to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilgrimage was already incumbent on me, but I would not part with my&lt;br /&gt;money, all charities I did ignore, taking usury more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sipped my favourite wine, with flirting women I sat to dine,o&lt;br /&gt;angel I appeal to you, spare my life for a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laws of holy books I will obey ill begin prayers this very day, my fast&lt;br /&gt;and pilgrimage I will complete, and keep away from self conceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will refrain from usury, and give all my wealth to charity, wine and&lt;br /&gt;wenches I will detest, Allah's oneness I will attest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We angels do what allah demands, we cannot go against his commands, death is&lt;br /&gt;ordained for everyone, father, mother, daughter or son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid this moment is your last, now be reminded more of your past, I do&lt;br /&gt;understand your fears, but it is now too late for tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived in this world, two score or more, never did you your people adore,&lt;br /&gt;your parents you did not obey, hungry beggars you turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yout two ill begotten female offspring, in nightclubs for a livelihood they&lt;br /&gt;sing, instead of making more faithfuls, you made your children ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the calls of prayer, nor did you read the holy book, breaking&lt;br /&gt;promises all your life, backbiting friends and causing strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From hoarded goods, great profits you made, and your poor workers, you&lt;br /&gt;underpaid, horses and cards were your leisure, money-making was your&lt;br /&gt;pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O human you have done enough wrong, you bought good properties for a song,&lt;br /&gt;when the farmers appealed to you, you did not have mercy, tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise for you, I cannot tell, undoubtedly, you will dwell in hell,&lt;br /&gt;there's no time for you to repent, ill take your soul for which im sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending however is very sad, eventually the man became mad, with a cry he&lt;br /&gt;jumped out of bed and suddenly he fell down dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O reader take a moral from here, never know your end may be near, change&lt;br /&gt;your living and make amends, for heaven on your deeds depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-116079960204193910?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116079960204193910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=116079960204193910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116079960204193910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/116079960204193910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/operation-death-extract-from-email.html' title='Operation Death - Extract from Email'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115816299146575365</id><published>2006-09-13T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:54:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Duet EVER!</title><content type='html'>Check this out!! So cute!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adn_oZ6lgZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adn_oZ6lgZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115816299146575365?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115816299146575365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115816299146575365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115816299146575365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115816299146575365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/09/cutest-duet-ever_13.html' title='The Cutest Duet EVER!'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115642391458220588</id><published>2006-08-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:51:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Out?</title><content type='html'>Just thought of sharing and sakitkan hati.. HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_N9wZ0n8XZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_N9wZ0n8XZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115642391458220588?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115642391458220588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115642391458220588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115642391458220588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115642391458220588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-out.html' title='Break Out?'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115642359485766834</id><published>2006-08-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:46:34.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Oz</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to put this vid here!!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIUJYDpwOQE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIUJYDpwOQE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115642359485766834?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115642359485766834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115642359485766834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115642359485766834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115642359485766834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/08/k-oz.html' title='K-Oz'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115364587653896117</id><published>2006-07-23T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:11:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Everybody Knows Your Name</title><content type='html'>Making your way in the world today&lt;br /&gt;Takes everything you've got&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from all your worries&lt;br /&gt;Sure would help a lot&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to get away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those night when you've got no lights&lt;br /&gt;The check is in the mail&lt;br /&gt;And your little angel hung the cat up by it's tail&lt;br /&gt;And your third fiance didn't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;And they're always glad you came&lt;br /&gt;You want to be where you can see&lt;br /&gt;Our troubles are all the same&lt;br /&gt;You want to be where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out of bed Mr. Coffee's dead&lt;br /&gt;The morning's looking bright&lt;br /&gt;And your shrink ran off to Europe&lt;br /&gt;And didn't even write&lt;br /&gt;And your husband wants to be a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad there's one place in the world&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;And they're always glad you came&lt;br /&gt;You want to go where people know&lt;br /&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;You want to go where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;And they're always glad you came&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody knows your name&lt;br /&gt;And they're always glad you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Where Everybody Knows Your Name by Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo (Theme song from "Cheers")~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIUJYDpwOQE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIUJYDpwOQE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115364587653896117?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115364587653896117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115364587653896117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115364587653896117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115364587653896117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-everybody-knows-your-name.html' title='Where Everybody Knows Your Name'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115120683119262481</id><published>2006-06-25T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:40:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choc Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/chocquote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/chocquote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this while I was looking for some images. Cute, especially for those chocolate lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115120683119262481?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115120683119262481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115120683119262481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115120683119262481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115120683119262481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/choc-cute.html' title='Choc Cute'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115112363319214502</id><published>2006-06-24T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:49:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal's Lexi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey guys! Remember this email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sebenarnya, antara lelaki dan perempuan terdapat perbezaan dari segi pemahaman komunikasi. Ramai yang kurang menyedari hal ini terutamanya kaum lelaki.Lelaki perlulah memahami dan menyelami apakah maksud di sebalik kata-kata seorang perempuan. Sebagai contohnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kalau perempuan tanya: Lawa ke budak pompuan tu?&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Siapa yang paling lawa? I ke, budak pompuan tu?&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalau perempuan tanya: You dah makan ke belum?&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Jom pi makan. Lapar ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalau perempuan kata: Lawa-lawa la baju kat sini, yek.&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Belikanlah untuk I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalau perempuan kata: Rasa macam nak pening la.&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Tolong picit kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kalau perempuan kata: Letihnya hari ni. Mana nak masak, basuh kain-baju lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Kita makan kat luar jelah. Lepas tu, tolong basuh kain-baju sekali, yek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kalau perempuan kata: Kita lebih sesuai berkawan saja.&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: I tak nak kat you. Tak paham-paham ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kalau perempuan kata: I suka berkawan dengan you. You baik, memahami bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Hish... I rasa macam minat sesangat kat you la. Rasa macam nak jadi awek you je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kalau perempuan tanya: You pernah tak teringatkan awek you yang dulu?&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Kalau nak gaduh, kalau berani sangat, sebut la nama dia depan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kalau perempuan kata: I sanggup berkorban demi kebahagiaan you.&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Amboi! Aku kena berkorban. Habih, hangpa dua ekoq gak yang seronok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Kalau perempuan kata: I tak kisah kalau memang betul you nak kahwin lagi satu. Asalkan you berterus-terang dengan I, bersikap jujur dan berlaku adil.&lt;br /&gt;Makna tersembunyi: Sapa kata aku tak kisah? Adil ke tak adil, aku tak kira! Langkah mayat aku dulu sebelum nak menikah lagi satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini cuma contoh saja. Tapi, memang ia selalu berlaku. Kalau tak percaya, cuba tanya isteri atau awek masing-masing, betul tak cakap di mulut tak sama dengan niat di hati. Bukannya kaum perempuan ni tak jujur dalam meluahkan isi hati mereka tapi. Wanita ni bukankah pemalu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115112363319214502?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115112363319214502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115112363319214502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115112363319214502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115112363319214502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/gals-lexi.html' title='Gal&apos;s Lexi'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-115052102895521974</id><published>2006-06-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:10:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-ab.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-ab.slide.com.com&amp;channel=5677227&amp;cy=bl" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-115052102895521974?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/115052102895521974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=115052102895521974&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115052102895521974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/115052102895521974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories_115052102895521974.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114864906739141316</id><published>2006-05-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:17:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Really Hate Lawyers, Don't They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"It is interesting to note that criminals have multiplied of late, and lawyers have also; but I repeat myself." - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/Lawyer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Reading about the dispute regarding the &lt;i&gt;stare decisis&lt;/i&gt; issue between Justice Paul and Justice Sri Ram now make me think that even lawyers themselves hate lawyers, don't they? I'mnot going to comment who's right or wrong between the two learned judges, but I'd like to do what Irsha and Sam did - share some internet and email jokes with you. But these jokes are specially meant for lawyers (jangan marah bang!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; What do lawyers use for birth control? Their personalities.&lt;br /&gt; What is the difference between a tick and a lawyer? A tick falls off of you when you die.&lt;br /&gt; Why does the law society prohibit sex between lawyers and their clients? To prevent clients from being billed twice for what is essentially the same service.&lt;br /&gt; What do you have when 100 lawyers are buried up to their neck in sand? Not enough sand.&lt;br /&gt; What's the difference between a dead skunk in the road and a dead lawyer in the middle of the road? There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;br /&gt; What is black and brown and looks good on a lawyer? A Doberman.&lt;br /&gt; Why are lawyers like nuclear weapons? If one side has one, the other side has to get one. Once launched, they cannot be recalled. When they land, they screw up everything forever.&lt;br /&gt; What do lawyers and sperm have in common? One in 3,000,000 has a chance of becoming a human being.&lt;br /&gt; Did you hear that the Post Office just recalled their latest stamps? They had pictures of lawyers on them ...and people couldn't figure out which side to spit on.&lt;br /&gt; Lawyer's creed: A man is innocent until proven broke.&lt;br /&gt; What's the difference between a female lawyer and a pit bull? Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt; What do you call 20 lawyers skydiving from an airplane? Skeet.&lt;br /&gt; What do you get when you cross a bad politician with a crooked lawyer? Chelsea Clinton If you see a lawyer on a bicycle, why should you swerve to avoid hitting him? It might be your bicycle.&lt;br /&gt; Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a hundred dollar bill. Who gets it? The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythical creatures.&lt;br /&gt; It was so cold last winter ... (How cold was it?) I saw a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/LawOffice.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A man walked into a lawyer's office and inquired about the lawyer's rates. "$50.00 for three questions", replied the lawyer. "Isn't that awfully steep?" asked the man. "Yes," the lawyer replied, "and what was your third question?"&lt;br /&gt; You're trapped in a room with a tiger, a rattlesnake and a lawyer. You have a gun with two bullets. What should you do? You shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last dose&lt;/b&gt;.A lawyer in Charlotte, NC purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against fire among other things. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy, the lawyer filed a claim with the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;        In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost "in a series of small fires." The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The lawyer sued....and won! In delivering the ruling the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be "unacceptable fire," and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid $15,000.00 to the lawyer for his loss of the rare cigars lost in the "fires."&lt;br /&gt;        But... After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of ARSON! With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000.00 fine.  This is a TRUE news story. NOT a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114864906739141316?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114864906739141316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114864906739141316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114864906739141316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114864906739141316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-really-hate-lawyers-dont-they.html' title='They Really Hate Lawyers, Don&apos;t They?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114856206956460549</id><published>2006-05-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:01:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam Mana Nak Cantik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/britney%7Ebsto7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Leceh kalau tanya soalan ni pada lelaki, kan? Jawapan macam-macam je: &lt;i&gt;"Kau dah memang cantik" (ada udang sebalik batu kan?); "Kau jangan pakai apa-apa, mesti cantik!" (somebody please call the ambulance and paramedic for this guy please!); "Kenapa pulak kau nak jadi cantik?" (patut tak aku kata dia bodoh?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/liv%7Eliv%20tay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sahabat aku pernah jawab &lt;i&gt;"Ada orang akan anggap kau cantik, ada yang tak"&lt;/i&gt;. "So? Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?" &lt;i&gt;"Yes. Definitely. Tapi sebab beholder tu manusia, dan manusia selalunya berubah-ubah fikiran, kau faham sendiri la."&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/emma%7Enewemma3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Jadi, kecantikan kena ikut citarasa semasa?" &lt;i&gt;"Ya. Makin panjang masa berlalu, maka peliklah citarasa."&lt;/i&gt; "Pelik?" &lt;i&gt;"Makin masa berlalu, makin kita tua, makin tak cantik."&lt;/i&gt; "Habis tu apa yang pelik?" &lt;i&gt;"Sebab masih sayang."&lt;/i&gt; Tak semua orang akan anggap wanita dalam gambar-gamabr ni cantik. Sahabat aku mungkin ada citarasa tersendiri. Tapi aku rasa aku tau yang mana satu jadi idaman dia, kan bang? Kalian anggap yang mana cantik? Semuanya? Memang tak hairan kalau seorang perempuan meuji seorang perempuan yang lain sebagai cantik. Bukan tak biasa ya kita dengar orang perempuan kata &lt;i&gt;"Cantiknya perempuan tu!"&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi terasa pelik kan kalau kita dengar seorang lelaki k&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/image05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ata &lt;i&gt;"Handsomenya jejaka tu!"&lt;/i&gt; Ngeri!&lt;br /&gt;Yang ini pilihan kau, bang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114856206956460549?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114856206956460549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114856206956460549&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114856206956460549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114856206956460549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/macam-mana-nak-cantik.html' title='Macam Mana Nak Cantik?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114775692519501754</id><published>2006-05-16T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:31:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endearing</title><content type='html'>Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;An e-mail from someone saying "I am thinking of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A hug from an innocent child, out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A remark from a friend saying "Hey, you know what, I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A forgotten song, playing at the back of your mind, reminding you of "those" times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected flower from your sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A favourite dish cooked by your mother especially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;An old battered book you never tired of reading again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A picture from your childhood that touched your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A soft, old teddy bear remains by your side all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A handmade card from your child saying "Mummy, I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A cup of hot cocoa from your sibling when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A "How's your day" from your daddy when you reached home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful rainbow across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite song playing on the radio while you are having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;A piece of chocolate offered to you when you need your sweet fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing...&lt;br /&gt;the word it self carries such a soft, gentle, beautiful sound.. and meaning too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114775692519501754?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114775692519501754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114775692519501754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114775692519501754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114775692519501754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/endearing.html' title='Endearing'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114689634303194613</id><published>2006-05-06T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:19:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keretapi yang Dirindu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/1600/keretapi~bluetiger-kumaran1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/keretapi%7Ebluetiger-kumaran1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I still remember those days when I used to travel by rail. Those scary-looking locomotives. The smell of metal. The swings and shakes that made it almost futile just to walk from your seat to the toilets. And toilets? You could actually see the rail through the toilet bowl. And the sound of metal clashing and banging from underneath the coaches. Miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/1600/keretapi~class21-21111x02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/keretapi%7Eclass21-21111x02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, our trains are more... ermm... modern? They look better. The locomotives are more powerful. The coaches look better. But I haven't been on board a train (except LRTs and Komuter) for many years now. I just see them from the outside. I can't really say about the toilets now. I hope passengers don't have to see the rails underneath them while they're using the bowl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/1600/keretapi~palm_resort1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/keretapi%7Epalm_resort1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I know for a fact that the rails are still the same. Well, I guess they do replace the rails and slippers as and when necessary. The routes are the same I guess, probably with some different views and scenery here and there. I hope Bukit Berapit route is safer now. Whatever it is, I miss traveling by train. I miss the scenery the trip has to offer. I miss the swings and shakes. But I definitely do not miss the open-bottom toilet bowls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what about all of us on vacation somewhere far - by rail? Cuti sekolah nak dekat ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114689634303194613?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114689634303194613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114689634303194613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114689634303194613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114689634303194613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/keretapi-yang-dirindu.html' title='Keretapi yang Dirindu...'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114650177523916883</id><published>2006-05-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:44:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey K-ozzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everybody? Hope you guys had a really nice and relaxing weekend. Anyway, nothing much to tell, just thought of posting these pics taken on the Secret Recipe outing. Can't remember the date, SORRY! Thanks to our lovely and generous miss Emm-n-Emm for treating us that day. The pics are too candid and blur.. but it's alright kan.. as long as the precious moments were captured (gambar cam group rock wajib mesti ada!). Too bad for those who couldn't come - Sam The Great and G-string.. We missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest, I believe everybody enjoyed their meal (I know I did - that yummy Tom Yam noodles and Apple Kasturi, even though I salivated over Pootz's meal). Still can't get forget Moon's generosity and good heart by presenting Emm and the Queen their VERY BELATED birthday presents, it was hilarious, thanks to Pootz! and oh yes, the presents were really cute, nice one Moon! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody had a good time that day eventhough a tad too short for me. Not enough time to catch up with everybody. Anyway, hope to do this again sometime (very very soon, I hope) and hopefully with the full quorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie then, signing off for tonight. Take care people! Be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u lots and much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114650177523916883?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114650177523916883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114650177523916883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114650177523916883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114650177523916883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/05/secret-recipe.html' title='Secret Recipe'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114592690314949130</id><published>2006-04-25T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:51:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy K-Oz Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/k-ozzies.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/k-ozzies.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi K-Ozzies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a belated wish! Haven't got the time during the weekends. So, K-Oz is one year huh? How fast time flies. Looking back at the past year, there so many changes happened in our group huh? From being 11 together, now some of us are scattered about. Some near, some far, some still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody will still use this blog as a place for us to update on each other lives. It would be nice if everybody would post something about themselves here. Whats new in their life. Whats happening etc. Whatever that matters to you, matters to the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should do that gathering! Maybe a fun day in the sun or a melodious day in the karaoke, a satisfied day in a nice restaurant, whatever.. so keep the ideas coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everybody a great year ahead, and i hope we'll stay together. Much love! Happy K-oz Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a speacial song for special people in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I needed someone to understand my ups and downs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there you were &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop, and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to stop, and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I close my eyes at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering where would I be without you in my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I did was just a bore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you brighten up for me all of my days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a love so sweet in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to stop and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were better for me than I was for myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to stop and thank you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You (Marvin Gaye) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114592690314949130?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114592690314949130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114592690314949130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114592690314949130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114592690314949130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-k-oz-day.html' title='Happy K-Oz Day'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114466712115534773</id><published>2006-04-10T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:05:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gubra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/gubra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/320/gubra.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched gubra last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gubra is on a different level from Sepet. You can't really compare between those two films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepet is more "pop" ... dia straight to the point.. gubra ni cam nak sampaikan messages.. halfway thru the film i was kinda bored and dok fikir.. apa la message citer ni.. but then bila dah nak abis tu.. I think different people will have different understanding of the film. Its back to how different people has different perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think the film is about love between different generations and different types of people,those who give love will see how much they sacrifice for their loved ones and those who always receive will realise to appreciate those who gave their love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for a friend, love for spouse, love for your family love for people, love in general.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute la yasmin ahmad ni in her way of expressing her views towards things.. like one of the characters dpt tau dia ada HIV. u dont have to have a dialogue to convey that. Yasmin Ahmad is a great storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful cinematography, great acting (Sharifah Amani was superb!), very poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gubra is thought provoking and controversial. You will get out of the cinema thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I went out of the cinema feeling confused. Kahkahkah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114466712115534773?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114466712115534773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114466712115534773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114466712115534773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114466712115534773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/gubra.html' title='Gubra'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114415837968287747</id><published>2006-04-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:46:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember during my university life when my friends and I were having this academic discussion. One of my friends actually said '&lt;i&gt;the natural rule of justice&lt;/i&gt;' when what he meant (and what it was supposed to be) was &lt;i&gt;'the rule of natural justice&lt;/i&gt;' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend, on the same topic, actually said '&lt;i&gt;nemo judex injuria&lt;/i&gt;' instead of '&lt;i&gt;nemo judex in causa sua&lt;/i&gt;'. &lt;i&gt;Nemo judex in causa sua&lt;/i&gt; means 'no man can be a judge of his own cause' so our guess was that &lt;i&gt;nemo judex injuria&lt;/i&gt; must have meant 'no man can be a judge if he's injured'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had a good laugh then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114415837968287747?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114415837968287747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114415837968287747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114415837968287747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114415837968287747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/alien.html' title='Alien'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114399343851789332</id><published>2006-04-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:57:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/holdhands2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/holdhands2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Everyone in the world needs someone they can depend on. Be they faithful friends, determined advocates, or a loving family. But occasionally in life, the people we thought would always be there for us…leave. And if that happens, it’s amazing the lengths we’ll go to, to get them back." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mary Alice Young, Desperates Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114399343851789332?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114399343851789332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114399343851789332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114399343851789332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114399343851789332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-to-share.html' title='Something to Share'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114369240635444688</id><published>2006-03-30T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:20:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His presence, comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His sense-of-belonging, glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His sweetness, charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His passion, convincing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How to be closer to him than I already am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His tenderness, pleasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His values, inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His character, discerning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His personality, intriguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During these quiet moments, he makes my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114369240635444688?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114369240635444688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114369240635444688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114369240635444688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114369240635444688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/butterflies_30.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Syir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943788889670204003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.epinions.com/images/opti/75/65/1587884631-books-resized200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114347333042869635</id><published>2006-03-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:33:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss the LRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The crowd, the heat, the inconvenience during peak hours. Of course, the occassionally 'bau tilam' smell. But most of all, the climbing up the stairs at the stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss Bang Din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The morning express and efficient service of telur setengah masak and his nasi goreng kampung. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss ISO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hmm... I don't know why but I think I miss his voice. The sound of his voice, that is. And his grin... and his stare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss the lift thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yup! The lift. Everytime when the 'ting' sound, I'd look at the display, hoping it doesn't stop at the 1st floor! ahahhahaha....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the outcome of this entry right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114347333042869635?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114347333042869635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114347333042869635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347333042869635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347333042869635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114347158308597108</id><published>2006-03-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:59:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos Para Siempre</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while huh? It's soooo goood to be back. Thanks Pootz for inviting me!! It's funny though... i am the one who started this whole thing and I am the one who lost the username, the password. Some confusion in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. Our first post in here was on 23rd April 2005! Wow! How time flies! Today last year, I don't even know what blog means. I guess a lot have changed huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today I am writing just to say I miss this blog so much! Thanks for Lampin and Pootz for keeping this blog alive. I'll try my best to keep it going too. For others, come on, join in. Keep on posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important question is.. shall we make 23rd April as the official K-Oz day? What say you? And I really hope the next gathering there will be a complete quorum so that finally we can take a proper photo of the K-Ozzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos Para Siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114347158308597108?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114347158308597108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114347158308597108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347158308597108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347158308597108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/amigos-para-siempre.html' title='Amigos Para Siempre'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114347022612571749</id><published>2006-03-27T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:37:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/collage31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/400/collage31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/1045/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll stay in my heart and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never will part &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how I'll love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how it must be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; To live without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would only be heartbreak for me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114347022612571749?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114347022612571749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114347022612571749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347022612571749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114347022612571749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Miss J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10142495307204335331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UglJPWX1ke4/S0schdsju8I/AAAAAAAACP4/HHZQIVDECck/S220/PB150239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114345538773443607</id><published>2006-03-27T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:29:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been A Year!!</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow K-Ozies!!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year and Najwa Aiman has produced another novel. This time I gave him a good preview and I think even he couldn't believe me himself.... well, I may be a bit generous as I am now having this maternal glow with a 17 week old baby inside my belly!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, how's everyone....? latest update, only 5 are left (you may call us idiots, but this is where our rezeki is promised). Moon has resigned from his latest job, Lampin is happily working for another company, so are Sam and Syir.... Carebear is seriously considering leaving her current job.. hang in there my friend!! Emm is also following my footsteps of producing another baby....&lt;br /&gt;On this end, Dubuk is still demure and enigmatic (not that we care). And yes, Shaff (who has yet to post anything here after a year) is also expecting another new addition to the family. Hmmm... baby boom this year!!! G-String is still well... stringy, Queen Amidala is as alaways still a Diva....&lt;br /&gt;Our first Saturday breakfast went on for the first 2 months of 2006... didn't work... but our first reunion of 2006 was a success (thanks to Emm's sponsorship) where everybody except Sam and G-String, turn up and later some went for a karaoke session at the usual joint..... had fun (Lampin - Asalkan Kau Tidak Menjadi Penjahat Lagi!!)&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely miss you lot!!&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting the blog and those who can write in, please do so!!!! Keep this blog alive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114345538773443607?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114345538773443607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114345538773443607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114345538773443607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114345538773443607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-been-year.html' title='It Has Been A Year!!'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-114243582155954741</id><published>2006-03-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:17:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Used to be eleven&lt;br /&gt;those happy times&lt;br /&gt;and happiness still shines&lt;br /&gt;in your hearts and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And five are still together&lt;br /&gt;each other within sights&lt;br /&gt;and the rest are always near&lt;br /&gt;sharing emotions forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-114243582155954741?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/114243582155954741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=114243582155954741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114243582155954741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/114243582155954741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2006/03/eleven-forever.html' title='Eleven Forever'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112964909902546276</id><published>2005-10-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:34:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect Your Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/320/pic05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friendship is about respecting your friends. Respect what they like and dislike. True. Very true. He who treats others with disrespect does not deserve to be called a &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;. It's a relationship that demands one to respect others. It's just like a relationship between a boss and a staff, a father and his son, an elderly and a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that in a friendship, the respect is also coupled with the attempt to accept the others as what they are. That's what makes friendship a special relationship compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If such acceptance is not present, it's not friendship, and the odd one out should remain to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concur... and I comply accordingly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112964909902546276?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112964909902546276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112964909902546276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112964909902546276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112964909902546276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/10/respect-your-friends.html' title='Respect Your Friends'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112864528984767530</id><published>2005-10-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:09:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evergreen Aidil Fitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aduhai.... kat mana nak cari lagu2 ni....???? Hehehe... maaf ya... aku tau baru tiga hari je posa... tapi aku nak jugak cari lagu2 ni..... ada tak...????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pulang di Hari Raya – Noor Kumalasari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suasana Hari Raya – Anuar &amp; Ellina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dendang Perantau – P. Ramlee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menjelang Hari Raya – D.J. Dave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satu Hari Di Hari Raya – M. Nasir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selamat Hari Raya – Saloma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dari Jauh Kupohon Maaf – Sudirman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kupohon Restu ayah Bonda – ???..Entah.. siapa ya..???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manusia Miskin Kaya – Eddy Nor Ali&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bersabarlah Sayang – Sanisah Huri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aidil Fitri – Fazidah Joned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kepulangan Yang Dinanti – Aman Shah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selamat Hari Raya – Sudirman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selamat Berhari Raya – Rahimah Rahim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aidil Fitri – Allahyarhamah Datin Rafeah Buang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suasana Riang di Hari Raya - Junaidah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila Takbir Bergema – Allahyarhamah Datin Rafeah Buang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hari Yang Mulia – Sharifah Aini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selamat Hari Raya – Ahmad Jais&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seloka Hari Raya – Uji &amp;amp; Hail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suasana Hari Raya – Sharifah Aini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila Hari Raya – Various artists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selamat Hari Lebaran – Sharifah Aini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suara Takbir – P. Ramlee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/alunan%20aidilfitri20031118_154835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nak baliiikkkk......! Windu laaa....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112864528984767530?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112864528984767530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112864528984767530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112864528984767530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112864528984767530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/10/evergreen-aidil-fitri.html' title='Evergreen Aidil Fitri'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112722964562022749</id><published>2005-09-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:20:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/ph-10118.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;to say no&lt;br /&gt;when you didn't mean so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and not cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;to not love you&lt;br /&gt;and you know&lt;br /&gt;that it's true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112722964562022749?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112722964562022749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112722964562022749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112722964562022749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112722964562022749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-not-easy.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112680433533905432</id><published>2005-09-16T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:15:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merely Sentiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Doing new things in a new environment gives new experience. I've never done this before but I'm doing it now. It has been so many years that I was asked to do it, but I finally decided to go for it just a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does it feel like? My friend was right about one thing - the things we normally dislike to do are those things we haven't even done yet! So it's just &lt;i&gt;sentiment&lt;/i&gt;, as he puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do like what I'm doing now - for the moment. I hope this feeling lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do I miss my home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112680433533905432?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112680433533905432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112680433533905432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112680433533905432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112680433533905432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/09/merely-sentiment.html' title='Merely Sentiment'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112467578878978914</id><published>2005-08-22T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:58:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bau Tilam Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I had to take the LRT early again this morning because of some urgent documents that needed urgent attention. So I guess I just took the LRT. It was Monday Morning and everybody seemed to want to be early in the office. The LRT was packed like the very nostalgic mini bus. Before boarding the LRT I was almost praying not to let men surround me in the crowded and packed train. God knows where their eyes and hands would land upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was surrounded but ladies. But then – yiekhh! That smell. The smell that my hostel boy friends used to term as “bau tilam”. The “mattress smell”. You know, that smell almost everybody emits when they wake up every morning. So the only way to get rid of such smell is to take a simple shower – with soap of course. Then the smell is gone, and you can continue with your life – whatever that will be – as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/Star-LRT-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I simply cannot accept that there are still women in such a tropical climate country like ours who do not take their showers in the morning. They just rise out of bed, change their clothes and jumped onto a packed and crowded LRT. They don’t even have the courtesy to respect other people’s scent-perceptive-receiver-device (a.k.a. nose) which are still functioning perfectly and efficiently! So efficient that the device can actually still differentiate between pleasant and ghastly despicable aroma. If they are not meticulous and be bothered about their own personal grooming (not to mention hygiene), then please be sensitive to others. I had to stand behind this executive-attired lady complete with blazers, but the aroma emanated from her body was even worse than that discharged from a cadaver! Uwwweekkk…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on women! Being equal to men doesn’t have to mean that we should also smell like them! Clean yourselves up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112467578878978914?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112467578878978914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112467578878978914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112467578878978914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112467578878978914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-bau-tilam-smell.html' title='That Bau Tilam Smell'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112351382941325466</id><published>2005-08-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:25:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends are Forever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't realize it at first, but now when everytime I entered the L&amp;C Department, I remembered that I used to have that urge to hug this lady who used to be just beside that big pillar. She would always be the one who actually looked at me every time I entered L&amp;amp;C. She would always be the one who would give me that cooling looks, melting away all of my stress that I was thriving to get rid of. She only needed to give me that look, that usual stare, and I would feel relieved immediately. Why so? Because she &lt;b&gt;never, never, never&lt;/b&gt; failed to accompany that look with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's no longer there, though, and now I realized that I've lost what I've taken for granted all these while - her existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. I don't know how to write. But I know good words when i found one. And here they are, extracted from th einternet, just for you, Jan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/200/Iftar%7E2Nov04%7E007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friends are forever,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for real.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for expressing,&lt;br /&gt;All the emotions we try to hide, but feel.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;which line the river's edge.&lt;br /&gt;They are for sharing, and for caring,&lt;br /&gt;and for the shields they place around us, like a hedge.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for leaning on,&lt;br /&gt;They are for helping, and comforting, too.&lt;br /&gt;It would take forever,&lt;br /&gt;to describe all that they are,&lt;br /&gt;and true ones, are scattered and few.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed in every way,&lt;br /&gt;and I thank the Lord on every day,&lt;br /&gt;because I have such a good Friend in YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Sandra Lewis Pringle~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112351382941325466?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112351382941325466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112351382941325466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112351382941325466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112351382941325466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends-are-forever.html' title='&quot;Friends are Forever&quot;'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112323282654824355</id><published>2005-08-05T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T17:07:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream A Little Dream Of Me</title><content type='html'>Kelly Clarkson sang “&lt;em&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly…I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky…I'll make a wish…Take a chance… Make a change…And breakaway… Out of the darkness and into the sun… But I won't forget all the ones that I loved... I'll take a risk…Take a chance… Make a change…and breakaway&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I intended to do. I want to take a chance, and I want to make a change. I am doing this for myself, my career and for everybody around me. Its time for me to go on, trying a new place, a new pace in life. In order to go forward, I need to make changes, and including leaving those I love behind. Please don’t say goodbye, my friends because this is not the end. This is just me, going on to another chapter in my book of life. I will never forget all of you. I am sure we’ll still be together. And I want to have all of you in the next chapters of my life. You have been with me, guiding me, helping me, crying and laughing with me all this while and I will forever be grateful to all of you. Thank you for being my friends. And I wish you all the best. And this is not the end of our friendship. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, tak sah la takde lagu kan? Hehehehe so, please, sing along to this song (uhmm kalau tau la). Gonna miss you guys, a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream A Little Dream Of Me – Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I’m alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining up above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehheeh love u guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112323282654824355?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112323282654824355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112323282654824355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112323282654824355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112323282654824355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-little-dream-of-me.html' title='Dream A Little Dream Of Me'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112295099615006298</id><published>2005-08-02T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:53:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sememangnya sesetangah manusia bersifat &lt;i&gt;fighter&lt;/i&gt; kan? Dalam keadaan diserang bertubi-tubi, mereka akan bangun melawan. Dan biasanya golongan camni akan melawan dengan apa juga cara - baik, buruk, halal, haram - mereka tak kira. Yang penting mereka mau menang, tak gitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kerana tak kira cara berperang ni lah, mereka sanggup membiarkan orang lain menderita. Bawak lari ke semuanya. Satu pun tak ditinggalkan. Maka yang tinggal akan merana dan menderita, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6612/1051/200/dog.gif" border="0" /&gt;Lalu haruskah disokong mereka yang sebegini ya? Bajingan korporat (&lt;i&gt;please excuse my Italian.. dah lama tak praktis...&lt;/i&gt;)? Dan orang yang menyokong mereka? &lt;b&gt;Anjing korporat&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;please excuse my French pulak...hehehe....&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kan.... lebih rela jadi kuda daripada jadi anjing.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112295099615006298?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112295099615006298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112295099615006298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112295099615006298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112295099615006298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112294828104715668</id><published>2005-08-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:04:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa Kabar?</title><content type='html'>Apa khabar ahli2 k-oz semua? Lama tak de posting baru. Moon apa cerita terbaru kau kat sana? Carebear tak nak buat apa2 wasiat ke? Lampin, apa cerita2 terbaru ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112294828104715668?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112294828104715668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112294828104715668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112294828104715668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112294828104715668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/08/apa-kabar.html' title='Apa Kabar?'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112209046528812485</id><published>2005-07-23T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:47:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syarikat kedekut ibarat 'lembu suci'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berita Harian- 230705&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PENYOKONG usul ekonomi, Ahmad Shabery Cheek melabelkan individu dan syarikat korporat yang diberi peluang oleh kerajaan tetapi enggan mengagihkan keuntungannya kepada Umno sebagai 'sacred cow' atau lembu suci.&lt;br /&gt;Wakil Umno Terengganu itu berkata, golongan itu tidak ubah sebagai 'lembu suci' yang diberi makan bukan untuk mendapatkan hasil tetapi hanya mahu disembah dan dipuja.&lt;br /&gt;"Individu dan syarikat yang digelar lembu suci ini mendapat saja apa mereka minta tetapi apa saja salah laku yang dibuat tiada tindakan diambil," katanya yang mendapat sorakan dan tepukan gemuruh perwakilan.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan memberi contoh Penerbangan Malaysia (MAS) dan Renong Bhd, katanya, syarikat berkenaan dibantu dengan harapan mereka akan memulangkan keuntungan kepada orang Melayu dan membantu usahawan kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun, katanya satu demi satu syarikat dan individu yang diberi amanah itu memperlihatkan prestasi buruk. Beliau berkata, ketirisan sebenarnya berlaku di kalangan syarikat korporat yang ada modal berbilion-bilion ringgit bukannya di kalangan kontraktor kelas F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malah, katanya baru-baru ini, Jawatankuasa Kira-Kira Awam (PAC) menyifatkan projek penswastaan limbungan kapal Tentera Laut Diraja Malaysia (TLDM) di Lumut gagal walaupun mendapat kontrak terjamin bernilai RM25 bilion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Shabery turut menyentuh permit import (AP) dan meminta Menteri Perdagangan Antarabangsa dan Industri, Datuk Seri Rafidah Aziz menjawab segala persoalan mengenai keistimewaan individu yang layak mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;"Kita mohon Kak Dah... bukannya hendak mempertikaikan kementerian beliau atau beliau sendiri tetapi menjadi harapan kita untuk mendengar jawapannya," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Shabery yang juga Ahli Parlimen Kemaman turut menyatakan sokongan kepada presiden parti dalam tindakan berkaitan soal integriti. "Pak Lah bertindaklah, kami semua akan sokong... ini kerajaan Pak Lah bukan kerajaan lain kerajaan yang sudah diberi mandat... kerajaan Pak Lah kerajaan bumi bukan kerajaan langit,&lt;br /&gt;"Kerajaan bumi mesti berpijak di alam nyata... kalau perlu buat rombakan kerajaan, rombaklah Pak Lah, kami semua akan sokong," katanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112209046528812485?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112209046528812485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112209046528812485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112209046528812485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112209046528812485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/syarikat-kedekut-ibarat-lembu-suci.html' title='Syarikat kedekut ibarat &apos;lembu suci&apos;'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112192482420301541</id><published>2005-07-21T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:47:04.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living On Credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extracts from Rocky Bru's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT’S not how much you earn, but how much you owe, Ted Turner once said. By 1986, he had US$2 billion (RM7.6 billion) in debt (more than some small Third World countries, he proudly admitted), largely due to his ambitious acquisition of MGM. He became one of the most powerful corporate figures in the world.&lt;br /&gt;In the same demented way, some countries become powerful because of the size of their debts. The United States is the biggest debtor nation in the world. In Turner’s book, the US should rule Earth. And the US, we all know, does.What does it mean? It means that huge debts, which used to be a liability, are now a strategy. The theory, that if you can’t repay your RM100,000 loan, you’re in trouble, but if it ’s RM100 million, your banks are in trouble, still applies.I belong to the RM100,000 category, the wage-earners who contribute towards the economy of this country by working hard to ensure that our relatively meagre bank borrowings don’t turn into bad debts.Most of the time, this is not an issue. But there are always occasions when someone from this bank or that finance company calls to remind you that you are “a little behind” in repaying your loans. It could be your loans for the home, car, motorcycle, insurance or credit cards.But you manage, somehow, most times. The times that you don’t, you get into trouble faster than you think. Your friendly lenders send debt collectors or repossessors. Some people try to save their cars and homes by going to the Ah Long. It can be a start of a vicious cycle, which doesn’t end until you lose everything, including your dignity. Some people take more extreme shortcuts to end their debt woes. The other day some of us wage-earners were discussing how much we owe. It was a depressing exercise. All of us borrowed to buy our homes and cars (and motorcycles, too, for some of us).For the roof over our heads, we are all repaying until we reach 55. I have five years to go on the Sorento, which is about the same as the others had on their rides. All of us own one credit card, at least, although several have up to three. All owe the credit card companies something substantial (between RM3,000 and RM15,000). One guy has destroyed his card so that he can’t use it anymore, and he reckons it would take three years to repay the amount he owes (plus interest) if he manages to pay the minimum amount every month.At the end of the discussion, I concluded that we are a borrowing society. Which does not make us special, of course: citizens of other countries face the same problem, too.I believe our problem is going to worsen unless we start addressing certain issues and/or regulate the way business is conducted in some sectors. The credit card is an obvious problem area. When I was just starting out, you had to qualify for a credit card (you had to prove that you earn a certain sum in a year).These days, if you can sign your name and remember your identity card number, you are eligible. On one hand, it ’s great: you have access to credit. On the other hand, most new entrants to the job market will end up working to pay the interest on their credit card debts.People in the kampungs have enjoyed credit facilities from shopkeepers since before most of us were born. It’s a proven rural financing sytem. But I discovered the other day that the interest charged for some of these easy payment schemes can be extortionate.Someone bought a Malaysian-made small-engined motorcycle on a hefty 10 per cent annual interest rate. Some finance companies are allowing you to stretch the repayment scheme for your car to nine years. We all have been taught not to be tempted to own what we can’t possibly afford.But with such generous terms from lenders, including banks and finance companies, more and more Malaysians will not realise they are living beyond their means. Which cannot be good for the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renung renungkan lah sahabat2 ku...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112192482420301541?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112192482420301541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112192482420301541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112192482420301541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112192482420301541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/living-on-credit.html' title='Living On Credit'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112182280891957674</id><published>2005-07-20T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:27:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akademi Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4633/1147/320/AF_top_header_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Terpanggil hendak menulis sedikit tentang Akademi Fantasia apabila rakan-rakan menyebut tentangnya dalam posting. Aku pun sebenarnya bukanlah peminat AF. Namun menontonnya pernah sekali-sekala apabila &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak sengaja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kerana kebetulan ketika itu aku berada di hadapan TV bersama famili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mungkin sebab aku tak berapa gemar menonton rancangan nyanyian seumpama itu (seperti juga Juara Lagu, Bintang RTM dan yang seumpama dengannya), maka aku takkan kekal lama di hadapan TV. Dan juga mungkin kerana itulah AF tidak menarik minat aku untuk diikuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku sedar betapa besarnya pengaruh AF terhadap masyarakat Malaysia amnya, dan orang &lt;b&gt;Melayu&lt;/b&gt; khususnya. Aku pernah menonton AF3 di TV semasa ia diadakan di Putrajaya (dan bukan di Malawati seperti biasa) di mana ia dibuka kepada umum. Aku juga pernah terperangkap dalam kesesakan di PJ State tahun lepas semasa AF2 diadakan di Dewan Sivik. (Satu kejutan juga kepada aku sebenarnya kerana PJ State sebelum ini tidak pernah sesak sedemikian pada waktu malam). Sememangnya umat Melayu memang ramai yang menjadi &lt;i&gt;fans&lt;/i&gt; kepada rancangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga sedar betapa banyaknya keuntungan yang telah dikaut oleh Ananda Krishnan melalui Maxis akibat dari AFUNDI. Ini mungkin melayakkan kakitangan mereka mendapat bonus yang melambung-lambung (sepatutnyalah!). Tidakkah ini bagus untuk mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga sedar betapa ramai anak Melayu, dari pelbagai peringkat umur termasuk yang sudah tua, dapat disatukan bersama disebabkan oleh AF ini. Kalau dahulu sukar benar hendak mengumpulkan ahli keluarga dari pelbagai lapisan usia untuk duduk di hadapan TV pada masa yang sama, namun sekarang AF telah berjaya merapatkan jurang tersebut! Tidakkah ini bagus untuk mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga sedar betapa lebih ramai anak watan sekarang yang sudah terbuka peluang untuk mereka berdikari dan membuat duit yang lumayan dengan menjadi artis rakaman, DJ radio bahkan MC majlis. Semua ini terhasil dari pendidikan mereka di Akademi Fantasia. Tidakkah ini bagus untuk mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga sedar betapa peluang untuk menambah pendapatan juga telah terbuka kepada kakitangan pengajar di Akademi Fantasia itu sendiri (seperti Cikgu Adnan, Cikgu Siti Hajar dan lain-lain). Ini juga membuka peluang kepada mereka untuk menjadi lebih tersohor di mata masyarakat dan membuka peluang perniagaan untuk diri mereka sendiri pula (misalnya, Cikgu Yasmin - walaupun tidak tepat untuk mengatakan bahawa AF menjadi penyebab utama baginya membuka kelas tarian persendirian, tetapi AF secara tidak langsung telah membantu memperkenalkan dirinya dan mengangkat kredibilitinya untuk menjalankan perniagaan tersebut). Tidakkah ini bagus untuk mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru mungkin ada banyak lagi kebaikan yang boleh disenaraikan natijah dari AF ini.&lt;br /&gt;Namun pandangan Pak Ungku juga tidak boleh diambil ringan. Walaupun benar AF melalaikan, tetapi AF &lt;b&gt;bukan satu-satunya&lt;/b&gt; perkara yang melalaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa AF pun sebelum ini kita sudah mampu dilalaikan dengan pelbagai benda lain. Kewujudan AF sekadar menambah faktor kelalaian tersebut. Tetapi di sebalik kelalaian yang diakibatkannya, ia juga menambah beberapa kebaikan seperti yang disebutkan di atas. Yang paling penting sudah tentulah kemampuan AF untuk menyatukan ahli keluarga untuk melakukan aktiviti bersama, dan juga berinteraksi secara lebih sihat (biasanya penonton akan saling memberi pandangan dan komen/kritikan tentang pelajar yang membuat persembahan - ini bagus sebagai aktiviti bertukar pendapat sesama ahli keluarga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa hal pun, aku percaya, setiap sesuatu itu akan jadi elok kalau dielokkan, dan akan buruk kalau diburukkan, melainkan ia telah dihukumkan buruk sejak awal lagi (misalnya, arak tetap buruk walaupun ia boleh digunakan sebagai &lt;i&gt;painkiller&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi itu tidak bermakna kita harus melupakan terus akan keburukan yang diakibatkannya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112182280891957674?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112182280891957674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112182280891957674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112182280891957674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112182280891957674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/akademi-fantasia.html' title='Akademi Fantasia'/><author><name>Najwa Aiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137578442276534388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58AHIvJGD4A/SZmqFVkQj5I/AAAAAAAAFVk/fljXWcc5hNY/S220/aku~02dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112182315445143203</id><published>2005-07-20T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:32:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekayaan hakiki - Keserhanaan hidup Rasulullah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Berita Harian 190705)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEHIDUPAN Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. sangat sederhana. Pada suatu hari Baginda sedang berehat di rumahnya sambil berbaring di atas tikar yang diperbuat daripada daun-daun tamar.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, seorang sahabatnya yang bernama Ibn Mas`ud datang menziarahi Baginda.&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana pada masa itu Rasulullah tidak memakai baju, maka Ibn Mas`ud melihat bekas anyaman tikar itu melekat di tubuh Baginda.&lt;br /&gt;Melihat keadaan yang demikian, Ibn Mas`ud bersedih dan menitiskan air mata. Beliau berkata di dalam hatinya: Tidak patut seorang kekasih Allah, seorang pemimpin negara dan seorang panglima tentera hidup dengan cara demikian.&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Mas`ud pun berkata: ``Ya Rasulullah, bolehkah saya membawakan tilam ke sini untuk Tuan?''&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah menjawab, ``Wahai Ibn Mas`ud, apalah erti kesenangan hidup di dunia ini bagiku.&lt;br /&gt;``Hidup di dunia ini bagiku bagaikan seorang musafir dalam perjalanan jauh, lalu dia singgah sebentar berteduh di bawah pohon kayu yang rendang untuk berehat.&lt;br /&gt;``Kemudian dia harus berangkat meninggalkan tempat itu untuk meneruskan perjalanan yang sangat jauh dan tidak berpenghujung.''&lt;br /&gt;Dalam suatu peristiwa lain pula, ialah ketika Rasulullah menikahkan puterinya, Fatimah dengan Ali bin Abi Talib.&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa itu Baginda menjemput Abu Bakar, Umar dan Usamah untuk membawakan `persiapan' Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tertanya-tanya apakah yang disiapkan oleh Rasulullah untuk puteri tercinta dan menantunya yang tersayang itu?&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, Rasulullah hanya menyiapkan gandum yang telah digiling, kulit binatang yang disamak, cerek dan sebiji pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;Apabila mengetahui hal itu, Abu bakar menangis.&lt;br /&gt;``Ya, Rasulullah, hanya inikah persiapan untuk Fatimah?'' tanya Abu Bakar tersedu-sedan.&lt;br /&gt;``Ini sudah cukup bagi orang yang berada di dunia,'' jawab Rasulullah menenangkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Fatimah keluar dari rumah dengan memakai pakaian pengantin yang cukup bagus, tetapi mempunyai 12 tampalan! Tiada perhiasan yang berharga mahal.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bernikah, Fatimah sentiasa menggiling gandum, membaca al-Quran, mentafsirkan kitab suci dengan hatinya, dan menangis. Itulah sebahagian daripada kemuliaan diri Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;Majlis pernikahan puteri Rasulullah itu memang sederhana kerana kesederhanaan adalah sebahagian kehidupan Rasulullah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, Baginda mampu membuat majlis besar-besaran untuk pernikahan puterinya itu dengan meminta bantuan para sahabat yang kaya.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, sebagai manusia agung, `kemegahan' tidaklah bermakna kebendaan.&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah ingin menunjukkan kesederhanaan dan sifat qanaah (puas hati), yang merupakan kekayaan yang hakiki.&lt;br /&gt;Baginda pernah bersabda: ``Kekayaan yang hakiki adalah kekayaan iman dan dicerminkan dalam sifat qanaah.''&lt;br /&gt;Bersifat qanaah bererti menerima ketentuan Allah dengan sabar, dan menarik diri daripada kecintaan kepada dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Iman, kesederhanaan dan qanaah adalah sesuatu yang tidak boleh dipisahkan.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang mukmin akan bersikap sederhana dalam hidupnya, dan kesedehanaan itu ditunjukkan daripada sifat qanaahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda: ``Qanaah adalah harta yang tidak akan hilang dan simpanan yang tidak akan lenyap.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112182315445143203?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112182315445143203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112182315445143203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112182315445143203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112182315445143203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/kekayaan-hakiki-keserhanaan-hidup.html' title='Kekayaan hakiki - Keserhanaan hidup Rasulullah'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112147962639555876</id><published>2005-07-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:07:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extracts from NST 16/07/2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="title2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Privatisation failure’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="rollcenternews1" href="mailto:news@nst.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Jaspal Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;LUMUT, July 15:&lt;br /&gt;The Public Accounts Committee’s verdict on the eight-year privatisation of PSC Naval Dockyard Sdn Bhd is in: the exercise was a gross failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Misc/Pos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Committee chairman Datuk Shahrir Samad said the Government should use any means possible to rescue the ailing dockyard and corporatise it.He also wants the Government to investigate the possibility of criminal breach of trust among senior officials of the company which could have taken operations to such depths of failure. Shahrir said the company’s principal problem was its inability to deliver two high-tech offshore patrol vessels (OPVs) to the navy on time. "The navy, dockyard workers and the contractors/suppliers are definitely not happy with the current leadership and management of the dockyard."Its situation andcondition today expressly shows that the privatisation failed. It is time for the Government to step in and de-privatise the dockyard to revive confidence by all concerned parties," he said after a visit to the dockyard with several committee members today.Shahrir said the company could have been financially viable today had it been prudent and wise in managing the Government contract of more than RM5 billion for six OPVs.But due to late delivery, the Government had to spend an extra RM140 million to keep to the RM1.8 billion price tag agreed upon in 1998.OPVs I and II were supposed to have been delivered to the navy last year but technical problems delayed the handover to this September.Work on the first two OPVs is about 95 per cent complete, OPV III and IV: almost 50 per cent, and OPV V and V1: less than 10 per cent.Shahrir said the eight-year dockyard episode was "a lesson for the Government to be more careful where costly expenditure is concerned".Shahrir said the failure had nothing to do with the competence of dockyard workers or the lower and middle management.The Government had also awarded the company a contract to build 21 more OPVs estimated at more than RM18 billion.Other members of the committee present included deputy chairman Dr Tan Seng Giaw, Datuk Liow Tiong Lai and M. Kulasegaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112147962639555876?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112147962639555876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112147962639555876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112147962639555876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112147962639555876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/extracts-from-nst-16072005.html' title='Extracts from NST 16/07/2005'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112147915576368222</id><published>2005-07-16T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:59:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projek limbungan TLDM gagal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Berita Harian 16 July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oleh Jalal Ali Abdul Rahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUMUT: Jawatankuasa Kira-kira Wang Negara (PAC) menyifatkan projek penswastaan limbungan kapal Tentera Laut Diraja Malaysia (TLDM) kepada PSC-Naval Dockyard Sdn Bhd (PSC-ND), gagal dan mahu kerajaan mengambil alih pengurusannya.Pengerusinya, Datuk Shahrir Samad, berkata PAC mendapati pengurusan dan kepemimpinan PSC-ND amat lemah hingga menyebabkan projek pembinaan kapal peronda (PV) generasi baru TLDM bermasalah kerana beban hutang kepada kontraktor, pembekal dan vendor tempatan yang jumlahnya mencecah RM80 juta.Beliau berkata, kesimpulan itu dibuat selepas ahli PAC mendengar taklimat Unit Perancang Ekonomi (EPU) mengenai penswastaan Naval Dockyard Sdn Bhd (NDSB) pada harga RM300 juta sebelum dinamakan sebagai PSC-ND serta taklimat TLDM mengenai kesan selepas penswastaan itu dan pihak Kesatuan Sekerja PSC-ND.“TLDM tidak berpuas hati dengan khidmat diberikan limbungan selepas penswastaan manakala kesatuan sekerja mengakui penswastaan tidak mencapai matlamat.“Hasil taklimat ketiga-tiga pihak, PAC membuat kesimpulan penswastaan limbungan ini gagal. Kita meminta kepada Kementerian Kewangan, EPU dan Kementerian Pertahanan melihat kepada pilihan yang ada pada kerajaan untuk menamatkan penswastaan ini,” katanya pada sidang akhbar selepas mengetuai sekumpulan ahli PAC mendengar taklimat dan melawat limbungan itu, semalam.Ahli PAC lain yang bersamanya termasuk Timbalan Pengerusi PAC, Dr Tan Seng Giaw, Datuk Liow Tiong Lai dan M Kulasegaran.PSC-ND diberi kontrak bagi membina 27 PV dengan pesanan pertama enam kapal bernilai RM5.4 bilion. Bagaimanapun, PVI dan PV2 yang sepatutnya diserahkan tahun lalu, belum dapat digunakan TLDM kerana masalah teknikal.Shahrir berkata, pilihan yang PAC mahu kerajaan lihat adalah:l Mengkaji berapakah kos diperlukan kerajaan untuk mengambil alih limbungan itu berdasarkan formula perjanjian penswastaan.l Menetapkan satu badan bebas bagi menyiasat dan membuat penilaian keadaan limbungan sepanjang diswastakan.l Penyelesaian kepada syarikat PSC-ND, melalui pemegang saham mereka dan kerajaan mempunyai saham dan boleh menstabilkan keadaan dan menguruskannya dengan cara baik.PAC juga mahu kerajaan menyiasat kes itu dan mendakwa jika berlaku penyelewengan.“Kita sudah arahkan kerajaan jika ada kes jenayah seperti pecah amanah dan penyelewengan, kami mahu pihak kerajaan tidak bertolak ansur,” katanya.Ditanya punca kegagalan penswastaan limbungan itu, Shahrir berkata: “Sikap tamak, kelemahan pengurusan dan kepimpinan atasan syarikat.”Beliau berkata, projek itu berdaya maju jika pengurusan baik dan berhemah kerana mereka diberi jaminan projek antara RM100 dan RM110 juta setiap tahun.“Saya rasa kegagalannya kerana sifat tamak. Bila dia (syarikat baru) dah bayar RM300 juta, dia sudah dijanjikan kontrak RM5 bilion jangka pendek dan RM25 bilion bagi jangka panjang.“Dia tengok, saya akan jadi orang kaya, dia `makan cepat-cepat', dia tidak fikir ini tanggungjawab yang berat yang patut dilaksanakan sebaik mungkin,” katanya.Shahrir berkata, Kementerian Kewangan dan Kementerian Pertahanan perlu mencari jalan mendapatkan peruntukan tambahan bagi ‘menyelamatkan' PV1 dan PV2 yang mencapai tahap 95 peratus penyiapannya bagi membolehkannya diserahkan kepada TLDM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112147915576368222?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112147915576368222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112147915576368222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112147915576368222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112147915576368222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/projek-limbungan-tldm-gagal.html' title='Projek limbungan TLDM gagal'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112144754869084423</id><published>2005-07-16T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:16:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bertekak</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5972/200/SeaLionArgue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aku tak suka bertekak. Aku benci sangat! Aku tak kisah orang berdebat. Aku suka dengar orang berdebat, terutamanya dalam majlis tak rasmi. Tapi tolonglah jangan bertekak! tolong... aku rayu sangat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa bezanya ya? Ada bezanya. Bezanya dalam berdebat kita kemukakan hujah, kan? Hujah yang logik. Yang berasas. Yang ilmiah, kan? Aku percaya dalam perdebatan, semua pihak yang berdebat maukan objektif yang sama - resolusi. Betul kan?&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5972/200/argue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tapi bertekak ni lain. Lain sangat. Bertekak ni sekadar melepaskan marah. Berkelahi ya? Berselisih pendapat kan? Keluarkan pendapat ikut rasa semata-mata. Dan objektif masih sama tapi berbeza. Bagaimana ya? Objektif yang sama tapi bercanggahan antara semua pihak yang terlibat. Macam mana tu? Semua pihak nakkan pihak dia yang menang. Itu la objektifnya, kan? Kemenangan untuk pihak masing-masing. Tapi takkan semua pihak boleh menang pada masa yang sama ya? Sampai bila-bila pun takkan ada yang menang, kan?Aku sedih kalau sahabat aku bertekak.... sedih sangat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112144754869084423?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112144754869084423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112144754869084423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112144754869084423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112144754869084423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/bertekak.html' title='Bertekak'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112122595634175014</id><published>2005-07-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:39:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look For The Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When it is dark enough, you can see the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Charles Beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112122595634175014?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112122595634175014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112122595634175014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112122595634175014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112122595634175014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-for-gifts.html' title='Look For The Gifts'/><author><name>Syir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943788889670204003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.epinions.com/images/opti/75/65/1587884631-books-resized200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112121954889767595</id><published>2005-07-13T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:03:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Menipu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Suka ya menipu? Nak lepaskan diri yang dah cornered, maka carilah scapegoat. Siapa yang sudi maka dialah kambingnya. Kambing bersifat apa ya? Tak mandi. Busuk. Tak sekolah. Bodoh. Mengembek dalam nada yang sama walau dalam apa keadaan pun. Sudi jadi kambing? Dah tentu mereka yang tak sekolah saja yang sudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk lepaskan sesak pun orang akan menipu. Tipu dokumen. Tipu orang lain. Tipu kerajaan. Tipu penyamun. Orangyang bersekongkol pulak? Kambingkah mereka? Kalau mereka bersekongkol dengan menjadi scapegoat, maka kambinglah. Kalau mereka bersekongkol dengan membantu, apa pulak ya? Kalau perpetrator yang membuat, accomplice la jadinya mereka tu. Subahat. Sama saja status dan standardnya dengan penjenayah tu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak bersekongkol tapi mengetahui penipuan tu berlaku pulak? Haruskah bertindak? Serupa tak dengan seseorang yang nampak bom dipasang pada sebuah keretapi, tetapi tak buat apa-apa pun. Malah dia sendiri pun naik keretapi yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin letupan tu akan membunuh semua penumpang tak berdosa yang ada di dalam keretapi. Mungkin serpihan letupannya akan mencedera malah membunuh manusia yang berkampung di pinggir landasan keretapi. Mungkin orang yang tahu kewujudan bom itu tidak dikesali oleh sesiapa akan matinya. Tetapi bagaimana dengan penumpang yang lain? Orang kampung di tepi landasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanggupkah menghadapi ke semua mereka dan waris-waris mereka di akhirat kelak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112121954889767595?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112121954889767595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112121954889767595&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112121954889767595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112121954889767595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/jangan-menipu.html' title='Jangan Menipu'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112084149797557890</id><published>2005-07-09T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:08:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/SYIRA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yup! It's our very own 11 heaven K-Ozist! Guess who????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;macam kucing... quiet but u'll find out the fire within once the border's crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendly but meticulously careful (???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diminati? hmm..... hmmm..... oleh siapa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112084149797557890?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112084149797557890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112084149797557890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112084149797557890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112084149797557890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/teka-lagi.html' title='Teka Lagi'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112075156559262696</id><published>2005-07-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:06:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days... Now... Tomorrow...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/memory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Those were the days! Such happy times. The team was good. The environment was good. The money was good. Everything was good. And most importantly... everybody was a good friend to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only true friends remain friends. Other things have changed. Those were the days. Now are the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what tomorrow would be...................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112075156559262696?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112075156559262696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112075156559262696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112075156559262696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112075156559262696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/those-days-now-tomorrow.html' title='Those Days... Now... Tomorrow...?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112065549565646669</id><published>2005-07-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:11:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Sad..So Sad..Its a Sad-Sad Situation..</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!! First time tulis dalam blog nie.. hehehehe. Hello. Pertama sekali, Guano mung Baz? Lu asal rampas tempat Jan nie? Dah puas hidup? Nanti aku balik, kita buat perhitungan..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1hb Julai.. sampai2 jer. Musibah dah datang.. maybe tak baca bismillah masa naik teksi. Takpun..memang sbb aku nie tak bayar zakat2 lain..so Tuhan tarikla rezeki yang ada. Redha. Mudahan2 ada hikmah di sebalik kejadian tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk2 rumah, astaghfirullah.. bilik yang aku duduk dulu dah terbakar. Hangus. Kesian la En. Osman.. Habis baju dia satu beg..selai sepinggang. Hehehe. ("Ada geng aku kat sini").. " Sabar la Munir, abe Man hari tu pun first day gok..tok sempat nok tido. dok sedap2 borak ngan Raihan.. bau hangit.. Ya Rabbi!.. Api! Reihan dah kelibut..lari keluar rumah, muntah..sbb asap... abe Man tarik tilam..bawak keluar.. siram air.. Pukul 4 baru tido..takut2 ada api lagi.." Kesian! Dugaan! Cubaan! lagi teruk dia kena dari aku.. "Takpola abe Man.. sabor jerla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari senin.. masuk ofis agen. Mr. Top nama diberi.. Tinggi.. kaler..? errrrr! "Heelo Mr. Munir, sorry to hear ur story".. Kelat jer aku senyum. Ingatkan nak hepi2 la first day kerja.. terus di tanya. "Did u bring with u the documents for the JV Co.?".. haaa? apa nie? Citernya gini: Hari tu TASOS dah datang..dah sign JV Agreement tu..(tak bagitahu pung!). Dah citer pasal nak buat kampeni..bla3! Rupanya..Semua dokumen tu Reihan dah amik..! Balik senyap2!! Ore KL tak tahu!.. Melopong aku kat sini. Apa aku nak jawab ngan partner hitam nie... Errr.." Mr. Top.. Reihan is still working on that".. I'll call him afterwards to ask for the status".. P.....k. Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Reihan tak dpt di kesan.. Haru betul!.. Panas! Tebal Muka!.. takper. Misi aku sekrg kena buat repot kt BP Senegal..kena la ajak minah black..kerani kat sini teman. Pasai kawe tok gheti kecek Perancis...Bla3.. Esok datang lagi. Tak settle lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie..selasa 6hb. Dapat kabar tak indah lagi sekali. Maybe kena tido luar rumah sbb sewa dah 2 bulan tak bayaq! P.....K. Excuse me! Astaghfirullah!.. Pitih takdok nok sewo hotel! Guano? Komo? Macam mana? Kaifa? En. Hashim dok la kirim sms mintak duitn sewa.. takder reply! Dah berbuih mulut dia maki!..."Ttttttttttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttt". Huh! Pukul 2 dah..sekali lagi hamba nak berangkat ke BP Senegal.. ada majlis penyerahan sijil repot kehilangan beg.. Kuang3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112065549565646669?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112065549565646669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112065549565646669&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112065549565646669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112065549565646669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-sadso-sadits-sad-sad-situation.html' title='Its Sad..So Sad..Its a Sad-Sad Situation..'/><author><name>munir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126872386594739956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112044990418618487</id><published>2005-07-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:05:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song That Makes My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I feel so lucky loving her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tell me, what else is magic for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She thinks it's better left unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She makes her mind up at a glance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It really made a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I seem to be unconditionally hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's like a new girl every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And all the rest don't bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm far too busy loving her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'll never be lonely now I know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She fills my heart with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She makes my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She just has to smile to blow my cares away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She just has to touch my hand to make me stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's all good lovin' at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's all good lovin' at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's all good lovin' at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's all good lovin' at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Our love was unintentional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She says we're not responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She thinks with her chin up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She always makes uncommon sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Always knows just what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She always takes me unawares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In less time than it takes to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm here and there you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We never fought in any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I feel so lucky loving her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tell me, what else is magic for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She thinks it's better left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She makes her mind up at a glance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It really made a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I seem to be unconditionally hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's like a new girl every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And all the rest don't bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm far too busy loving her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She's all good lovin' at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-syir-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112044990418618487?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112044990418618487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112044990418618487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112044990418618487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112044990418618487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/song-that-makes-my-day.html' title='A Song That Makes My Day'/><author><name>Syir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05943788889670204003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.epinions.com/images/opti/75/65/1587884631-books-resized200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112027201518972175</id><published>2005-07-02T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:40:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuda....kopi satu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Poyo haus dia nak minum kopi, so dia pun nak suruhlah kuda-kuda dia buat kopi. Poyo pun cakap kat kuda A, ko buatkan aku kopi segelas, aku nak minum panas-panas, buat sekarang. Lepas tu kuda B lalu depan si Poyo. Si Poyo pun cakap.....ehh B, kau buatkan aku air kopi satu gelas, aku nak minum masa tengah panas-panas, kau buat sekarang. Lepas tu datang pulak kuda C (yang sebenarnya nak jumpa si Poyo pasal nak tanya benda lain) si Poyo pun cakap kat kuda C, emm...C, kau buatkan aku air kopi satu gelas, aku nak minum masa tengah panas-panas, kau buat sekarang. Pas tu Poyo pun nak pergi bilik air, terserempak dengan kuda D, Poyo pun cakap kat D,..D, kau buatkan aku air kopi satu gelas, aku nak minum masa tengah panas-panas, kau buat sekarang. Lepas tu  si Poyo keluar dari bilik air dia terserempak dengan si E, Poyo pun cakap dengan E, E..kau buatkan aku air kopi satu gelas, aku nak minum masa tengah panas-panas, kau buat sekarang. So si kuda A,B,C,D dan E pun masing2 buatlah kopi. Tapi depa semua tak tahu yang masing2 dapat same instruction dari si Poyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila kopi2 tu semua dah siap, maka sekor2 kuda pun masuklah bilik si Poyo sebab nak bagi kopi yang depa dah buat tadi, sekor2 cakap dgn si Poyo 'ni kopi yg tuan nak tadi'.  Sekali Poyo tengok kopi sampai 5 gelas daa...pas tu Poyo cakap kat depa..tak pe hang letak kat atas meja. Pas tu si Poyo terus blah, segelas kopi pun dia tak minum. 2 hari lepas tu barulah si Poyo ni masuk balik ke bilik dia, pas tu dia tengok ada 5 gelas kopi kat atas meja dia, then baru dia teringat 2 hari lepas dia ada suruh kuda2 buat kopi...so dia pun minumlah kopi tu satu per satu. Bila dia minum je..dia rasa kopi tu dah sejuk..Poyo pun cakap..'cis aku nak kopi panas, ni kopi sejuk'. Dia rasa gelas lagi satu 'ni pun sejuk'. Dia rasa yang lelain pun semua dah sejuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pas tu si Poyo pun panggil semua kuda2 masuk miting. Dia pun cakap, aku suruh hang buat kopi panas bukan kopi sejuk. Salah satu kuda pun cakap, 'tapi tuan...kopi tu dah 2 hari kami buat, so memanglah dah sejuk.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baghal ekk si Poyo ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112027201518972175?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112027201518972175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112027201518972175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112027201518972175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112027201518972175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/kudakopi-satu.html' title='Kuda....kopi satu'/><author><name>Mr Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041417714971244053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112026932307393236</id><published>2005-07-02T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:55:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S A B A R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernah tengok citer Sabarudin Tukang Kasut? Dalam tu P. Ramlee ada nyanyi lagu berjudul Sabar. Ni lagunya, tapi liriknya aku tukar laaaa........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sabar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginikah derita&lt;br /&gt;Hai nasib pekerja kat sini&lt;br /&gt;Bulan dah bertukar&lt;br /&gt;Masih belum dapat gaji&lt;br /&gt;Camane&lt;br /&gt;Nak pergi joli&lt;br /&gt;Apakan daya&lt;br /&gt;Berhutang ceti&lt;br /&gt;Duit kereta&lt;br /&gt;Blom bayar lagi&lt;br /&gt;Minggu depan&lt;br /&gt;Aku jalan kaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mana keadilan&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku harap-harapkan&lt;br /&gt;Tokey masih jutawan&lt;br /&gt;Aku anak beranak&lt;br /&gt;Kebulur tak makan&lt;br /&gt;Disuruh kerja&lt;br /&gt;Sampai pukul sembilan&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan gaji&lt;br /&gt;Tak mampu lunaskan&lt;br /&gt;Inikah&lt;br /&gt;Yang dipanggil insan&lt;br /&gt;Atau sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Dialah syaitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapakah tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Rasa malu pada kita&lt;br /&gt;Dikerahnya bekerja&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan gaji&lt;br /&gt;Tak bayar juga&lt;br /&gt;Dah hilang&lt;br /&gt;Rasa percaya&lt;br /&gt;Kini dah rasa&lt;br /&gt;Menyampah pula&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tunggu&lt;br /&gt;Lebih lama&lt;br /&gt;Nyampah bertukar&lt;br /&gt;Jadi benci pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112026932307393236?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112026932307393236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112026932307393236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112026932307393236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112026932307393236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/07/s-b-r.html' title='S A B A R'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112011438896554238</id><published>2005-06-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:53:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Life is about change. Sometimes it's painful, Sometimes it's beautiful, but most of the time, it's both"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lana Lang, Smallville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112011438896554238?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112011438896554238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112011438896554238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112011438896554238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112011438896554238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112011111287512867</id><published>2005-06-30T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:58:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look Of Love</title><content type='html'>Remember me, remember this song. Love you, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Look Of Love – Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of love&lt;br /&gt;Is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The look your smile can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;The look of love&lt;br /&gt;Is saying so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than just words could ever say&lt;br /&gt;And what my heart has heard&lt;br /&gt;Well it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Feel my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;How long I have waited&lt;br /&gt;Waited just to love you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the look of love&lt;br /&gt;It's in your face&lt;br /&gt;A look that time can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let this be just the start&lt;br /&gt;Of so many nights like this&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a lover's vow&lt;br /&gt;And then seal it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112011111287512867?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112011111287512867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112011111287512867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112011111287512867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112011111287512867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-of-love.html' title='The Look Of Love'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-112001125135632274</id><published>2005-06-29T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:14:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>Somebody sent me an email with the following article. I find the article so intriguing and should be shared with others. I'm so sorry I don't know who originally wrote this, but whoever that person is, let me tell you this: &lt;b&gt;THIS IS GOOD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;"EVERY moment in life, we are faced with a choice. Which should command our preference - the demands of our job or the duties to our family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a board meeting today at the same hours that our son graduates from school, where should we go - to the boardroom or to the graduation ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have to make a very important presentation tomorrow, so as to advance our career, but our wife says she has to see the doctor on a suspicion of cancer, which appointment should we keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the daily battles of conscience we have to wage, trying to keep a balance between our responsibility to earn a living and our opportunity to live a life. And our choices invariably reveal who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our preferences indicate our true character. Our priorities are the best indicators of our real identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What profits success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many of you out there would go for career on the pretension that after all, you are doing all these for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you, dear readers, would rather become outstanding employees, model personnel instead of being doting fathers or loving husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you would opt to perform exceedingly well in the office even if you work 12 to 16 hours a day, going home only to change clothes or catch a few hours of sleep. But what for? At the end of the day, what have you accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What profits a highly successful professional or wealthy businessman if ultimately, he loses his family, wrecks his marriage or dishonors the name he will leave to his children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has a rich man accomplished if he has built a fortune and founded conglomerates of highly profitable companies and yet drives his own wife to vices or infidelity, his children to drugs and delinquency and himself to spiritual decay and total burnout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you. The evidence is overwhelming and irreversible. Families are shattered. Marriages are broken. Lives are reduced to utter emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as man advances in wealth and success, he deteriorates on the basic standards of joy, peace and serenity. As we all compete and struggle for power and possessions, we often neglect what really matters most. In our insatiable mania for supremacy over the rest, we often forget the most important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will respect your choice. But as for me, my priorities are clear. Between career and family, I will always go for family. I can forego that board meeting and earn the ire of my boss or make a bad impression on my peers. But I shall not inflict a lifetime trauma on my son by sending him alone to graduate without his dad. I can forget that business presentation and lose a valued client or waste a career promotion, but I cannot leave my wife alone in her moments of anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should a well-known public figure commit suicide given all his fame and fortune? Can his wealth and wisdom compensate for ruptures in his relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should a wife of a famous politician commit adultery with the family driver? Is it lust or vain fixation for the pleasures of the flesh? Or is it the pain of being neglected and ignored by the husband she used to adore? Why should a son cut his wrist or a daughter drink poison despite all the luxuries and pleasures they are showered with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can money replace love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can pleasure take the place of affections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age of top line technology and convenience gadgets, why are humans talking to computers rather than with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we retrenching people and replacing them with robots and machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have we lost the simple joys of nurturing relationships with bank tellers because we have replaced them with ATMs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, with all our cells, e-mails, Internets, websites or the endemic texting, are we no longer communicating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are family members no longer talking to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To succeed in career and fail in the family is, to me, the ultimate hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Grisham, that famous author of legal fictions wrote "The Testament," which tells of a highly successful industrialist who made billions of dollars but lost his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first 10 pages of the novel, he jumped to his death from his multi-story building in front of his self-centered children. By his will, he disinherited all of them and bequeathed his entire estate to an illegitimate daughter who refused to accept it. That is the ultimate irony; those who lusted for money lost it. Those who were given all the money refused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all his dozen masterpieces, Grisham tells us about the importance of family. "A Time to Kill" tells of a father who went to jail for killing his daughter's rapists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we who are simple folks should learn from the mistakes of others. We should straighten our lives and put our priorities in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you. But as for me and my house, our credo is:&lt;br /&gt;There is no success in a career that can make up for a failure in the&lt;br /&gt;family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-112001125135632274?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/112001125135632274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=112001125135632274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112001125135632274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/112001125135632274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111985492419352798</id><published>2005-06-27T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:48:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menghitung Hari</title><content type='html'>Menghitung hari...&lt;br /&gt;detik demi detik....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana rasanya kalau dah tau yang kita akan kehilangan pekerjaan dan kita tau bila tarikh keramat tu akan jatuh? Sama tak macam menunggu kematian? Definitely tak sama kan? Tapi one thing for sure maa..... persediaan harus dibuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih kengkadang bila terpaksa handle kes-kes cenggini. Kita terfikir tentang anak isteri dan keluarga yang ditanggung oleh pekerja-pekerja organisasi tu. Tapi apa yang boleh kita buat sebenarnya? Masing-masing tertakluk pada professional ethics masing-masing. Yang hampasnya ialah professional ethincs tak semestinya tertakluk pada prinsip perikemanusiaan. Professional ethics tu by itself bermaksud memberikan perkhidmatan atas dasar dibayar kerananya. Jadi professional ethics bergantung kepada duit. Dan terbuktilah bahawa duit, materialisma tu semua ada kalanya mengenepikan unsur-unsur kemanusiaan pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnyakah duit menjadi lawan manusia... bukannya kawan....???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111985492419352798?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111985492419352798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111985492419352798&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111985492419352798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111985492419352798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/menghitung-hari.html' title='Menghitung Hari'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111942180730010941</id><published>2005-06-22T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:28:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Loyalty is what everybody wants and ironically it only exists where there is a relationship - love, marriage, friendship, patriotism, and.... employment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But then the question is, as far as employment is concerned, to whom should loyalty be given? As far as patriotism is concerned, particualrly in a democratic country where it is ruled by a majority party, I believe loyalty is to be given to the country rather than the government. But in a company? Are we supposed to be loyal to the owner of the company? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What about a public listed company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The owners of the company are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; God. They're humans. They make mistakes. And worse, they have personal interests. A company consists of employers and employees. The bigger the company, the more employees they have and the lesser employers there will be in terms of ratio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In a situation where the company is headed by ass****s and they are directing it towards detriments, what shall the employees do? Like a wagon where the employees are the horses and the driver are heading towards a deep cleft, should the horses stop although the driver did not instruct so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, being horses the employees cannot make their own decision. It's just so unfortunate that the horses have idiots as drivers. But what if there are other people out there who wanted to take over the wagon from the idiots? The current idiots intend to kill the horses gradually until there will only be enough horses to feed or no horses left at all to move the wagon. The new driver may not be better, but at least it is proven that the current driver always leave the horses to starve before serving the necessary food. Because of the starvation, the horses have to utilise the food more than what has already been allocated to them. This situation cannot and must not continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The new driver may not be better, but they are not necessarily worse. We don't know yet, do we? How do we ever know? I guess we just have to give them a chance to mend the wagon. Only then will we know how good a driver they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So horses! Let's start kicking now! Kick the idiots on the wagon until they fall to the ground. Then, whoever wish so, stamp on them until they die miserably! Let's prepare the wagon for the new driver. May be if we clean the wagon properly, thenew driver will be impressed and give us better food when they begin to move the wagon toward new directions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111942180730010941?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111942180730010941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111942180730010941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111942180730010941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111942180730010941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111923723506570597</id><published>2005-06-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:47:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/177/6361/150/wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/177/6361/320/wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulasan selari daripada Sam the Great (&lt;em&gt;apsal ko takmo poskan kat dlm ni ek Sam?&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Itu hadiah untuk pekerja cemerlang kompeni kot...maklumlah kita semua macam kuda, kompani adalah wagon nya...so dalam bebanyak kuda tu kenalah semua berlari...jangan kepala je bergoyang tapi kaki tak bergerak. Emm...pas tu kuda-kuda tu kenalah selalu senyum...jadikan ia budaya kompeni...nanti tak de la org luar tegur.."apasal muka pekerja2 kompeni ni masam je..tak de yang senyum" ikut la macam rasmi tokeh..'makin susah, makin banyak senyum'. Tapi kan....yang bawak wagon tu tahu ke kemana arah kete kuda tu nak pergi?? kiri ke..kanan ke..depan kee..(jangan suruh gostan sudah..haru kuda nak jalan ke belakang)..dan...kuda2 tu semua cukup makan ke?? makan rumput jenis baik ke...atau makan hampas je...dan...wagon tu dalam good kondition ke...contohnya, tayar dlm keadaan baik, cukup minyak pelincir. Kalau wagon tu tak de tayar...bukan ke haru kuda2 tu semua nak tarik. Pas tu jangan la ramai sangat dalam wagon tu...sampaikan kuda tak larat nak tarik. Emm..itulah palsampah si poyo yang bagi pekerja sarapan di satu hari sabtu. Sabtu2 akan datang tak tahulah ada sarapan lagi ke tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111923723506570597?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111923723506570597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111923723506570597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111923723506570597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111923723506570597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/ulasan-selari-daripada-sam-great-apsal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111890189605031922</id><published>2005-06-16T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:09:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu</title><content type='html'>Pinjam puisi Najwa Aiman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersemai benih zuriat&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bertunasnya hikayat&lt;br /&gt;Penderitaan yang mula sarat&lt;br /&gt;Bakal ditanggung sepanjang hayat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didik dan besarkan menjadi pusaka&lt;br /&gt;Yang bercambah subur menjemput syurga&lt;br /&gt;Yang layu terkubur mengundang neraka&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti ibu diheret sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru tiadakah pengorbanan&lt;br /&gt;Yang lebih agung dari kematian&lt;br /&gt;Selain bagi seorang ibu yang melahirkan&lt;br /&gt;Zuriat yang dididik menjadi berlian&lt;br /&gt;Lalu berkilau di langit zaman&lt;br /&gt;Hingga ynag hitam bisa bergemerlapan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan keringat ibu yang kebanjiran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada ibu yang mewarnai dunia&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kemilau zuriat yang berjasa&lt;br /&gt;Di akhirat syurgamu sudah tersedia&lt;br /&gt;Apatah lagi ganjaran di dunia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111890189605031922?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111890189605031922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111890189605031922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111890189605031922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111890189605031922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/ibu.html' title='Ibu'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111888669066151206</id><published>2005-06-16T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:10:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have tried to guess this one:&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/177/6361/320/puti2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try guessing these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/177/6361/320/tanam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the deeply buried crying baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/177/6361/320/DSC000072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's this baby with black stone rantai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111888669066151206?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111888669066151206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111888669066151206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111888669066151206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111888669066151206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/teka.html' title='Teka..!'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111871058358619008</id><published>2005-06-14T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:12:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kawan. Yang mana lagi bagus, ada kawan ramai tapi tak berapa bermakna atau ada kawan sikit tapi semuanya bermakna. Bermaknanya tu maksudnya you are willing to sacrifice for them dari segi apa pun la. Saya ada sorang kawan ni... duduk dekat je ngan rumah. Tapi jarang langsung berjumpa, cakap telepon ker e-mail ker apa ker.. tapi bila jumpa jer.. eventho its been ages pun, but bercakap tu mcm baru last jumpa pagi tadi or semalam. Macam mana tu ek? Mana korang suka, kawan yang mcm ni ataupun kawan yang selalu jumpa, tapi sekadar menghabiskan masa jer? Ada jugak kawan yang dia takde pun, kita still teringat kat dia and tahu that dia care about kita jugak. Ada jugak kawan, bila kita call, ckp mcm lama tak dgr berita... etc... tanya kenapa tak call, tak contact. Tapi dia sendiri pun tak contact kita. Ermmm macam mana pulak tu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam-macam perangai betul la kawan-kawan ni. Tapi to me... the most important thing is kawan tu be able to be with you whenever you need them. Biar la lama ke tak jumpa ker, apa ker.. tapi.. whenever you need someone to have fun with, someone to cry to ker, someone to “just hang around” jer.. dia ada. Even if dia takde physically depan you, but still dia try to offer anything to layan kita... best kawan mcm ni.. heheheheh. I have few precious friends that I love all my heart. Dgn dorang ni, I don’t mind if dorang kutuk ker, dorang marah ke etc… They never judge and dorang ni truthful. They support me and if they don't, they let me know. We have ups and downs, biasala kan... But we are so comfortable with each other that we don’t have to be pretentious. We are so comfortable that sometimes, we don’t have to explain ourselves. Maybe sebab dah lama kenal. We are what we are. But the base of any relationship to me is RESPECT, TRUST and KEIKHLASAN (cam tak jumpa equivalent English word to this). Oh I do love my friends. I hope I can find such friends here as a well. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111871058358619008?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111871058358619008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111871058358619008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111871058358619008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111871058358619008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/kawan.html' title='Kawan'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111865829044575877</id><published>2005-06-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:25:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keje Shift Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Heheheh... lama dah wa tak post kat sini... and I am still waiting for Shaff to send something... Moon pun belum post apa apa ek? I am still at the office.. kunun2nyer for International Desk.. chewah.. macam2 kampeni ni.... dulu2 dok buat contracts beratus2 dengan overseas counterparts takde plak yang kene keje shift ni ek? okay jer plak semer contracts concluded.... kalau kene stayback, buat jer la... tapi bagus gak cam ni... leh masuk kol 1 tengahari.... balik lewat tu takde la poblem sangat... hihihihihi.... setakat ni takde saper pun yang suruh wa buat apa apa.... except sorang bos... mintak contract obersi gak la.... tapi dia nak esok (wa dah siap pun). So, semer orang dah balik kat area ni except me.... tak tau lah sampai bila arrangement ni bertahan ek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111865829044575877?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111865829044575877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111865829044575877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111865829044575877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111865829044575877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/keje-shift-malam.html' title='Keje Shift Malam'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111862889886166747</id><published>2005-06-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:14:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dpd web Rel</title><content type='html'>Aku biasa terima emel dari &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Relexjap/"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Relexjap/&lt;/a&gt; dan aku suka beberapa artikel yang disiarkan dlm tu. Ilmiah gak la especially yg berkaitan hal hukum-hakam. Tapi ada satu artikel ni aku minat sangat membacanya dan aku nak kongsi dengan kengkawan kat sini dan jugak tetamu yang ter-eksiden bertandang ke mari. Aku harap geng-geng di Relexjap tak marah aku siarkan kat sini especially empunya puisi yang panggil dirinya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bEdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Siapakah Gerangan Sang Pemuja?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku insan istimewa&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilah.. aku bersyukur ke hidratNya&lt;br /&gt;namun siapakah gerangan sang pemuja..&lt;br /&gt;saban hari mengirimkan aku sms tanpa nama&lt;br /&gt;menelefon sekadar untuk mendengar suara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku insan istimewa&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilah.. aku bersyukur ke hidratNya&lt;br /&gt;namun siapakah gerangan sang pemuja..&lt;br /&gt;terkadang menelefon di office juga&lt;br /&gt;sekadar untuk mendengar suara&lt;br /&gt;namun enggan berbicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku insan istimewa&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilah.. aku bersyukur ke hidratNya&lt;br /&gt;namun siapakah gerangan sang pemuja..&lt;br /&gt;mengirim sms tanpa nama&lt;br /&gt;melahirkan rasa hati&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya aku insan teristimewa..&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya akulah ratu sanubarinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku insan istimewa&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilah.. aku bersyukur ke hidratNya&lt;br /&gt;namun siapakah gerangan sang pemuja..&lt;br /&gt;yang berselindung disebalik private call&lt;br /&gt;and no number...&lt;br /&gt;takutkah dikau??&lt;br /&gt;malukah dirimu??&lt;br /&gt;atau sekadar melepas rindu??&lt;br /&gt;atau mungkin juga ex yg pernah bersama..&lt;br /&gt;tewas melawan badai asmara&lt;br /&gt;kandas menahan gelora rindu..&lt;br /&gt;lantas jadikan dirimu pemuja setia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~bEdi090605~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111862889886166747?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111862889886166747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111862889886166747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111862889886166747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111862889886166747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/dpd-web-rel.html' title='dpd web Rel'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111862580994689444</id><published>2005-06-13T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:23:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF3 vs Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mawi...Mawi...Mawi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alahaiii...Mawi lupa lirik lagi...tapi suara tetap power! Pada aku, give him a chance, nama pun baru nak belajar, tak patut jadik issue bila Mawi lupa lirik masa konsert AF3 last week. Alaaa...professional singers pun boley lupa lirik...lagi pulak nama2 besar like ziana zain yg salu lupa lirik, jamal abdillah pun lupa lirik, misha omar nyanyi kat obersi lagi sampai tak ingat lirik &amp; have to pull out the song sebab tak ingat lirik nak nyanyi sampai kena mintak maap kat penonton. At least, Mawi tak panic masa dia lupa lirik, just ulang baris lagi sekali &amp;amp; terus menyanyi dengan bagus. Hidup Mawi!! MawiMawiMawiMawiMawi.....Aku tetap soking Mawi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aku tengok Mentor semalam...tough fight sebab Mentor-mentornya Zainal, Ning, Ct &amp; Liza Hanim. Aku suka Protege Zainal...si Pija tu....sore dia fuhhh...power. Protege Ning pun ok si Yanie tu tapi aku lebih sokong Pija bukan saje sebab aku suka Zainal tapi sebab aku rasa Zainal seorang Mentor yg bagus...tengok la cara dia mendidik si Pija tu...at one time masa dia tak boley coach si Pija sebab ada urusan &amp;amp; terpaksa keluar, dia tinggalkan Pija with an instructor to do exercise sambil menyanyi untuk latihan stamina....i salute him, bukan la macam Ct tu...tinggalkan Protege dia berlatih sesorang kat bilik hotel Intekma tu sedangkan dia ke Indon....itu ke namanya star yg jadik mentor...hmmm...hampehh...Aku tengok Mentor-mentor lain semer bersungguh-sungguh mendidik Protege masing-masing, credit also to Ning &amp;amp; Liza Hanim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111862580994689444?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111862580994689444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111862580994689444&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111862580994689444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111862580994689444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/af3-vs-mentor.html' title='AF3 vs Mentor'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111833572629739696</id><published>2005-06-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:08:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panas?</title><content type='html'>Panas betul sekarang ya? Rasa macam duduk belakang peti ais. Hujan pun turun main-main jek... Kejap-kejap reda. Kejap-kejap reda. Tak pernah nak lebat pun. Langit mendung dah baikkk punye tetiba hujan turun macam air paip kat negeri selangor waktu pagi-pagi... 0.15 tps (titis per second). Pastu berenti pulak hujan tu... pun mcm air paip kat negeri selangor jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masa aku kat UK time winter dulu... adoi... rasa mcm nak terbang je balik Malaysia! Sejuknya ya Allah ya Tuhan...!!! Jgn kata nak kuar rumah, nak turun dari katil pun takut! Takut terpijak part lantai yang karpetnya dah koyak mendedahkan simen... sejukkkkkkk......!!!!!! Masa tu aku pikir kenapa la UK ni sejuknya macam... macam... hmm.... macam apa ya? Macam sejuk laa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila kengkawan hantar gambar-gambar yg macam ni, baru aku sedar tak sejuk takat mana sgt la UK tu sebenarnya. Tak pernah lagi sepanjang aku kat UK aku nampak fenomena camni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/Kazakhstan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/Kazakhstan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau korang ada gambar-gambar fenomena yang melampau camni, kongsi la kat sini. Lagi bagus kalau bagitau kat mana dan bila, dan citerkan la sket kenapa jadi camtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah berminat nak jadi pengkaji alam sekitar pulak skg memandangkan keadaan tgh pokai kering skg kan... Kaji alam sekitar tu kan ke jauh lebih baik dpd jadi assassin dan tuju senapang ke mortar ke haper ke kat kepala org2 tertentu kat sini? Agaknya pasal tu diorang nak pastikan kita miskin - supaya kita tak mampu nak upah assassin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar diri pulak yang diorang tu sebenarnya dibenci oleh makhluk sejagat... asyik kena sumpahan org2 sendiri, patutlah terlungkup dan tersimpang di balik Katong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. tetiba citer pasal spesis haiwan jadian pulak... sowiii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik kepada citer apa ya? Oh ya! Citer alam sekitar. Aku dah suka tengok gunung-ganang sekarang sebab mesti mengingatkan aku pada kampung. Sonotnya balik kampung lalu highway tu sebab dpt tgk gunung-ganang, especially yg dekat dgn plaza tol tu. Tol? Tu pun satu hal lagik! Naik je memanjang! Petrol pun naik! Ayam pun! Siapa yang naikkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... melalut lagi... kenapa ya? Oh ya! Sebab kekasih takda di sisi sekarang....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111833572629739696?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111833572629739696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111833572629739696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111833572629739696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111833572629739696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/panas.html' title='Panas?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111830482302317120</id><published>2005-06-09T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:13:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduh!</title><content type='html'>Nukilan gaji tak dapat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh! Sakitnya kepala&lt;br /&gt;Fikirkan nasib yang tak kemana&lt;br /&gt;Hari hari tetap setia&lt;br /&gt;Tapi balasannya mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi yang mengata&lt;br /&gt;Oh ia akan menjelma&lt;br /&gt;Sabar, takde la lama&lt;br /&gt;Minggu depan cuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakan daya&lt;br /&gt;Hati ku sengsara&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bagaikan papa&lt;br /&gt;Menagih duit dari mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi la orang kaya&lt;br /&gt;Asyik je berbelanja&lt;br /&gt;Kitaorg ni mcm mana&lt;br /&gt;Oi DUIT AKU MANA???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111830482302317120?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111830482302317120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111830482302317120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111830482302317120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111830482302317120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/aduh.html' title='Aduh!'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111815283069488723</id><published>2005-06-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:00:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERR... BANTAI JELA...</title><content type='html'>i am just givin it a try.. . err .. .. seronok gak leh masuk dlm ni ekk. so.. ape aku nak tulih ni. aku pun tak tau sangat la. nanti la bile ade idea... kepala hotak aku tgh buntu mcm mohaz tadi... err.. sila komen ekk tulisan ku yg tk seperti mananya ini...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111815283069488723?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111815283069488723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111815283069488723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111815283069488723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111815283069488723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/err-bantai-jela.html' title='ERR... BANTAI JELA...'/><author><name>Dubuk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12169574859944966569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bludotlogix.com/sabisabi/lion/lion07_hyena_jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111812558440360210</id><published>2005-06-07T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:15:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who??</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="8b5e383e"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm dah lama plan nak buat benda ni tapi tertangguh2 sebab korang la ni... tak kasi2 lagi gambar.. baru kita ngan sorang ni je yang ada kasi...Tapi apa2 pun... this is the first of the series... heheheheh guess who's that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: tuan punya diri tak payah la teka....eh eh korang... tgk gambar blakang tu... kalah g-string la.. kuikuikuikuikui.. maafla gambar ni besar.. ni percubaan jek.. hehehehhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="685" src="http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/puti2.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111812558440360210?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111812558440360210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111812558440360210&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111812558440360210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111812558440360210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who??'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111812464343552033</id><published>2005-06-07T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:10:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahahahha ni dah masuk dalam khayal khayal.. but since this is our beloved page.. nakkkkk jugak letak ni kat sini.. heheheheh jangan mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tragic Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a simple boy&lt;br /&gt;So confused and coy&lt;br /&gt;Searching for his existence&lt;br /&gt;In the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man came&lt;br /&gt;Found the boy his place&lt;br /&gt;Not in his desert home he says&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere outerspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would he know?&lt;br /&gt;That he’ll be a hero one day&lt;br /&gt;The One, they called him&lt;br /&gt; Balance to the force, he is supposed to bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small boy alone in a strange city&lt;br /&gt;Far from his mother and homesick&lt;br /&gt;Seeking something he is yet to understand&lt;br /&gt;But oh so curious, he don’t have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept companionship from a master and a friend&lt;br /&gt;Still not enough from a boy far from his land&lt;br /&gt;He longs for a woman’s love and touch&lt;br /&gt;Then he met a lady, much older than his age&lt;br /&gt;“Are you an angel?” innocently he asked&lt;br /&gt;Creating a smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a funny little boy” she had said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a great student he is&lt;br /&gt;Much to the admiration of his master&lt;br /&gt;A great bond existed between them&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it would not last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly in love with the angel lady&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way he is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;A lady with power, a boy with great responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Secretly married they have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a tragic hero had he become&lt;br /&gt;Beyond his conscience and morality&lt;br /&gt;For the simplest reason known in existence&lt;br /&gt;So noble and yet foolish&lt;br /&gt;To save the one he loves that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around him crumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the sake of the one he loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it is true after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The greatest love moves people to madness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a classic story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a one man journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found his glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still not enough in his diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falls down easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All because of greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -jan 250505 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111812464343552033?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111812464343552033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111812464343552033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111812464343552033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111812464343552033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/tragic-hero.html' title='Tragic Hero'/><author><name>carebear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://asia.geocities.com/nurjahanak/image_605_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111807063179477597</id><published>2005-06-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:21:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingin Diulangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Huh? Bertukar lagi langsir kita! Hehehehe.... best! Best! Something new every time I log in. Khas untuk Moon, selamat kembali. Now we're all back again! Dubuk? Hang bila nak mai sini? Pasai apa aku tanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/Iftar~2Nov04~007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/Iftar%7E2Nov04%7E007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasainya, aku teringin sangat nak ulangi pengalaman macam dalam gambaq ni! Dalam keadaan haru-biru dan tensen tahap sidratul muntaha ni (eh? aku sorang je ke yg rasa tensen sampai tahap cenggini?), aku rasa kita perlu release sesama kita sampai lupa daratan... oh what the heck! Mari kita release tensen sampai lupa lautan sekalipun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau gaji blom masuk. Persetankanlah dengan gaji tu! Dah perabih sewa ofis dan beli perabot kat Sharjah. Bagus gak tu. Lepas ni Dubai bukan sekadar blacklist P** tapi jugak B**. Habis seluruh kaum-kerabat tokey tak lepas masuk ke situ. Hah! Kalau dah nak ke mana-mana pun tak buleh, dipersilakanlah dok beristirehat kat Sungai Buloh je... Ada satu suite untuk VIP yang dah kosong tahun lepas atas ikhsan PM Pak Lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amacam? Sementara kita masih bersama? Why not? Masuk je gaji untuk bulan... bulan... hmm... aku pun sampai dah lupa untuk bulan berapa punya gaji dah sekarang nih..... Ah! Tak kisahlah untuk gaji bulan yang mana satu... bulan lima ke bulan empat ke bulan enam ke bulan sabit ke... gaji jek, kita on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111807063179477597?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111807063179477597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111807063179477597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111807063179477597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111807063179477597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/ingin-diulangi.html' title='Ingin Diulangi'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111804931127633950</id><published>2005-06-06T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:15:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Realiti Dan Fantasi</title><content type='html'>I quote dari cerita tuk sheikh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;citernya..dulu masa sy mula2 pergi takder ofis.. kerja sumer kat apartment si AZS tu..lepas AZS dtg..dia suruh si maulot cari ofis..dapatla satu kat Panthouse.. 100,000.00+ setahun..dah bayar la 3 kali..so..masukla ofis tu..memang lawa la..macam tingkat 1 nyer ofis. lepas tu..si AZS beli la perabot yang canggih2..berbelas ribu habis..ker puluh..sbb meja meeting yang boleh muat 12 org tu pun dia beli..lepas tu meja staff dalam 11 meja..orgnya ada 7 org jer..memang la canggih mejanya. kabinet sumer ada..&lt;br /&gt;so..kitaorg pun terpaksala masuk ofis..8.00 pagi memulanya..tapi 2 kali kitaorg dtg lambat sbb malam kalau meeting ngan dia sampai kol 1-2 pagi...so..berceramahla dia pasal disiplin..si shahrul azlan siap kena panggil masuk bilik lagi sbb dtg lambat. bengang gila member tu.. lepas tu tukar masa ker 8.30 pagi sampai la 6.30 ptg.. rehat 1-3. tapi selalu nya takder la org kat ofis tu kecuali si maulot..sbb yang lain2 macam sy nie kena keluar..si shahrul kena pergi bank apply loan beli keta..sy kena pergi survey kedai untuk beli komputer ngan pergi pejabat gomen..hashim kena jumpa kontraktor..lps tu dia gak la yang komplen org selalu takder kat ofis.. tu yang letih tu padahal kerja2 tu sumer dia yang suruh. memang tak happy langsung.. komputer satu jer..so kitaorg gilir2 la pakai. komputer..takpun gi internet cafe...&lt;br /&gt;yang haru dan bangang..sebenarnya..ofis tu takleh di buka..sbb BPI di register under free zone..so kena beroperasi kat kawasan sharjah airport tu jer la..sy ngan si shahril anhar la naik turun pejabat free zone nak kena settle benda nie..nak dapat approval. tapi yang paling best sekali, kalau nak bukak luar free zone kena bayar 15,000.00 dirhammmmmmmmmm...kekekekeke. so, sekarang nei ofis tu takleh dia pakai dah..kalau pakai gak kena tangkap masuk jel..sy tak nak masuk jel. sekarang nei ofis tu dah kena potong letriknya sbb sewa lagi satu payment ngakk di buat.. barang2 tu semua pun dah tak di pakai..so..habis gitu jerla berpuluh2 ribu tu.. best kan!! tepuk2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111804931127633950?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111804931127633950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111804931127633950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111804931127633950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111804931127633950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/cerita-realiti-dan-fantasi.html' title='Cerita Realiti Dan Fantasi'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111803690571558255</id><published>2005-06-06T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:48:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELKUMM BAK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon dah balik!!!! yeyey.... rambut macam orang baru balik umrah.... rindu la Moon.... hmmm... kalau si Dubuk pindah KL... maka lengkap la merapu kita ni ek?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, Welcome Home Moon!!!! Mmmmuuuaaahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111803690571558255?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111803690571558255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111803690571558255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111803690571558255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111803690571558255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/welkumm-bak.html' title='WELKUMM BAK!!!!'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111799210765235375</id><published>2005-06-06T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:21:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langsir Baru?</title><content type='html'>Tekezut bila aku masuk blog ni macam biasa. Memula tadi ingatkan dah tersalah masuk rumah orang lain. Rupa-rupanya rumah kita dah tukar langsir (pinjam istilah antubuku dalam blog carriekirana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naper tukar langsir? Tak kisahlah... yang penting isi rumahnya, tak gitu? Anyway, langsir baru ni tersusun sket, organised gitu...hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni aku takde apa sgt nak tulis. Letih sebenarnya. Malas betul rasanya nak pegi kerja sekarang. Company dah nak jadi apa ntah... aku pun malas dah nak pikir. dulu rajin gak mencari idea camne nak tolong company. Tapi pertukaran pengurusan gagal mengembalikan ummpphh..! Lagi menambah beban ada laaa..... So nak buat apa tolong orang jenis camni? Kita nak tolong dia, dia nak gigit kita balik. Umpama melepas anjing tersepit. Tau dah siapa anjing tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seperti yang dijangka, pengurusan baru ni pun jenis pentingkan diri sendiri jugak. In fact lebih teruk daripada bapaknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sesiapa yang kata stupidity is not inheritable.... well.... think again! Orang yang cakap camtu dah tentu tak pernah saksikan apa yang kita saksikan. Believe you me! Stupidity... it runs in the family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111799210765235375?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111799210765235375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111799210765235375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111799210765235375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111799210765235375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/langsir-baru.html' title='Langsir Baru?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111791526810865721</id><published>2005-06-05T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:31:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKADEMI FANTASIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hihihihi... can't help it.. kene jugak wa tulis pasal bende ni coz hendak tak hendak mesti korang2 tengok atau tertengok konsert2 AF3. So, what do you guys and gals think of the new line up? The first 12 are good except for Aidil.. nyampahnyer wa ngan dia ni.. senyum terkemut2.. menari ntah apa apa... astaghafirullah.. dosa jer ek? Tapi wa puas hati la si Mawi tu masuk especially lepas dia bawak lagu Kekasih Awal Dan Akhir... selamber jer wa tengok dia tarik... tak nampak pun urat merih dia.... wa rasa Jamal Abdillah pun tangkap leleh punya lah... M.Nasir nampak sangat sudah teruja dengan jawa ni.... tapi wa sikit hampa la sebab Mawi macam tak excited langsung dapat masuk ni? Dia dah ubah fikiran ker? Tapi macam mana lah ek mamat ni nak seswaikan diri dengan gaya hidup bebas di Akademi? Rela ker dia di pegang2 oleh Linda Jasmine? Heheheheh.... Cakap pasal Mawi ni lagi, I think sesapa yang tak suka genre lagu2 Jamal Abdillah, nasyid and perhaps irama nusantara, memang tak kan suka ngan Mawi... what the heck... suara macam dia susah nak dapat beb.... tak sabau nak dengar dia nyanyi lagu omputih... tapi kalau dibagi lagu Yassin Sulaiman, sure tangkap gelek punya lah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heheheh... dulu masa Mawi tak tersenarai, wa memang malas nak vote sesaper... hmm.. pandai betul si astro ni nak menjahanamkan poket wa yang dah sah sah lambat masuk gaji ni.... dah naik rege plak tu... 65 sen sekarang... tapi wa rasa, komdian-komdian lah baru vote... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saper lagi aku nak komen? Wa rasa Felix tu bagus... yang pompan wa suka cek mek kelate tu, Amy pun okay... yang lain belum menyerlah lagi.... ha.. Yazer pun wa suka sebab sore dia macam sore adik wa..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kat bawah ni wa punya choice, pilihan pertama tu di influenced oleh emosi semata-mata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Mawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Yazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Idayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Reza (this has been changed through edition - wa dah nyampah betul2 dengan si Marsha tu,,, macam budak terencat jer.. dah lah gigi mancung!!) -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ed- 07/06/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what's your ranking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111791526810865721?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111791526810865721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111791526810865721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111791526810865721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111791526810865721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/akademi-fantasia.html' title='AKADEMI FANTASIA'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111790320012027102</id><published>2005-06-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:05:31.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Don't Reason With Unreasonable People"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/tms~014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/tms%7E014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... actually we're still here... it's just that some of us are no longer with us... you dig??? The memories remain, but the activities will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those days when we used to scold each other to ensure that our jobs were done in orderly and perfect manner? And remember how we enjoyed laughters whenever we had the chance to actually sit together and made a fool of the very jobs we were doing? Well... that's who we were... and that's who we still are! We are the people who, though we know that the things we do are idiotic, we still work with each other to make sure that the team wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they think we are a bunch of fools not knowing what we were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck! We were doing exactly what they told us to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, "&lt;em&gt;you don't reason with unreasonable people,&lt;/em&gt;" said a good friend of mine and I've always taken those words to be true. Why? Because he had proven his point - he was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, the next time somebody who you know for a fact that he or she is the unreasonable type tells you to do something, just do it! You cannot reason with them, because reasoning requires brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all victims of brainless souls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111790320012027102?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111790320012027102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111790320012027102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111790320012027102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111790320012027102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-dont-reason-with-unreasonable.html' title='&quot;You Don&apos;t Reason With Unreasonable People&quot;'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111790308526951310</id><published>2005-06-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:46:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/OpenDept_2_2_4%20(20)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/OpenDept_2_2_4%20%2820%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I always hate... when any one of my friends starts to feel bad. Regardless of whatever reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; of them feels bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of them feel bad? And it's all about the same thing? To make it worse, they all feel bad about the very thing that binds them together in the first place - employment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish all these never happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to smile, to laugh, to talk. I hope I won't miss any... I meant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of those...ever...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111790308526951310?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111790308526951310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111790308526951310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111790308526951310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111790308526951310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/missingyou.html' title='Missing...you...'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111789476019155254</id><published>2005-06-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:19:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potong Gaji?</title><content type='html'>Boleh tak kalau company tetiba decide nak potong gaji staf? Tetiba dapat payslip tengok gaji masuk separuh jek. Atau pun tetiba dapat surat bagitau bulan depan gaji masuk separuh. Boleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi undang-undang camne? Kebanyakan orang kata tak boleh sebab dalam offer letter dah disebut gaji berapa dan dua2 pihak sain surat tu sebagai kontrak yang dipersetujui bersama. Okey... fine... betul jugak.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAPI????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa..... tapi... bagi orang yang dah kerja, say, tiga tahun. Offer letter tu mesti bertarikh tiga tahun lalu kan? Gaji yang disebut dan dipersetujui bersama tu ialah apa yang dipersetujui tiga tahun lalu. Assuming selama tiga tahun tu staf tu dah dapat dua kenaikan gaji. Semasa dia dapat kenaikan gaji tu, dokumen apa yang terlibat dalam transaksi? Unilateral atau bilateral? Dua-dua pihak sain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majikan mesti suka bila baca part ni kan? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAPI????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu transaksi gaji tu bukan ke dikira sudah ada persetujuan bilateral bila majikan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAYAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dan pekerja &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TERIMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Tak gitu ke? Jadi bila selama ni majikan bayar kenaikan gaji, dan staf terima gaji tu tanpa bangkangan, bukan tu dah dianggap sebagai acceptance ke???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camne ek? Korang lawyer kan? Sam the Great yang tinggi lampai sampai aku tak sampai tu lawyer kan? Sila explain sket....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111789476019155254?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111789476019155254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111789476019155254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111789476019155254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111789476019155254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/06/potong-gaji.html' title='Potong Gaji?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111746408115082305</id><published>2005-05-30T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:41:21.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nak Ke Mana Lepas Ni?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Camne pun dah tentu mesti ada orang kena buang. Bukan rahsia lagi dah yang company nak reduce workforce. Kompem! Percayalah cakap aku ni! Aku tak bohong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Work towards this is in progress. Orang kat HR in the Group (HQ + subsid) dah occupied dgn benda ni. Name list must be submitted to the CEO by end of this week! Camtulah yang aku dengar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So...? Takperlu berenti keje my frenz. Tapi just make sure ye' all ada safety net. Untuk short term pun jadilah. Apa? Aku cuba menakut-nakutkan? Aku create panic? Really??? Sorry la kalau korang panic... sebab... aku fikir... lebih selesa tau benda ni in advance dpd tetiba caught by surprise bila tetiba dpt surat kata "You're no longer needed by us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bu then again... those yg dah lama kat sini mesti dah tau kan? Sometimes benda yg digembar-gemburkan tu tak pulak menjadi. Tapi somehow aku ada feeling yg benda ni akan jadi... kalau tak sepenuhnya pun... sipi-sipi tu ada gak laa.... Dalam situasi kita sekarang benda ni tak mustahil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Percayalah cakap aku. Aku kan pandai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111746408115082305?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111746408115082305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111746408115082305&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111746408115082305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111746408115082305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/nak-ke-mana-lepas-ni.html' title='Nak Ke Mana Lepas Ni?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111738393780070170</id><published>2005-05-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:39:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanda Apa Sebenarnya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni banyak sungguh orang jumpa tanda-tanda kebesaran Allah dalam berbagai bentuk - corak cuping telinga budak, tanda di tapak tangan bayi yang lahir, kertas dalam mulut bayi, susunan pokok-pokok di Jerman - macam-macamlah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku baca benda2 ni sumer, aku tak terfikirkan apa-apa pun masa tu. Aku cuma fikir, buduh benar mereka yang masih tak mahu terima kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi fikiranku segera berubah apabila benda yang sama terjadi pada aku sendiri. Gambar di atas tu sebenarnya Milo ais yang aku bancuh di rumah. Selepas beberapa teguk, aku letakkan di meja makan di dapur sambil buat kerja lain. Lepas tu bila aku datang balik utk seteguk dua lagi, tu dia! Korang nampak tak? Buih-buih tu membentuk nama Allah! Clear sangat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terkejut sampai rasa nak terkencing! Lepas tu baru aku terfikir balik. Kenapa Allah tunjukkan tanda2 ni semua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terfikir semula. Tak cukupkah semua kejadian normal yang ada dalam dunia skg ni utk membuktikan kebesaran dan kekuasaan Allah sehingga Allah harus tunjukkan kebesaran-Nya dan kekuasaan-Nya dlm bentuk pelik2 macam ni? Kejadian bumi, lautan, angkasa, tumbuh-tumbuhan, haiwan. Bahkan kejadian manusia itu sendiri sebenarnya dah cukup untuk menunjukkan kebesaran dan kekuasaan-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Allah tunjukkan dalam bentuk kejadian pelik dan kebetualn seperti ni juga! Aku terfikir... adakah aku juga sebenarnya sudah lupakan Tuhan? Adakah Allah sengaja mahu tunjukkan padaku juga bahawa aku sudah terlupa hakkat yang Allah itu Maha Berkuasa dan aku akan kembali pada-Nya suatu hari nanti yang entah bila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut. Takut kerana Allah tunjukkan kekuasaan-Nya directly pada aku! Mula-mula aku tak mau bagitau sesiapa. Tapi selepas memikirkan bahawa tanda kebesaran dan amaran Allah harus disebarkan ke seluruh dunia, maka aku siarkan di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga-moga semua orang kembali insaf - bahawa jika Allah terpaksa menunjukkan kekuasaan-Nya dalam bentuk yang pelik, bererti Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui tahu bahawa umat Muhammad SAW ini sudah semakin melupakan Tuhan dan menganggap diri mereka sendiri begitu agung dan hebat sehingga menafikan penguasaan Yang Maha Esa ke atas dirinya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111738393780070170?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111738393780070170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111738393780070170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111738393780070170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111738393780070170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/tanda-apa-sebenarnya.html' title='Tanda Apa Sebenarnya?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111729576318015433</id><published>2005-05-29T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:19:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa Yang Tak Kena?</title><content type='html'>Aku tengah pening menyiapkan proposal yang bos kita nakkan sangat ni kan... Pening rasa macam nak bunuh diri jek. Tapi tak boleh la bunuh diri. So aku pun surf folder aku sendiri. Aku jumpa gambar ni. Cute sangat!!! Cute sebab semua ada kecuali aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/legal~0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; WIDTH: 334px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid; HEIGHT: 241px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/legal%7E0014.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aku cuba jugak cari apa-apa yang janggal dalam gambar ni... sajer nak buang masa sambil lepas tensen. Kalau-kalaulah ada yang janggal. Ada la jugak aku jumpa dua tiga benda yang janggal. Misalnya, mat romeo tak berposing bersama pompan, tapi sebaliknya abang long pulak yang amik alih... hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi... antara jantan-jantan terhangat kat belakang tu, dah tau dah siapa paling tinggi. Untuk mengelakkan dari dicam oleh seluruh dunia, maka tu pasallah yang paling rendang tak join dalam gambar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu... dalam ramai-ramai tu, ada jugak orang yang walaupun lokasi gambar ni bukan kat kubikal dia, dia tak pakai kasut. Mana kasut kau ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi... aku rasa aku tau kenapa kawan kita tu yang terpilih untuk ke overseas... hehehe.... sebab antara sumer jantan, dia sorang je yang berjanggut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu aku terpandangkan pencil sharpener tu, aku pun teringat tentang assignment yang towkey suruh buat ni. Nak sambung buat assigment la. Takut towkey menyendeng sebelah aku Isnin nanti kalau assignment tak siap. Gelilah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain-lain tu korang carilah sendiri... jangan kacau aku!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111729576318015433?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111729576318015433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111729576318015433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111729576318015433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111729576318015433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/apa-yang-tak-kena.html' title='Apa Yang Tak Kena?'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111721885954899836</id><published>2005-05-28T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T02:36:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teori Buduh Aku Tentang Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/Vader_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/Vader_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aku baca kat The Star hari ni...eh....? Dah tukar hari la... The Star semalam ada komen pasal Star Wars yang dikaitkan dgn isu politik di US. Aku pun ada teori gak sebenarnya, dan mcm yang aku janjikan dlm blog aku hari tu, aku nak citerkan teori buduh aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teori aku berasaskan bahawa George Lucas tu Yahudi (tp mmg dia Yahudi pun kan?). Sbg Yahudi, dia mesti akan jadikan bangsanya istimewa, dan of course, baik. Selain dpd tu, Yahudi juga mestilah powerful tetapi low-profile. Mereka ada pengaruh dlm pentadbiran dan pemerintahan, tapi mereka sendiri tak mentadbir dan memerintah secara langsung. Walaupun demikian, mereka bertindak sbg satu unity, individu yang bergabung membentuk komuniti yang powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka adalah Jedi. (kalau ikut ejaan inggeris pun rasanya sebutan sebenar ialah "ye-dai". Orang jerman menyebut yahudi "yuda").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang jahat? Palpatine tu la jahat. Yang pakai selubung tu. Siapa dia? Orang yang asalnya disangka baik dan kengkununnya mementingkan keamanan sejagat. Tp utk menjadi org jahat yg berkuasa, dia perlukan kekuatan yg ada pada yahudi. Jadi dia mesti cari Yahudi yg lemah. Yg boleh dipengaruhi dgn mudah - Anakin. Dan kejahatan Anakin hanya akan sempurna setelah dia jadi Darth Vader - Nazi! Hitler! Hehehehe..... Vader yang menghapuskan sumer Jedi umpama Hitler yang menghapuskan semua Yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Jedi sumer dah terhapus, dia akan hapuskan seluruh alam pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu la teori aku. Buduh ke tak pandai? Aku ngantuk dah ni.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111721885954899836?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111721885954899836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111721885954899836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111721885954899836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111721885954899836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/teori-buduh-aku-tentang-star-wars.html' title='Teori Buduh Aku Tentang Star Wars'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111712157380910664</id><published>2005-05-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:46:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/50/OpenDept_2_2_4%20(24)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/5465/320/OpenDept_2_2_4%20%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manisnya mesra... tak semanis madu atau gula. Ke mana saja dan bila saja, kalian tetap meriah dan memeriahkan. Pastinya berbeda tanpa kalian nanti. Aku nak bagi satu puisi najwa aiman (petikan dari blog aku) untuk korang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ada Ketikanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ada ketikanya&lt;br /&gt;air mataku menitis&lt;br /&gt;kerana sakit hati&lt;br /&gt;akan gurauan jahatmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ketikanya&lt;br /&gt;air mataku menitis&lt;br /&gt;kerana teramat benci&lt;br /&gt;akan sindir cacimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ketikanya&lt;br /&gt;air mataku menitis&lt;br /&gt;kerana marah yang membara&lt;br /&gt;akan perlakuan layananmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun setiap ketika&lt;br /&gt;air mataku menitis&lt;br /&gt;bila terkenangkan tentang kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dan setiap yang telah kulalui bersamamu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Najwa Aiman~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111712157380910664?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111712157380910664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111712157380910664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111712157380910664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111712157380910664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/manisnya-mesra.html' title=''/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111704172836237799</id><published>2005-05-26T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:22:08.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menanti Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hasil nukilan Najwa Aiman yang dipetik daripada blog aku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ina tertunduk lesu. Sudah kering air matanya kini. Tidak termampu lagi hendak diperahkan walau setitis. Matanya hampir terpejam kerana bengkak. Berat dirasakan sekeliling biji matanya. Pedih setiap kali kelopaknya tertutup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ditenungnya Azri yang masih leka bermain kapal terbang mainannya. Anak kecil itu tidak mengerti apa-apa. Tertiarap di permaidani sambil terus melayan imaginasi sendiri. Berdebur pelbagai bunyi dari mulutnya yang comel. Mungkin meniru bunyi desingan enjin kapal terbang yang membelah udara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perlahan-lahan rambut Azri diusap. Masih ada lagikah sisa air yang mampu diperah keluar dari matanya? Tergenang pun tidak. Lalu berhamburan keluhan di mulutnya. Ketika itulah Azri mendongak memandangnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Papa masih kerja ya mama?" alunan suara kecil itu menerpa telinganya lalu membuai emosi yang sedia hanyut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ya," jawab Ina lemah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Lama betullah papa ni kerja," rungut Azri. "Bila dia nak balik ya mama?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sungguhpun tiada lagi sisa air mata walau setitis, sendunya masih ada yang tinggal terbuku di hati. Dan sendu itulah yang mendesah keluar bersama nafasnya, sehingga dadanya sebu dengan sebak yang semakin mengetatkan dada. Tidak sanggup rasanya hendak menjawab pertanyaan si kecil yang masih tidak mengerti tentang hakikat kehidupan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Kalau papa tak balik macam mana?" Ina menguatkan semangatnya bertanya. Tidak pasti lagi apa jawapan si kecil. "Tak payahlah suruh papa balik." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Kenapa?" Ina mengeluh hampa. Kenapa mesti papa si kecil ini tidak pulang? Bagaimana hendak menjelaskannya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Biarlah papa kerja," jawab Ina akhirnya, mengalah dengan emosi yang semakin berkecai. "Papa suka kerja, kan?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Tapi papa kerja lama sangat!" semakin tinggi pula suara Azri. Marah mula menyelinap dalam himpitan rasanya barangkali. "Papa tak rindukan Azri ke? Kenapa mama tak telefon papa suruh balik?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ina tidak berdaya menjawab pertanyaan itu. Bagaimana mungkin dapat dijelaskannya kepada si kecil? Bagaimana? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pintu ruang tamu tiba-tiba dibuka orang dari luar. Fariz yang lengkap berkot dan bertali leher melangkah masuk sambil menjinjing beg kulit yang mahal. Bibir Ina mula mengukir senyum, tetapi hambar benar senyuman itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Tengok tu Azri, siapa yang balik?" kata Ina sambil mencuit pipi Azri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ina," sapa Fariz sambil tersenyum dan mengatur langkah menghampiri dua beranak yang masih santai di permaidani ruang tamu. "Tak bawa Azri ke taman hari ni?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ina bangun menyambut ketibaan Fariz. Beg kulit yang dipegang disambutnya. Baju kot yang baru ditanggalkan pun disambutnya. Berkerut wajah Fariz melihat mata Ina yang bengkak dan mukanya yang sembab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Kenapa lain macam saja hari ni sayang?" tanyanya. "Tak sihat ke?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ya bang," balas Ina lemah. "Tu sebab tak pergi ke taman hari ni. Azri pun tak mau pergi ke taman." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dia leka main kapal terbang dia tu," duga Fariz. "Kan Azri?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fariz membongkok hendak menyentuh kepala budak itu, tetapi sepantas kilat pula tangan Azri menepis. Tersentak seketika Fariz sehingga berkerut mukanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Kenapa dia marah ni?" tanya Fariz. "Tak suka dengan kapal terbang yang papa bagi tu?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azri tidak menjawab. Wajahnya mencuka. Seakan hendak terbalik lipatan bibirnya mencebikkan cemuhan. Lalu tubuh kecil itu bingkas bangun. Tatkala itu Fariz sekali lagi cuba menyentuh bahunya, tetapi sekali lagi juga Azri menepis tangan Fariz dengan keras. Kemudian Azri berlari pantas mendaki tangga lalu menghilang ke tingkat atas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Berkerut dahi Fariz memandang perlakuan Azri. Beralih pula tenungannya ke arah Ina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Kenapa pula dia tu kali ni?" tanya Fariz. "Apa lagi yang dia hendak?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ina serba salah. Harus diulangkah permintaannya dahulu? Harus ditempuh lagikah kemarahan Fariz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Bang," ujar Ina lembut. "Dia rindukan papa dia bang. Tolonglah bagi dia..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ina!" bentak Fariz, mematikan seluruhnya kata-kata yang baru hendak dituturkan Ina. "Jangan ulang lagi benda ni! Abang dah kata dari mula lagi, bukan? Abang takkan benarkan Azri atau Ina berjumpa lagi dengan si Salman tu! Biar kiamat sekali pun dunia ni! No! No way!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sambil mendengus Fariz beredar keras meninggalkan Ina melayan keresahannya sendirian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111704172836237799?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111704172836237799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111704172836237799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111704172836237799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111704172836237799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/menanti-papa.html' title='Menanti Papa'/><author><name>Lampin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bpd-cYvlUc/S5u-CwHHsaI/AAAAAAAAEm0/YrAhlgr78JY/S220/Clipboard01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12371001.post-111700065135405844</id><published>2005-05-25T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:35:10.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kau gadis comel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Belum tahu erti hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kau bagai nuwastu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Semerbak disenja waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lagu hidupmu masih kosong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tanpa nada dan irama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tersembunyi segala rahsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tanpa noda dan cela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Namun gelap subuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Membawa bersama tabir malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Akan menyerlah mentari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tersembul wajahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dengan harapan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Untuk menyingkap tabir zaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bersama rong hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jingga dan kelabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dengan kaki lesumu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kau menapak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Satu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Satu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright - Pootz in Boots 1983 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this when I was 13 and won the sajak writing and sajak recital competitions.. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12371001-111700065135405844?l=11heaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111700065135405844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12371001&amp;postID=111700065135405844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111700065135405844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12371001/posts/default/111700065135405844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11heaven.blogspot.com/2005/05/monologue.html' title='Monologue'/><author><name>Pootz in Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06452238386808994046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkYjiSSAraM/TuB75GqAVGI/AAAAAAAABN8/XQC4pkoGrDc/s220/Puti.At%2BWork%2B051211.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
