<?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-8112867707035400486</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:23:49.938+08:00</updated><category term='Mengayau'/><category term='Makan-makan'/><category term='Ceritaku'/><category term='Cerita Mulah Angah'/><category term='Elisa dan Biniku'/><category term='Antam Saja Tia'/><category term='Andangnya'/><category term='Hari Raya 2009'/><category term='Atuk'/><category term='Hari Raya 2008'/><category term='Aku dan Elisa'/><category term='Siok eh'/><category term='Darwisy'/><category term='Hari Raya 2007'/><category term='Elisa'/><category term='Limbang'/><category term='Ngaleh ku eh'/><category term='Kurapak'/><category term='Cerita Lama'/><category term='Apakan ni?'/><title type='text'>Boy From Limbang</title><subtitle type='html'>... bah, bekurapak tah ketani!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-4483297555262580490</id><published>2010-03-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:39:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bouldermapgallery.com/catalog/images/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 465px;" src="http://bouldermapgallery.com/catalog/images/fishing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-4483297555262580490?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4483297555262580490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4483297555262580490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4483297555262580490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4483297555262580490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-say.html' title='I Say...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-6666326820064890594</id><published>2010-03-24T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:38:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Missing</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I bought my daughter a new pictures ensyclopedia. I bought it because it has 5 translations of languages for each item. It has Malay language, English language, Chinese language, Tamil language and Arabic language.&lt;p&gt;Not only it translate it to respectives character of each languages, it also wrote on how to pronounce it in each of respective languages. But am surprise that of all the items therein, Tamil language does not have its vocab for Strawberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6666326820064890594?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6666326820064890594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6666326820064890594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6666326820064890594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6666326820064890594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-missing.html' title='One Missing'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-716169701389811045</id><published>2010-03-12T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:34:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05r5-YrASmY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05r5-YrASmY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-4278132265334218648</id><published>2010-03-04T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:09:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Almost True</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNnX6XRQBec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNnX6XRQBec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8112867707035400486-4278132265334218648?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4278132265334218648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4278132265334218648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4278132265334218648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4278132265334218648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-almost-true.html' title='This is Almost True'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-8384656024046787415</id><published>2010-02-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:25:51.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With These People?</title><content type='html'>I had enough with all kind of crap excuses given by government officer. Everytime we have dealings with them, usually end up with bad experience and incompetence. I did once having some matter with this one particular office and everytime I asked about my documents for the process which is suppose to be ready a week before, they are keep on saying under process and even to the extent of scolding me for not patient for waiting. Come on!! It should be done a week ago and now they are saying am not that patient!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today I tried to contact one particular officer eversince 2pm. The staff keep on giving the excuse that the officer still haven&amp;#39;t come and they don&amp;#39;t know what time will she come. It could be later because they don&amp;#39;t know whereabout this officer. Now is half an hour than 2pm and still they give me same old crap excuses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No one seems to know where is this officer and they couldn&amp;#39;t be bother to ask around. Meaning, they can just sleep at home coz no one will be bother of their attendance. What&amp;#39;s wrong with these people????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-8384656024046787415?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8384656024046787415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8384656024046787415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8384656024046787415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8384656024046787415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-wrong-with-these-people.html' title='What Is Wrong With These People?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2215844221625449259</id><published>2010-02-22T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:36:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYEG - Simple, Convenient, Secure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have Traffic Summon that due by this 24th. Just so happen that I saw in their notice that payment can be made through online www.myeg.com.my. So I went to that website and been trying to make payment via that site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the payment page opened, it says it need to redirect me to my bank webpage for the payment transaction. It also prompted me that if after 60 seconds, it does not redirecting me to the page, I need to login again and redo the whole process. But after more than 60 seconds I am still at the page where it stated "Simple, Convenient, Secure".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I keep on login for many times, but still no joy! I think this is is the most Secured webpage I've ever since and since it very "secured" I can't even make any payment for my summon. Sighhhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2215844221625449259?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2215844221625449259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2215844221625449259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2215844221625449259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2215844221625449259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/myeg-simple-convenient-secure.html' title='MYEG - Simple, Convenient, Secure'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-3274216591131236188</id><published>2010-02-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:27:41.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Now OR I Haunt You Later II</title><content type='html'>If I were to let the technician go off for CNY leave the other day, probably, my internet line will be activated only today which is almost a week after. As I stated earlier, TM had jumpered my telephone line for my broadband ADSL to 2MB downrate and I am just waiting for my account to be activated.&lt;p&gt;The funny thing is that the day when the technician came, he forgot to bring the modem (lucky that I have my own). He promised me to deliver it to me after his CNY leave which is yesterday. Again I never put my hope that high which is correct. He didn&amp;#39;t deliver the modem.&lt;p&gt;But today he called me and sent me the modem. Oh my! Imagine I let him go before CNY the other day. It will be nightmare for me for not having an internet line for a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3274216591131236188?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3274216591131236188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3274216591131236188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3274216591131236188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3274216591131236188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-now-or-i-haunt-you-later-ii.html' title='Do Now OR I Haunt You Later II'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5989779873519156970</id><published>2010-02-13T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:18:34.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Now OR I Haunt You Later?</title><content type='html'>I applied for a new Streamyx line for my new business and as usual it took ages for them to process. After checking my line, it already jumpered and the ADSL line is now stable. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since the phone line is now ready for broadband, to speed up things, I called Streamyx just to asked them to activate my account. The rest I will do the setup on my own as waiting their appointed contractor or technician will take a longer time. But they&amp;#39;ve told me they can&amp;#39;t do it as their policy is that I need to wait for the technician to come to do all those things which is scheduled today at 12noon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today is a day before CNY and I had a feeling that they will not come. My assumption was correct as they didn&amp;#39;t turn up and neither do they call me. Call up Streamyx and made a complaint and they gave me the HP no of the technician in-charge. When I call that person, he told me that he can&amp;#39;t attend to my order as he already on leave for CNY. Such excuse make me really angry as not only he refused to come, he also  refused to just activate my account too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I called again their call centre and make a complaint. They gave me the HP no of the Coordinator who is in-charge of the technician. Called them and make some noise over the blatant refusal of that particular technician. I don&amp;#39;t mind if that technician call me earlier and tell me he couldn&amp;#39;t make it. But he just left me without words and never had any courtesy to atleast honour the appointment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I do understand he is chinese and tomorrow is CNY, but common, the apointment is at 12noon but not only he didn&amp;#39;t called and I have waited for him to come for more than 2 hours. Atleast call me laaaa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After making that noise to their bosses, then the technician called me and told me that he will come to install it today. See....! If he do his work earlier, which he supposely did, he might not be haunted by my complaint and to come again later in the afternoon. Now, sapa susah???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5989779873519156970?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5989779873519156970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5989779873519156970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5989779873519156970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5989779873519156970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-now-or-i-haunt-you-later.html' title='Do Now OR I Haunt You Later?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-7055315896690895708</id><published>2010-02-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:18:07.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Overly Unreasonable</title><content type='html'>My wife had a toothache yesterday till she could no longer tolerate the pain. She knew that she had to do something about the pain. So I drove her to the nearest dental clinic. Upon entering the clinic, she were asked whether she had made any appointment. She told them that atleast let the dentist have a look at her teeth or give her sonething to ease the terrible pain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the dentist came and told her that the only time they can entertain my wife is in 2 weeks time. I was shock coz no one in the right on mind to ask their patient to come in 2 weeks time for a treatment when such pain is necessary for an urgent treatment! Its like asking a badly injured person to come in next appointment in 2 weeks time for a treatment. Common!! This is so unreasonable!!! I would understand that if the dentist is so busy, but by just looking into my wife&amp;#39;s case, I don&amp;#39;t think they need a whole day to solve it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We decided to look for another dentist and we found few near to our house but still, they are too occupied with other patient and they couldn&amp;#39;t attend to my wife. Then we have no choice but to go to my favourite old dentist which is about 3 miles away from home. Once arrived, he treated my wife in 10 minutes and the pain gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder if my dentist can do some courtesy treatment to my wife, why can&amp;#39;t others? It only takes 10 minutes of their time anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-7055315896690895708?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7055315896690895708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=7055315896690895708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7055315896690895708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7055315896690895708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-overly-unreasonable.html' title='So Overly Unreasonable'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-7805188578644130678</id><published>2010-02-03T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:33:49.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy or not to be happy?</title><content type='html'>All of sudden my car reverse sensors went haywire. Always beeping eventhough there is nothing at the back. Went to Honda service centre and they advised me to change the sensors just to be sure.&lt;p&gt;Upon checking their inventories, they don&amp;#39;t have any stock for my sensors and because of that they have to make an order specifically for my car. To do that I need to pay some deposit which poked out around RM100.&lt;p&gt;Later in the afternoon, my reverse sensors went OK. It does make me happy though, but at the same time, it makes me unhappy too for the money I have paid for something that doesn&amp;#39;t  need to be changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-7805188578644130678?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7805188578644130678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=7805188578644130678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7805188578644130678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7805188578644130678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-or-not-to-be-happy.html' title='Happy or not to be happy?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-9193143193744798101</id><published>2010-01-28T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:16:11.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About 15 years ago TODAY</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Man! Adeng! Nis! Wey! Bangunlaa pegi kelas!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Aku jawap &amp;quot;malas la Meng! Kau sain untuk aku je la!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adeng &amp;quot; Sammmma!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Nis &amp;quot;alang-alang la Meng sain skali!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wey! Kita datang sini nak belajar. Mak bapak kasi duit pegi kelas bukan tidor! Apa nak jadi korang ni!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;15 minit selepas kejadian tadi....&lt;p&gt;Aku &amp;quot;aik Meng! Dah tidor balek? Kau tak pegi kelas ka? Tadi bukan main ceramah!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-9193143193744798101?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9193143193744798101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=9193143193744798101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9193143193744798101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9193143193744798101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-15-years-ago-today.html' title='About 15 years ago TODAY'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-618746201512010918</id><published>2010-01-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:17:31.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Mac</title><content type='html'>My PowerBook Titanium 1ghz PowerPC G4 is my longest serving Mac I&amp;#39;ve ever had. In fact, its my longest serving laptop which has been for service for more than 6 years without fail. Though it little bit of a lower specs, but it is incredibly good as it can still do video and photo editing.&lt;p&gt;However sadly, my PowerBook&amp;#39;s charger is officially dead and neither those technician at Apple Shop can revived from the dead. Buying a new charger for that seems worthless as I need to order it from overseas straight from the source and its gonna hit me with a big bucks!&lt;p&gt;So I have to accept the fact that its almost time for its departure but am still crossing finger to get a secondhand unit of that obsolete charger. Till then, I just let my PowerBook laid to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-618746201512010918?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/618746201512010918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=618746201512010918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/618746201512010918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/618746201512010918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/beloved-mac.html' title='Beloved Mac'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-555664187716088244</id><published>2010-01-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:52:44.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock &amp; Shiok</title><content type='html'>It has been too long for my Powerbook 1ghz powerPC G4 serving me and in fact, its still serving me quite well. Good enough for browsing, simple mp3s download, word processing and even office networking. All of my Mac&amp;#39;s friend have upgraded themselves to a new Intel-based Mac eversince the year it was introduced leaving me behind quite far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I took up photography seriously, I foresee that all new recent DSLR&amp;#39;s softwares are not meant for my old powerbook anymore. Its time for me to upgrade after 3 years holding it back!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I decided to get an iMac. My first thought was that the intended iMac will be Intel Core 2 Duo 2.6Ghz with 320GB Hdd and all with wired keyboard and mouse. I was shock when my friend in ITFusion told me it is more than that!! 3.06ghz of Intel Core 2 Duo with 500GB Hdd and 4GB DDR3 ram. I am still clueless even now. Now I realised that I have left out quite substantial of my life for not bothering myself with the current Mac technologies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, Moorey told me tomorrow is the day that my iMac will arrived. I am not sure whether am shiok state of mind or what. But am sure that am still in SHOCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-555664187716088244?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/555664187716088244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=555664187716088244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/555664187716088244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/555664187716088244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/shock-shiok.html' title='Shock &amp; Shiok'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-6353090097045523750</id><published>2010-01-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:37:41.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night Without Mama</title><content type='html'>Eversince my second child was born, there is no history of my wife leaving me to babysit my 2 kids for a whole day and night. Tonight is the night as she had to go KL having a meeting next thing after breaksfast tomorrow morning. &lt;p&gt;At first, I am kind of worried as my son is actually emotionally attached to his mother. Anything and literally everything must come from Mama, even feeding his &amp;quot;nenen&amp;quot;. I never had any track record of a success of giving my boy rest to sleep at night. And he is now alnost 1 year and 2 months old.&lt;p&gt;However, I may have underestimated my own capabillities. To my own surprise, I managed to rest both of my children to sleep even before 11.30pm just now without so much hassle. But I had to switch everything off including the light. And that make me sleepy too.&lt;p&gt;Ah well, its almost mid night and I had to be on standby all night long as this time, there are not gonna be any assistant for me. Hopefully I can go through tonight with a success. Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6353090097045523750?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6353090097045523750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6353090097045523750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6353090097045523750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6353090097045523750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-night-without-mama.html' title='First Night Without Mama'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2558153512537092602</id><published>2010-01-12T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:42:46.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Had The Guts</title><content type='html'>Everytime I saw a family with a small baby waiting for a bus on a road side, I&amp;#39;ve always had the urge or intention to stop and offer them for a lift. But sadly, it never happen. My mind keeps telling me that it won&amp;#39;t work anyway because people will always put up a strange perceptions and at the same time having some suspicious feelings that I may do something bad to them. Yeah, obviously am unknown to them, then why should they trust me anyway. Let alone to accept my offer.&lt;p&gt;But on second thought, I may be having prejudice thought against them or perhaps, I don&amp;#39;t have the guts to really stop and utter the offers. For whatever it is, I wish one day I have the courage to do so. Perhaps everyone can do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2558153512537092602?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2558153512537092602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2558153512537092602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2558153512537092602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2558153512537092602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-had-guts.html' title='Never Had The Guts'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-7145467794118928584</id><published>2010-01-08T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:20:39.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Concept Of Termination</title><content type='html'>I have an Astro set at my previous home but knowing we will move out, so stop paying the bill. So Astro cut off the line temporarily for amount that still outstanding.&lt;p&gt;Once we move out, I decided to terminate the account. When I called Astro they told me that to enable the termination, it must be made in 1 month notice AND my account must be active. I was like HUH???!!! BIG TIME!!!! This is so ridiculous.&lt;p&gt;Meaning that I have to pay for the outstanding amount first just to make the account active then plus another a month billing just to adhere the 1 month notice before it can be terminated for good. This is really an organized scam work!!! What am I suppose to do with the active account for a month if am not there to watch it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-7145467794118928584?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7145467794118928584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=7145467794118928584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7145467794118928584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7145467794118928584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ridiculous-concept-of-termination.html' title='Ridiculous Concept Of Termination'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-1750152554347155248</id><published>2010-01-07T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:45:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Of A Polite Greeting</title><content type='html'>Am so fed up with traffic jam. Everywhere we are facing the same issue including the place I went to yesterday. I went to one of Kuching shopping mall to survey certain items. But on entrance, there are so many cars and it is slow moving.&lt;p&gt;I was so angry too when some drivers who had no manners were cutting off my line. But upon entrance, while the security guard pass me the ticket, he said &amp;quot;very good morning to you sir!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I was so shock at that time with this guy&amp;#39;s politeness. He just smile at me and all of sudden, my anger just drop off and I smile. Suddenly with that greeting my day was brighten up. I never thought that a simple polite greeting can really change our mood. So don&amp;#39;t underestimate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-1750152554347155248?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1750152554347155248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1750152554347155248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1750152554347155248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1750152554347155248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-polite-greeting.html' title='Power Of A Polite Greeting'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2883993207857323898</id><published>2010-01-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:41:26.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Come First?</title><content type='html'>So many unemployed now as nobody wants to hire those as they don&amp;#39;t have any experience. Of course they don&amp;#39;t have the experience as nobody have yet to give them a chance to be hired. Work first OR experience first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2883993207857323898?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2883993207857323898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2883993207857323898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2883993207857323898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2883993207857323898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/which-come-first.html' title='Which Come First?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2241764681614113517</id><published>2010-01-04T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:21:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Thang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0H5Z_2U0mI/AAAAAAAADeM/WMPk4k9fxEg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fa2FrYWsgJiBHMTEuanBn%3F%3D-787716"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0H5Z_2U0mI/AAAAAAAADeM/WMPk4k9fxEg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fa2FrYWsgJiBHMTEuanBn%3F%3D-787716"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422889651362124386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My favourite girl with my favourite camera!&lt;p&gt;I have DSLR camera but I preferred my Canon PowerShot G11. Small and mobile with full manual control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2241764681614113517?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2241764681614113517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2241764681614113517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2241764681614113517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2241764681614113517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/favourite-thang.html' title='Favourite Thang!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0H5Z_2U0mI/AAAAAAAADeM/WMPk4k9fxEg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fa2FrYWsgJiBHMTEuanBn%3F%3D-787716' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-7770713019782784187</id><published>2010-01-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:46:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahmad Darwisy in da house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxJdF8qDI/AAAAAAAADd0/AtaUnZVGG_o/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc3kgdGlkby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773745"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxJdF8qDI/AAAAAAAADd0/AtaUnZVGG_o/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc3kgdGlkby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773745"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422880571061479474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxJxP8IDI/AAAAAAAADd8/RHB0hZ9vWVk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc3kgYmVlIS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-775253"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxJxP8IDI/AAAAAAAADd8/RHB0hZ9vWVk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc3kgYmVlIS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-775253"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422880576472096818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxKGbd9TI/AAAAAAAADeE/etQzUT_Be88/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc2ggQCBoaXMgY3JpYi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-776406"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxKGbd9TI/AAAAAAAADeE/etQzUT_Be88/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc2ggQCBoaXMgY3JpYi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-776406"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422880582157595954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;His name is Ahmad Darwisy. He is my 2nd child and the 2nd grandchild of my wife&amp;#39;s family. He has been so active eversince in his mother&amp;#39;s womb. As what the doctor said to us, if he is so hyper-active in the womb, he will definitely be more active when he is out! &lt;p&gt;Very true indeed! He is unstopable, very active, none stop action and less talking. A perfect baby espionage spy agent. As compared to his growth with his sister Ayuni, he is much-much smaller and slimmer. I guess there is no words to explain his attribute, but the following photos might help a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-7770713019782784187?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7770713019782784187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=7770713019782784187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7770713019782784187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7770713019782784187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahmad-darwisy-in-da-house.html' title='Ahmad Darwisy in da house!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0HxJdF8qDI/AAAAAAAADd0/AtaUnZVGG_o/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXdpc3kgdGlkby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773745' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3814471869100842149</id><published>2010-01-04T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:29:57.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>I remember my normal first day of school day of the year. Normally I would have atleast new pair of shoes and a trouser. New stationaries and books or even new hairdo. I use to walk to school and normally for the first day like today, I would go earlier. &lt;p&gt;The first day schooling the most important day for us as we normally choose our own table and chair and to choose where to sit in a classroom. We would go as far as to other block of classroom to get the finest table and chairs. Those who came late have to accept to sit up infront of the class (which none of the male students wants that).&lt;p&gt;How I missed those days. Now, we could just reminizing the old days and sending our kids to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3814471869100842149?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3814471869100842149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3814471869100842149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3814471869100842149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3814471869100842149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-819226717898507961</id><published>2010-01-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:28:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Photos on HP during my trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3hkZegFI/AAAAAAAADdA/TgRnzMV5puA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBBcXVhcmlhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786037"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3hkZegFI/AAAAAAAADdA/TgRnzMV5puA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBBcXVhcmlhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786037"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535738688176210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3hwbdEAI/AAAAAAAADdI/6NJfFvIm0Lw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBQcmVzaW50IDksIFB1dHJhamF5YS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-787497"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3hwbdEAI/AAAAAAAADdI/6NJfFvIm0Lw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBQcmVzaW50IDksIFB1dHJhamF5YS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-787497"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535741917696002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3ig1zfII/AAAAAAAADdQ/82zNebd7Cjk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBTdW5nZWkgV2FuZy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-789836"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3ig1zfII/AAAAAAAADdQ/82zNebd7Cjk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBTdW5nZWkgV2FuZy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-789836"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535754913119362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3i6PAKTI/AAAAAAAADdY/aftfVeqXyDs/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYWRlayAmIGJ1dHRlcmZseS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-791211"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3i6PAKTI/AAAAAAAADdY/aftfVeqXyDs/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYWRlayAmIGJ1dHRlcmZseS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-791211"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535761729694002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3jHZm7gI/AAAAAAAADdg/hmJp1BDUGrU/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZmlyc3QgZXhwZXJpZW5jZSBvbiBLTCBUcmFuc2l0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-792444"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3jHZm7gI/AAAAAAAADdg/hmJp1BDUGrU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZmlyc3QgZXhwZXJpZW5jZSBvbiBLTCBUcmFuc2l0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-792444"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535765263838722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3jQqzykI/AAAAAAAADdo/IxlSA2UJvNY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fa2FrYWsgJiBHMTEuanBn%3F%3D-793629"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3jQqzykI/AAAAAAAADdo/IxlSA2UJvNY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fa2FrYWsgJiBHMTEuanBn%3F%3D-793629"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422535767751903810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-819226717898507961?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/819226717898507961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=819226717898507961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/819226717898507961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/819226717898507961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-photos-on-hp-during-my-trip.html' title='Few Photos on HP during my trip'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/S0C3hkZegFI/AAAAAAAADdA/TgRnzMV5puA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQCBBcXVhcmlhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786037' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5627255437296046670</id><published>2010-01-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:00:54.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Break</title><content type='html'>Been a long period without any post. Not bored and neither tired, just having unsufficient time. Starts in first week of December 2009, am so busy packing up and shifting office to our new place. Pack, carry and unpack!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the 2nd week of December, the whole family were too busy with my sister&amp;#39;s wedding. A lot of preparation and logistic for other family members to come from KL, Miri, Brunei, Limbang and Lawas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then come to the 3rd week of December. My sister&amp;#39;s wedding comes to the 2nd stage. It was held in Bangi, Selangor. I went to KL just 1 day earlier for the wedding. Bring along with all the kids for a long vacation too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the wedding, I brought my kids to many places. Zoo Negara, Aquaria, BB Plaza, Sungei Wang, KLCC, Wangsa Maju and all kind of places. Thanks to my friend Apez for lending his car throughout my stay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The 4th week of December, whole of my family on my mother in-law side went for a journey to Taiping, Perak for my wife cousin&amp;#39;s wedding. We drove 7 cars including 2, 12 seaters vans. Its fun! Just a bit tiring for waiting all to arrived. We&amp;#39;ve stayed 2 nights at Taiping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now we are home after 2 weeks journey out of town. Missed my crib and my car. There you are,  4 weeks of excuses for not posting any new entry for the last month of 2009. Well, that is not a good excuse but I will try to post photos here later once everything uploaded here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For that, good bye 2009 and Greeting to year 2010 to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5627255437296046670?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5627255437296046670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5627255437296046670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5627255437296046670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5627255437296046670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-break.html' title='Long Break'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-3265300649685045535</id><published>2009-11-30T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:42:13.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Everybody Can Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;This is AirAsia tagline and it is far from the truth. If you dont have credit cards, then you cant do the online promotional package. If no internet, then forget about longing for internet best ticket online dealing. All these cheap tickets is only possible if you are planing to go somewhere in a year time which many of us doesnt know whether we are able to get a leave or not. Internet? Some of us still dont have the luxury of a personal computer at home more to say internet services. Funny thing is that, once booked online, we cant pay through counter and even if it can, the price for the air ticket is much more expensive. So, I believed Not Everybody Can Fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3265300649685045535?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3265300649685045535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3265300649685045535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3265300649685045535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3265300649685045535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-everybody-can-fly.html' title='Now Everybody Can Fly'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-8337507979389058712</id><published>2009-11-11T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:26:12.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Statute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SvpK8Wgv8DI/AAAAAAAADaI/8rDGdk2Y4ZE/s1600-h/image-upload-9-769764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SvpK8Wgv8DI/AAAAAAAADaI/8rDGdk2Y4ZE/s320/image-upload-9-769764.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is Lillian Too's book of fortune and Feng Shui has anything to do with our Law?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-8337507979389058712?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8337507979389058712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8337507979389058712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8337507979389058712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8337507979389058712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-statute.html' title='What Statute?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SvpK8Wgv8DI/AAAAAAAADaI/8rDGdk2Y4ZE/s72-c/image-upload-9-769764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5511065969611486569</id><published>2009-11-09T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:06:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SveHMy5_INI/AAAAAAAADZo/WE2hU-jzpsA/s1600-h/image-upload-17-787700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SveHMy5_INI/AAAAAAAADZo/WE2hU-jzpsA/s320/image-upload-17-787700.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ahmad Darwisy. Me and Elisa just woke up this morning and Darwisy is crying for milk. So I just let him lie on on my hand and he continued to sleep. Look at him, feeling content and secured. I dont understand and sad, really sad because some people just give away their child to other people merely because they are considered as unwanted. For those who wanted to give away their babies, InsyaAllah I am all willing in taking care of them. Please do not left them alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5511065969611486569?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5511065969611486569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5511065969611486569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5511065969611486569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5511065969611486569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SveHMy5_INI/AAAAAAAADZo/WE2hU-jzpsA/s72-c/image-upload-17-787700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-865380470210146569</id><published>2009-10-28T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:52:07.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Bike Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;It is a hobby. In fact, currently is hit list hobby in Malaysia after DSLR photography. People are really into buying a high grade and expensive bike now just to get involve in this kind of hobby. Most says that its for a better life and health as its promote a good cardiovaskular exercise and at the same time, its a fun hobby with a thrill jungle tracking using the said bike. BUT am just amazed by our complexity till we are not being so able to solve simple problems by using all the resources we had right in front of our eyes. I cant just digest why people love to do or able to do cycling middle of the night even on a rainy dusty night just to fulfill the definition of this hobby while letting themselves drive a car to work or to office every day and contributed a trafic jammed? Guess a trafic jammed is also one of our hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-865380470210146569?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/865380470210146569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=865380470210146569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/865380470210146569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/865380470210146569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/mountain-bike-cycling.html' title='Mountain Bike Cycling'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-4933551496888134944</id><published>2009-10-21T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:46:13.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Kids Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/St8etCEPFwI/AAAAAAAADZg/NvnWF3yB_T4/s1600-h/image-upload-219-772408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/St8etCEPFwI/AAAAAAAADZg/NvnWF3yB_T4/s320/image-upload-219-772408.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is having her dinner downstair right now leaving me with both of my kids. To be honest, it needs a highest strength of either pyshically and mentally. Right now, both of them are playing together. Though my eldest looks like me, but she inherit my wife's attitude. Lil' bit stuborn but soft hearted. Unlike my second, though he looks like my wife, but my Mom told me his attitude and nature seems more like me. Not much vocal sound, but really talented in doing action pack. Anyway, lately me and my wife having a hard time to sleep at night. One being too much on questionaire asking about everything and anything under the sun. The other one is more on a Smack Down action wrestling. Fuh! Sometimes its comforting to have all the time alone with my wife. But having them around, its some sort of teraphy to avoid stress. But for whatever it is, we are blessed to have those two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-4933551496888134944?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4933551496888134944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4933551496888134944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4933551496888134944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4933551496888134944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-kids-around.html' title='When The Kids Around'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/St8etCEPFwI/AAAAAAAADZg/NvnWF3yB_T4/s72-c/image-upload-219-772408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1939100551789697220</id><published>2009-10-17T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:24:06.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelapa Pandan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StnhlSk58pI/AAAAAAAADZY/pdVE7CsiwE4/s1600-h/image-upload-67-745042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StnhlSk58pI/AAAAAAAADZY/pdVE7CsiwE4/s320/image-upload-67-745042.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapa sms aku kelemaren betanya mau inda kediaku banih kelapa pandan. Nyangku masa saja tia. Katanya suruh tanami arah rumah kami. Hari ani dibawakannya 3 banih kelapa atu. Sudah tia ku tanam arah rumah kami patang tadi. Lapas ku menanam tadi, biniku betanya, apakan bestnya Kelapa Pandan ani? Hmm.. Yang banarnya, aku pun inda tau. Antam saja tia eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-1939100551789697220?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1939100551789697220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1939100551789697220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1939100551789697220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1939100551789697220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/kelapa-pandan.html' title='Kelapa Pandan'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StnhlSk58pI/AAAAAAAADZY/pdVE7CsiwE4/s72-c/image-upload-67-745042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1577382289836488978</id><published>2009-10-17T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:37:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;For some, it is noticeable that few of my last entry is kinda lame and lack of formatting. Am so sorry about that coz lately its a bit difficult for me to switch on my laptop with 2 kids next to me ever wondering how to play games on it. Safe to keep my lappy aside I guess. So I decided to choose to post my entry using Mobile Blogger via my handphone. So far so good, but lack a lot of features such as words allignment, mutltiple image upload and other html coding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-1577382289836488978?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1577382289836488978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1577382289836488978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1577382289836488978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1577382289836488978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/mobile-blogger.html' title='Mobile Blogger'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-6502399075254407407</id><published>2009-10-17T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:22:28.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madu Tiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stk4cp_tbYI/AAAAAAAADZQ/XcO1zVvKVbg/s1600-h/image-upload-4-746509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stk4cp_tbYI/AAAAAAAADZQ/XcO1zVvKVbg/s320/image-upload-4-746509.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I sing along a song titled Madu Tiga - Ahmad Dhani version while driving. My son is sitting next to me. Everytime I sang the part that says “kalau dua-dua merajuk, ana kawin tiga!“ he is looking at me with that suspicious looking face. He is only 8 months old when I took this photo. Faham ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6502399075254407407?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6502399075254407407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6502399075254407407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6502399075254407407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6502399075254407407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/madu-tiga.html' title='Madu Tiga'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stk4cp_tbYI/AAAAAAAADZQ/XcO1zVvKVbg/s72-c/image-upload-4-746509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-6379974783208791709</id><published>2009-10-16T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:12:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home in Miri part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stfyrh2YgjI/AAAAAAAADZI/r1vyTYIJkro/s1600-h/image-upload-1-749663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stfyrh2YgjI/AAAAAAAADZI/r1vyTYIJkro/s320/image-upload-1-749663.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days none-stop painting, repairing, touch-	up and cleaning, this is how it looks like. At last, a complete clean and repaired house ready to move in. Now I can say goodbye to this house with a smile of satisfaction as all that are the least I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6379974783208791709?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6379974783208791709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6379974783208791709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6379974783208791709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6379974783208791709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-home-in-miri-part-ii.html' title='My Home in Miri part II'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Stfyrh2YgjI/AAAAAAAADZI/r1vyTYIJkro/s72-c/image-upload-1-749663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5388854920217625666</id><published>2009-10-16T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:02:14.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home in Miri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StfwRWooUCI/AAAAAAAADZE/l7iFhsm7yLs/s1600-h/image-upload-1-727602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StfwRWooUCI/AAAAAAAADZE/l7iFhsm7yLs/s320/image-upload-1-727602.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hari Raya, I decided to go to Miri, my second home town to make my last visit to my house. The reason why I said this is my last visit is that we sold off this house and based on good faith, I wanted to clean and make some touch up to the house for the new owner. It has been 5 years I havent visit this house and last I visited was back in the year 2004. Knowing of spending a few days left having this house, I sort of having a the urges to do my best effort to repaint, touch up, repairs and clean the house for one last time. I still have a certain feelings of belonging for this house as this is the place I grew up. So I spent 5 days here to do all those chores and painting and now it looks like brand new now. Hope the new owner appreciate this house as we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5388854920217625666?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5388854920217625666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5388854920217625666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5388854920217625666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5388854920217625666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-home-in-miri.html' title='My Home in Miri'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/StfwRWooUCI/AAAAAAAADZE/l7iFhsm7yLs/s72-c/image-upload-1-727602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-8030623015727410822</id><published>2009-09-27T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:26:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidilfitri 1430 Hijrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Photos can tell a lot of stories. So here goes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85waSeEMI/AAAAAAAADYE/WmYe3xDLMPk/s1600-h/Jamming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85waSeEMI/AAAAAAAADYE/WmYe3xDLMPk/s400/Jamming.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386087183211696322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamming with Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85v_rfQLI/AAAAAAAADX8/52r2SRHQP5E/s1600-h/raya2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85v_rfQLI/AAAAAAAADX8/52r2SRHQP5E/s400/raya2web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386087176068874418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Portaiture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85vAxG4UI/AAAAAAAADX0/ujIPwh9aiy4/s1600-h/raya1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85vAxG4UI/AAAAAAAADX0/ujIPwh9aiy4/s400/raya1web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386087159181009218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Wife and Kids&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/8112867707035400486-8030623015727410822?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8030623015727410822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8030623015727410822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8030623015727410822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8030623015727410822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/09/aidilfitri-1430-hijrah.html' title='Aidilfitri 1430 Hijrah'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/Sr85waSeEMI/AAAAAAAADYE/WmYe3xDLMPk/s72-c/Jamming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3835942770257558485</id><published>2009-09-18T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:10:31.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya 2009'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramadhan is almost to its end. Hari Raya Aidilfitri is coming this Sunday. So much things happen this Ramadhan month. But I want to share just few of it here. Here goes :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bazaar Ramadhan Chat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in Bazaar Ramadhan few days ago and while walking, there is one girl excitedly approaching another girl and started to chat :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girl 1 : Oiii! Apa polah kitak sitok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Girl 2 : Nak carik barang makan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girl 1 : Oooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[since when Bazaar Ramadhan become a place for people to find other than food???]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buying Kuih for Ramadhan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was annoyed by this kind of scenario everytime people wants to buy kuih at Bazaar Ramadhan. This happen on the first week of Ramadhan this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Guy 1 : Kuih ya nyaman sik? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(while pointing on one particular kuih)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vendor : Nyamaaaaaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Guy 1 : Menar ndakkah????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vendor : Semua kuih kamek jual semua nyaman...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was waiting for the vendor to entertain that guy first before he can entertain me. But I couldnt afford to wait for  that conversation took off to the next level... so I said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Mun kitak sik cayak nak... kitak try lok. Boleh try bah!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Raya Hairdo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my usual place to do haircut. While the chinese dude doing the haircut, I happen to see one particular guy sitting next to me having is hair wash by one of the stylist. But it so weird that he has no hair. A straight case BALD. Both of us went to the counter for payment and I saw a small comb in his wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : Hey, Nice hairdo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He just smile at me and walk towards the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : Selamat Hari Raya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (I forget the "maaf zahir batin" part)... hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raya Holiday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend on FB chat asked me this :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friend : Bro, bila cuti raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : Apalaa lu, cuti raya pun tak tau bila....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friend :Aku tanya bila kau start cuti raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : Of course time raya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Invitation For Visiting on Raya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friend : Bro, kelak raya datang rumah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : OK InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friend : Kau tauk rumah aku siney nak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me : Sik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raya Menu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lady 1 : Apa menu masak kitak raya tok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lady 2 : Biasalah... Rendang, Ketupat, Sate, Lemang, Ayam kari, Daging masak hitam, Ayam masak merah.. bla bla bla. Kitak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lady 1 : Lebih kurang la masak kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah tau menu lagi mau tanya....! Why cant it be any soup, ikan bakar or a barbeque style during raya? Raya menu are becoming cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI TO ALL OF MY READERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8112867707035400486-3835942770257558485?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3835942770257558485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3835942770257558485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3835942770257558485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3835942770257558485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-2009.html' title='Ramadhan 2009'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-6003143801839360593</id><published>2009-09-11T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:06:37.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa dan Biniku'/><title type='text'>Doa Seorang Anak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When is our first Doa to Allah? Does anybody remember it? Coz I dont. But I surely do remember my daugther's first Doa. This happen during the first week of Ramadhan recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;My Wife : Kakak maok pesan apa Mama pulang kerja kelak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Elisa : Ma, Kakak maok makan KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;My Wife : OK, kelak Mama beli InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Elisa : Kenak Mama cakap camya? Mama cakap la Mama beli jak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;My Wife : Mama cakap camya sebab kalau Allah suruh Mama beli KFC, baru Mama dapat belikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Elisa : Oooo, kalau Allah sik suruh, Mama sik dapat beli KFC la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;My Wife : Aok. Jadi Kakak mesti baca doa supaya Allah suruh Mama beli KFC, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Elisa : OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought that conversation will end there. Think again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elisa : Kakak maok baca doa laa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Ya Allah, suruhlah Mama beli KFC untuk kamek petang kelak OK. AMIN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6003143801839360593?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6003143801839360593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6003143801839360593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6003143801839360593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6003143801839360593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/09/doa-seorang-anak.html' title='Doa Seorang Anak'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-9061198554452201302</id><published>2009-08-05T09:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:26:59.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atuk'/><title type='text'>Atuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haji Hamdan Bin Karim is my wife's grandfather. He is a very friendly and the most approachable person I've ever known. He lives in a huge, zinc roofed kampung house in Bau, Kuching. For my wife and all her counsins, he is known as "Nek Haji". As for all great-grandchildren, he is best known as "Atuk".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SnjhUwuj1WI/AAAAAAAADVk/DwkCUPWZL6I/s1600-h/hermzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SnjhUwuj1WI/AAAAAAAADVk/DwkCUPWZL6I/s400/hermzz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366286702805767522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atuk and us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every now and then, family get together at Atuk's place for Tahlil, Birthday and of course every Raya. Atuk's house is actually a rendevous point for all of us. The best time to get to know all the family members is during the first day of Raya every year. It took me few Raya to fully understand and to familiarise all the family members' faces and names. When a new member of the family (just got married to one of the family member) came to his house and sitting alone on his sofa, he will sit next to him or her just to entertain them. It surely happen to me too. Though he is not a talkative person, but he is really a nice ice-breaker of the family. His soft spoken voice and nicely compose words somehow made us (all in-laws) feels the warm welcome feelings as if he is trying to tell us that we are now a part of his HUGE family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure how old is Atuk. But I am sure he is 80 plus years old. Being an old man, he is not that strong anymore. Perhaps, his time has come to pass his legacy to the next generations. Atuk fell sick a month ago and he has been hospitalised since then. He cant barely move, cant eat and neither he talk to us like he always did. Maybe, he is just too old and too tired after all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SnjhGEALVxI/AAAAAAAADVc/VhEFSRdlnNo/s400/%5BRayaKalan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366286450281895698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hari Raya 2008 Reunion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flies. After four weeks keeping his strength to hold on, at last at about 10.15pm of 3rd of August, 2009 (Monday), Atuk passed away. Truth to be told, I am happy that Allah had taken him away because I could'nt bear to see him struggling to hold on his breath and strength just to entertain us while we visited him in hospital. But deep inside my heart, I feel very sad that I could no longer be able to sit next to him, talk to him, serve foods and drink for him and let him play with my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Atuk, may your soul rest in peace... Al-Fatihah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-9061198554452201302?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9061198554452201302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=9061198554452201302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9061198554452201302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9061198554452201302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/atuk.html' title='Atuk'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SnjhUwuj1WI/AAAAAAAADVk/DwkCUPWZL6I/s72-c/hermzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-8108400984521513346</id><published>2009-08-03T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:44:34.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Sleep Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last saturday night, I had a photography job leaving my wife and my 2 kids at home. While on the job, my wife called me that Elisa (my 3 year old eldest daughter) stubbornly wanted to follow her Mak Ngah home with the intention to sleep over at their place that night. Nothing much we can do to stop her. Not even Ice Cream. So I planned to drop by to her Mak Ngah's house after I finish to ask Elisa again to re-confirm her staying over night there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, on the way to their house, I called up Elisa on her handphone (yeah... she got her own handphone ek!) and ask her whether she want me to pick her up for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elisa : Hello Papa, kakak kat sitok rumah Mak Ngah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Aik... tekejut Papa eh! Papa datang maok ambik kakak balit rumah.. OK?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elisa : Sik boleh!!! Papa sik dapat ambik kakak. Rumah dah kunci! Bye... bye.. bye&lt;/i&gt; (she hung-up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dropped by to their house and try to persuade her to go back home with me. Just for the record, she never had a good track record for sleep over at anybody home. It always end up people sent her back home middle of night. But that night, no matter how hard I tried, she persistently says that she want to sleep with her Mak Ngah that night. So I just leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thinking of she might change her mind later, I dropped by at my friend's coffee shop to hang out for awhile waiting for the possibilities. Soon, at 11.30pm, Elisa call my wife asking her to come to fetch her back home. Ahhh... as expected eh! I rushed back to her Mak Ngah's house and upon arrival...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Aik! Bukan kakak nak tidor rumah Mak Ngah ka?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elisa : Sik maok! Kakak maok balit rumah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Apa Papa tadik nak mbak balit sik maok?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elisa : &lt;b&gt;Ya kakak eksen ajak!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : *&amp;amp;@$%#@&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-8108400984521513346?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8108400984521513346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8108400984521513346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8108400984521513346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8108400984521513346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep Over'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-6469262590094244380</id><published>2009-07-30T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:11:09.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Ideal Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and my wife had a casual discussion last night. We talked about our children and daily life stuffs. We also talked about food and places to go and etc. She brought up an idea of being in my ideal kind of life and world. She told me, if I were to be in my ideal kind of life, I would be :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a Japanese wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like to have an English breakfast everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like to have a Mediterranean or Middle East dishes for lunch and dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Live in Alaska&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NICE I told her! It got me thinking... what shall I call that kind of life then?? Perhaps, I just call it "&lt;b&gt;My Perfect Shangri-la&lt;/b&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/8112867707035400486-6469262590094244380?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6469262590094244380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6469262590094244380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6469262590094244380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6469262590094244380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/ideal-life.html' title='Ideal Life'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-76872157293768447</id><published>2009-07-28T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:36:28.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa dan Biniku'/><title type='text'>The Day Darwisy Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is OK to be panic when your wife is having a contractions. For a first time father to be, it is so dramatic and in most cases, panic is one of normal or standard procedure of a parent-to-be. However, for my case, am totally the opposite. Darwisy is my second child. Early morning at about 1am on 16 November, 2008, my wife told me that she is having a painful contractions but however it happens in a long periodically. Seriously, I dont know how is the pain, but all I know, no point rushing to hospital as it still long way to go. Then I just go to sleep next to Elisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At about 3.30am, she wake me up and told me that the time is come. Again, I just take it slowly and automatically I went to the kitchen to prepare for the things to be brought to hospital. No one at home except me, my wife and Elisa (still sleeping). To sent Elisa to babysitter's house is a bit taxing as their house is the opposite way from hospital. So I had no choice but to call Elisa's babysitter to come to our house to babysit Elisa while I bring my wife for labor in hospital. As usual, to call up people in the middle of a night may end up misinterpretation of the message that you want to tell them due to sleepiness. Its happen to me though. I called up Elisa's babysitter's husband that she addressed as "Abah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me : Am going to hospital to sent my wife for labor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abah : OK. If that is the case, sent Elisa to our house. We will wait for you guys.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was like "huh"??? Their house is almost 20km away from our house and it is the opposite way to hospital. Silly me without thinking, I just said "OK". Then it got me thinking, how am I suppose to do that while my wife is almost at the verge of labor? How can she sustain the contraction pain of a journey more than 40km? But I still calm and I didnt panic at all.  I had no choice but to tell my wife that by hook or by crook, I will carry Elisa along to hospital eventhough she still asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wife asked me how am I suppose to juggle between her and Elisa? I said I have no choice as to sent her over to babysitter's house will be taxing and long way to go. I told her to be calm and dont have to be worried about Elisa. At that juncture, the most important thing is my wife. So I packed everything that we need for the labor including Elisa's clothing and her milk. Suddenly my phone ringing. Its the babysitter :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Babysitter : We will come over to your place. You dont have to bring Elisa here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a relieve. Babysitter arrived at about 5am then we departed to hospital thereafter. We arrived at the hospital at about 5.30am and we straight away go to labor room. Just after 6am that morning, Ahmad Darwisy is born. I cant never imagine if I were to sent Elisa to her babysitter first. Most likely, Darwisy will be born on board of my car. Only then I will be panicking!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8112867707035400486-76872157293768447?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/76872157293768447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=76872157293768447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/76872157293768447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/76872157293768447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-darwisy-born.html' title='The Day Darwisy Born'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1957946010558044939</id><published>2009-07-23T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:22:36.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Loratadine 10mg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ada masalah alergik. Macam biasa, alergik aku ni menyebabkan aku rasa gatal yang amat sangat. Tak kira la kat mana-mana permukaan kulit yang mana. Kat kulit kepala, kat muka, kat jari, kat tangan, kat bijik mata atau kat badan. Tahap kegatalannya memang boleh membuatkan aku jadi stress yang amat sangat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masalah alergik aku ni timbul tahun 2000 lagi. Tapi aku tak perasan pun yang benda ni alergik pasal kekerapan kejadian alergik masa tu amatlah jarang sekali. Tapi sememnjak tahun 2002, kekerapan kejadian alergik ni semakin menjadi-jadi dan pada satu tahap boleh jadi tiap hari. Seperti biasa aku pegi klinik doktor akan tanya macam-macam soalan. Tanya aku makan apa, buat apa, pegi mana dan macam-macam lagi. Tapi tak ada pun penyebab yang "conclusive" alergik aku ni. Selalunya diorang kasi aku injection je. Tapi lepas tu.. memang aku akan jadi mengantuk yang teramat sangat dalam masa 10 minit sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuma pada tahun 2003 aku dah paham macam mana kriteria alergik aku ni. Kalau aku masuk tempat ada air-cond dan tiba-tiba keluar kat panas terik atau vice versa, alergik aku datang. Kalau aku bawak beg plastik yang berat, ruam kat tapak tangan aku naik dan menjadi penyebab alergik. kalau aku tergesel badan atau tangan mahupun kaki kat mana-mana benda keras ruam alergik pun buleh naik. Bukan sebab makan atau pun cuaca sangat. Cuma perubahan mendadak atau pun ruam sedikit kat kulit, cukup menjadi penyebab alergik aku naik gatal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun 2004 aku jumpa doktor bagi tau masalah aku ni. Aku ceritakan semua simptom dan karekter alergik aku ni. Doktor tanya aku, macam mana aku tangani masalah ni. Aku cakap terus terang aku makan ubat Loratadine 10mg kalau alergik aku datang. Lepas semua sesi soal-jawab, aku tanya kat doktor tu apa sebenarnya jenis alergik aku ni. Dia cakap Tropical Alergik (kalau aku tak silap). Aku tanya dia macam mana nak elakkan atau nak sembuh. Dia cakap tak boleh sembuh. Kenak tahan sakit je dan betul la aku makan ubat tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi dia nasihatkan, jangan amalkan sangat ubat tu sebab benda tu racun. Makan bila perlu je disebabkan ubat tu ada side effect. Side effect dia ialah menjadi pelupa. Aku baru sedar sekarang yang apa yang doktor tu cakap memang betul. Walaupun aku sekarang takde sangat makan ubat tu, tapi dalam seminggu, aku akan makan atleast sebiji sebab alergik aku datang tahap yang tak boleh di tahan-tahan. Sekarang aku menjadi semakin pelupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku teringat tahun 2006 dulu, aku nak beli ubat Loratadine 10mg ni kat farmasi. Member aku bawak aku pegi kedai tu. Kami masuk sama-sama. Tengah-tengah kedai tu ada rak. Aku jalan lorong kanan, member aku lorong kiri. Bila jalan sampai hujung aku bertembung balik dengan member aku tu tadi. Tapi yang peliknya, aku boleh lupa dan tak kenal member aku tadi. Nama pun tak ingat langsung. Member aku hairan terus tanya aku apasal. Lepas 30 second, baru aku teringat balik yang dia tu member aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, memang betul la cakap doktor tu. Makan ubat alergik nik tak elok sangat diamalkan. Tapi kalau dah tak tahan, terpaksa la makan. Aku kalau boleh aku tak nak langsung makan ubat ni. Tapi apa boleh buat, doktor cakap alergik jenis aku ni tak akan baik punya. Terpaksa laa aku layan Loratadine 10mg seumur hidup aku bila perlu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-1957946010558044939?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1957946010558044939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1957946010558044939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1957946010558044939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1957946010558044939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/loratadine-10mg.html' title='Loratadine 10mg'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-6530897641456345438</id><published>2009-07-22T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:38:01.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Maths In Sarawak Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since government announcing that they will abolished PPSMI, I think this is the best time to teach our young student especially in Sarawak these 2 subjects in our own mother-tongue. As what most people who support for abolishing PPSMI would say, this is to safeguard the identity of our own language. As such, in my opinion, let us Sarawakian do it our way. Teach in Sarawakian language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tok ada sigek masalah kira-kira. Si Piyan nak minjam duit dari Si Pijot duit Tiga Ringgit sebab nya dah sikda bisik duit agik. Tapi Pijot madah, mun nak minjam duit rah nya, nya ngecas Limak Posen, kira kedak cas proses minjam duit ya tek. Kedung Piyan nak minjam duit Tiga Ringgit tek, Pijot merik Piyan Duak Ringgit Limak Posen ajak kurang Limak Posen sebab kenak cas Limak Posen ya tek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isok harinya Piyan nak mulang balit duit pinjamnya rah Pijot. Dibayarnya rah Pijot Tiga Ringgit balit. Jadi soalannya, beghapa semenarnya uleh dak Pijot minjamkan duitnya rah Piyan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am pretty sure that not many of you can answer the question correctly, let alone to understand the language. But we must face the fact that based on the research conducted by the government and as well as research by people, it is better to teach Maths and Science in our own language before it became forgotten by our next generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS:- For those who wanted to know the answer to the above question = it is RM1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8112867707035400486-6530897641456345438?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6530897641456345438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6530897641456345438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6530897641456345438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6530897641456345438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/maths-in-sarawak-language.html' title='Maths In Sarawak Language'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-4922671429294579536</id><published>2009-07-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:02:43.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>CShin Chan (In Bahasa Sarawak)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NDNx7gSgMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NDNx7gSgMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-4922671429294579536?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4922671429294579536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4922671429294579536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4922671429294579536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4922671429294579536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/cshin-chan-in-bahasa-sarawak.html' title='CShin Chan (In Bahasa Sarawak)'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-9216987117889098091</id><published>2009-06-25T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:41:33.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mengayau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan-makan'/><title type='text'>Makan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime my friends came from Semenanjung to Kuching asked me this question :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend : Kat sini, apa makanan best eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku : Apa kau nak makan? Kau cakap je..&lt;/i&gt; (my usual feedback)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I am not sure where is the best place to go for food in Kuching. Its not that there is none, but when we talk about food, especially for those who are not local, you need to impress them, not just the taste, but the ambience as well. In respect of type of food, ah well, its predictable. Being not from Sarawak, surely they want to eat the famous Mee Kolok, Laksa Sarawak, Ikan Terubok, Ambal and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend : Mee Kolok paling best kat sini kat mana?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha! This is the usual question being posed to me. Even if I tell them where is it, definitely they wont know. But actually, I dont know too. To me, all Mee Kolok are the same. The only different is either not tasty or normal one. Thats all. But to say its delicious or what-not, I may reserve my comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However its different for Laksa Sarawak. I know where can I find a good and delicious one. For normal Sarawakian style, the good and tasty Laksa can be found in Chinese like restaurant. Dont worry, though its own my non-muslim, but the operator or the stall selling the Laksa is own my muslim. But hey, for Semenanjung people, they hardly can differentiate Sarawakian's faces. Most of malays looks like chinese too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8112867707035400486-9216987117889098091?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9216987117889098091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=9216987117889098091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9216987117889098091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9216987117889098091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/06/makan.html' title='Makan'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-3855222115808627939</id><published>2009-06-23T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:50:12.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have so many photos of my family (I mean, my wife and both of my kids). But having all the photos in a softcopy data, I tend to leave it in my computer hardrive. So far, I managed to print some of the photos, but I still have thousands of it havent been printed out. Sometimes, my wife asked me when am I gonna print it out. I am a shame to admit that I had a big problem to choose which photos I should print out. Obviously, I cant print all of it cos it will costs me like a BOMB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, recently I managed to choose few of recent photos and made a collage. Then I printed it out at 16" x 26" photo sizes (about poster size photo) and frame it. ATLAST, I did it! So this is the photo:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3623832647_5f009198a6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I have bigger problem... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE TO PUT THIS HUGE PHOTO&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/8112867707035400486-3855222115808627939?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3855222115808627939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3855222115808627939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3855222115808627939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3855222115808627939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3623832647_5f009198a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-708532911975516202</id><published>2009-06-17T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:38:57.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Oh Kasihan Oh Kasihan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sure many of us still remember few of our primary school's songs. I don't have to list it all down here I guess. You guys can have your memory refresh in just a second to remember one or two though. Recently, my borther-in-law gave a bunch of primary schools songs to my Elisa in a CD. Knowing Elisa, she will keep on playing that CD in a car or at home. My wife even transfer some of the songs to her HP for Elisa and Darwisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all understand that all these songs are composed with a lyrics that incorporate of a moral values and a story line for kids. But after a while, I somehow disturbed by the lyrics of one particular song. If I can remember correctly, the song title is "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anak Ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". So here goes the lyric :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu ayam dikejar musang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak ayam cari ibunya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu ayam berlari, terus lari, lalu ditangkap musang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak ayam mencari, terus cari, ibunya yang hilang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh kasihan, Oh kasihan, Aduh kasihan......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if you read it, seems nothing peculiar about the lyrics right. But, read or sing the song again carefully and change the word "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" to "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing with me] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Kasihan, Oh Kasihan, Aduh Kasihan.......!&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/8112867707035400486-708532911975516202?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/708532911975516202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=708532911975516202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/708532911975516202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/708532911975516202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-kasihan-oh-kasihan.html' title='Oh Kasihan Oh Kasihan!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-6520539087020702624</id><published>2009-06-12T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:17:19.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Apa Papa Buat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengah driving dari lane kanan nak masuk lane kiri, aku signal ke kiri. Then suddenly :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Apa Papa buat bunyi ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Papa tekan signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Papa tekan sigal bah nak masuk sebelah kiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Ooooo... Papa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIK KENAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, if listen carefully, there is a joke in our kid's language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6520539087020702624?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6520539087020702624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6520539087020702624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6520539087020702624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6520539087020702624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/06/apa-papa-buat.html' title='Apa Papa Buat?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-5785903162840525187</id><published>2009-05-25T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:22:07.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apakan ni?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Bad Luck In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I was driving back home from shopping for ration with my wife and kids. I was driving on the left lane casually. When I just about to reach a junction going in to my house, there was this Police Patrol car on the right lane. Then the officer sitting on the left seat were showing me a hand signal to stop. Then I realized that I am not wearing a seat belt. Neither do my wife. Hahaha! Of all the day I'm wearing it, only today that I forgot to fasten it, I got busted! S#%^@&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Wife : Hahah! Of all the day, now you kenak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Yup... how interesting can it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Wife : The funny thing is that you are not the kind of a person who will not fasten the seat belt if driving! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Yeah, things happen. Sure kenak Saman this time. My bad anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then this officer went out from his patrol car and walked towards my car and asked me where I am heading to. Then he went to check my roadtax. While checking my roadtax on my windscreen, I can see the officer's face were a bit shock. On haste, he walked past by my door and remind me to fasten my seat belt. Next thing you know, he just drove away and I was like... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am about to take out my driving license and about to admit that its my fault for not having my seat belt fastened! But this guy just took off!!!?? Then I realized that we are only like one week to go for Hari Gawai festive and definitely this guy just wanna get his "chance" to have an "extra" income for the festival. But having my Council's sticker on my windscreen, I think, he probably thought that he will be screwed if he try his "stunt" on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly speaking, even if he tried, he will be okay because I believe in giving him such it will somehow stimulant our economy back to a good shape. Well, at least I have a good intention...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5785903162840525187?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5785903162840525187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5785903162840525187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5785903162840525187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5785903162840525187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-luck-in-disguise.html' title='Bad Luck In Disguise'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-5599202835820616682</id><published>2009-05-20T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:04:36.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>Anganku!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam aku bermimpi tiba-tiba saja sahabat baik aku yang aku panggil Garf telah menjadi Kaya &amp;amp; Raya. Berapa kaya? Itu aku pun tak berapa pasti. Cumanya, semalam semasa aku bermimpi, aku tengah jalan-jalan kat sebuah kawasan apartment (entah aku pun tak tahu dekat mana) dan tiba-tiba Garf lalu dengan memandu kereta Camry berwarna biru muda Metallic. Dia memberhentikan kenderaannya dan memanggil aku duduk bersamanya. Dengan tiba-tiba dia serahkan sekeping cek yang bernilai RM285,000-00 atas nama aku. Mata aku terbeliak dan tanganku terketar-ketar. Aku ada tanya kat dia, kenapa nak berikan aku cek ni. Dia cakap "Rezeki Allah bagi, jadi ni aku sedekahkan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because of this dream, when I woke up this morning, it makes me thinking on how should I spent such RM285K cash if such situation do happen? Few things on my list so far :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pay RM100K for buying a new dream house and balance by way of mortgage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pay all any other or misc loan commitment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Redeem the balance loan facilities of my Dad and my Dad in law's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Furnish the new dream house with IKEA stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do proper landscaping for the exterior and compound of the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extend the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buy myself a new laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;other than those listed, I am still thinking.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So guys, if it happen to you, what will you do?&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/8112867707035400486-5599202835820616682?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5599202835820616682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5599202835820616682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5599202835820616682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5599202835820616682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/anganku.html' title='Anganku!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-8062903622582154584</id><published>2009-05-14T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:18:51.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Paraniod?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but am a bit of skeptical over "Tuition" thingy for an extra education for kids nowadays. During my time, I never heard about it, never attend any of it and couldnt care less about it. However, parents now are so typical. They tend to sent their kids for a tuition after school. Last time, they just sent for the purpose of UPSR, PMR or SPM. But now, they even sent them for some kind of center to train the kids how to do arithmetic at lighting speed. I am sure we all have heard about these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can understand that all parents wants their kid to be excel in their studies. Hearing that their friends sent their kids for a tuition, they also want the same thing thinking that without it, their kids will be left behind in terms of studies. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoid I supposed!!!&lt;/span&gt; To me, like some of other that might agree with me, this kind of tuition center or self-proclaimed genius training center is merely a business that couldnt careless about our kids education. All they want is our money and the outcome is "confused" kids. No one ever cares how fast you can solve a difficult maths problems. All you need is for kids to understand things. No matter how fast are they in solving maths equations or not, but in the end, to understand the purpose of doing so is more important than doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am not good in Maths. I fairly passed my Maths during major examinations. I failed Maths most of all semesters school exams. But it did not make me an idiot. I still can solve problems and in fact, I am so good at it as my nature of business now is solving others' problems. So, kids will not become smart if they are stuffed-in with all kinds of tuitions for a genius training center or what-not and they are still useless if they are not able to understand things in life, common sense and manners. As some would say, manners, common sense and religious education are the most important things than "speed reading" or "flash Math solving".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe after all these, parents become more paranoid to sent their kids for a "tuition" in a "manners and common sense" academy. Who knows, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD BUSINESS MA!!!&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/8112867707035400486-8062903622582154584?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8062903622582154584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8062903622582154584&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8062903622582154584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8062903622582154584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/paraniod.html' title='Paraniod?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3566861375359443702</id><published>2009-05-13T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:30:24.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Its Not About Me Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I got married, I sometimes thought that having my own kid is the one thing I can't comprehend with. Not because I do not want to have it, but thinking of the responsibilities and commitment that I need to focus on them on 24/7 basis makes me a bit of less motivated to have even one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, on the 24th day of January, 2006, my lovely wife safely delivered our first child, a girl, the first grandchild for both my parent and my parent in-law side. During the labour, I was inside the labour room with my wife and I even had the opportunity to witness the birth of my first baby, live in front of me. Waiting for the time to come is the most painfull stage, as my wife had to bear the pain of her contractions under inducement procedure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took us about 7 hours plus for her to bear all the pain and only 16 minutes past 9pm, our Elisa Ayuni was born. All these are my first experience and during labour, I had this ackward feelings that says I am about to be a father. All kinds of question clinging into my mind at that time. How to be a father? How to handle my very first child? What should I do next? What to call her? What will be her name? How does she looks like? Seriously, I have no idea of a feeling being a father at all. All these while, I am guessing that everything is exactly like others told me or just merely my assumption based on how my father brought me up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few second after my first baby was born, I had these all kind of feelings inside of me and it is a bit hard for me to explain or describe it. It feels good and it is so good until there is no words can ever explain how good it is. It is surely feels better than passing my SPM. Better than having graduated from University. Better than most things. A year before that, my friend told me about this feeling he had exactly about the same situation. No matter how hard he tried to explained it, still I can't figure it out or even imagine how does it feel. When my turn comes, I do agree with him, its really hard to described it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment I have my own baby, I automatically had the fatherly instinct growing up inside of me. Babies clothing and attire in Parkson Grand are now attracts my attention. Baby toys and accessories are always be my objective during outing. The feeling of looking forward to go back home early to meet my baby is always haunting me everyday. Though am not the best father in the world, but atleast, everything I do, I've always think about my children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before got married, all that we cares about is our attire, impression, appearances and our convenience. The moment I become a father, such self-centred attitude were gone. Everything or anything, its all about my children. There is nothing I want more in this world than a smile and a happy face of my children. No matter how difficult our life is, their smile can make me forget all about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus make me wonders, why there are so many cases of people leaving their own babies in toilets, garbage and so forth? I couldnt stand leaving my child for a work, let alone ditching them into such places! If they dont want them, just give them to me. I will raise them like my own. No matter how hard or difficult in raising a kid, I've always thought that, we as an adult, can atleast give them a bit of a chance to live their life as much as we did. Our days left are depreciating, but their life had just begun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life sometimes hard and harsh. But having a child waiting in excitement for your return home daily after work... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRICELESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3566861375359443702?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3566861375359443702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3566861375359443702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3566861375359443702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3566861375359443702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-about-me-anymore.html' title='Its Not About Me Anymore'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2674398403540069786</id><published>2009-05-06T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:20:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SgD7Ui1YBLI/AAAAAAAABmU/XUsvJJTvpDA/s1600-h/borneo-malaysia-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SgD7Ui1YBLI/AAAAAAAABmU/XUsvJJTvpDA/s400/borneo-malaysia-map.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332538289173300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been awhile since I last travel outside Kuching. Been thinking of traveling to somewhere further other than Kuching area by car. The only thing that troubles me is that I dont want to travel alone. Of course, by all means, I want to bring my whole family too or otherwise the journey is not worth going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am thinking of traveling from Kuching straight to Merapok - the most northern village of Sarawak few metres from Sarawak - Sabah's border. Merapok is my mom's home town or village and it has been on my wish list to travel by my own car and park it under my grandmom's house. All these while, I only travel by plane or by boat from Limbang. Am not sure how far is Merapok from Kuching. But from Kuching to Miri alone, it takes more than 1000km.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Kuching to Sarikei is about 350km. From Sarikei to Sibu is about 100km. From Sibu to Bintulu is about 200 plus km. from Bintulu to Miri is nearly 400km. Now you guys can do the math. But that just Kuching to Miri. Still we have Miri to Brunei, Brunei to Limbang, Limbang to Brunei and Brunei to Lawas. Then only after Lawas we have about 60km to go to Merapok.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know! You guys must be thinking that I am crazy! But hey, thats the whole fun of it. JOURNEY! Time to see Sarawak from land view.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dont know why, I just love to travel by car. If I can go to KL by car, I would do it definitely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The longest journey Ive done using my current car is from Kuching to Miri in one shot. I only stop for pee and refueling. I took off from Kuching at 9am arrived at about 6.30pm in Miri (9 hour and 30 minutes of journey). For record, Sarawak does not have highway like in Semenanjung. Imagine old Rawang road all the way from Kuching to Miri! Imagine no rest station. 80℅ of the journey is jungle and a bit here and there, a sight of rumah panjang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rules of rest while balik kampung journey like in TV ads does not actually applies to Sarawak due to the fact that there are no proper rest station except non-halal kedai makan or just merely petrol station. As for journey from Kuching to Miri, its always the best to fuel-up the tank to full from Kuching, refuel either in Sarikei or Sibu then lastly in Tatau, small town 80km from Bintulu. Dont think about looking for petrol station from Bintulu to Miri as for the next 250km, there is none!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sound interesting and adventurous ek! When I was in KL, 4 hours driving is considered as hardcore. Here in Sarawak, most drivers are capable of high endurance and long journey. Long means they can cope with more than 5 hours driving without rest. To be honest, driving from KL to JB is just merely uses 10℅ of my endurance capabilities. The road condition over in peninsular is 10 times better than here. I guess, 60 laps on F1 Grand Prix is just a joke. Though I will come last, but I believe I can make it under 2 hours without a single rest at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The old saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly but surely"&lt;/span&gt; is also does not apply if driving from Kuching straight to Miri. The slower you drive, it will definitely taxing. You dont want to drive in rural road when night comes as it will expose you to night chase robbery or something to the same scenario. Furthermore, the longer it takes you to drive, the more tired you become. So, the best motto is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive faster but be more extra carefull"&lt;/span&gt; as you do not want to hit people who lives in the rural area while they crossing the road out from nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best speed for this journey is somewhere from 90kmph to 130kmph. Anything more than that, you will be dead as the curves, bumps, holes, the road conditions and the trafic is all in mess. Anything slower than that you will end up covers only about half of the journey for the whole day effort. The journey really sound harsh and taxing. But for me, this is what I called true adventures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, traveling by car from Kuching to the most southern place in Sarawak does not only requires money for fuel, but also needs high endurance capabilities, determination, strategies and of course little bit of courage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2674398403540069786?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2674398403540069786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2674398403540069786&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2674398403540069786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2674398403540069786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-journey.html' title='Long Journey'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SgD7Ui1YBLI/AAAAAAAABmU/XUsvJJTvpDA/s72-c/borneo-malaysia-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1464187459595989623</id><published>2009-04-30T10:23:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:47:09.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>St Joseph Miri - Class 5C Year 1993</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SfkTwK5cPKI/AAAAAAAABlk/-Nk_KMwLNPo/s1600-h/n1172766327_30218102_7779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SfkTwK5cPKI/AAAAAAAABlk/-Nk_KMwLNPo/s400/n1172766327_30218102_7779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330313352249621666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the best years of my life that I remember is during the school days. I never had a chance of staying in one school for many years and due to the short of time dwelling at one place, I had a problem of recalling much of the memories and even trying to recall my friend's name. But there is only one particular time that I've always remember (which now its getting harder to recalled it due to age factor) that is when I started schooling in St Joseph Miri from 1991 to 1993 (Form 3 to 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started yesterday when I decided to search on FaceBook and trying so hard to retrieve every last pieces of my memory recalling back all of my friends' name. To be honest, it is quite difficult task. But then, once I found one of them, things are much easier to search thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY 1991 - 1993?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those years are so significant as in 1991 I sit for SRP (now re-branded as PMR) and in 1993 I sit for SPM. I've just moved out from Limbang in 1991 and at first I was sent to class 3C. If am not mistaken, I sit just next to Tan Keng Hiong. Just 1 week after that, I was directed to transferred to class 3B where I meet up with few of my "best" friends. Catching up with new slang of Miri language is not that hard as previously, from 1989 to 1990 I was in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I like about St Joseph Miri is that, though we are all from different races, our class especially had this really strong knots of friendship. I still remember that our class were so impressive until we almost win every competition in school. Be it drama, be it sports or any kind of activities. Among teachers, our 5C class is branded as the best in terms of co-operation in every activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my class, we have all sorts of races. You name it, we have it. Chinese we have, Indian we have, Malays we have, Semenanjung Malay also we have, Iban we have, Melanau we have and even Singh. Though we have all sorts of different faith, mother-tongue and races, but we are so close to each other and we even fight with our own school teacher as if our class is a Mafia Gang or somethin'. Hahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it has been 16 years that I've lost contact to almost everybody from my class and only yesterday I managed to find some of them on FB. I took the above photo downloaded from my friend's FB and it does cast some good old flash back in my memories. Before I started to forget their names again, I think it is wise to list them down :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sitting from left to right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Azalina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cecelia Kueh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivy Yap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(heard she in Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Florence Kong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(heard she is in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Eldred &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kok Pei Lin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia Henry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suraya Morshidi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(last I heard she is in Bintulu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing 2nd row from the left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angela Agan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chia Ya Sing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(last met in KL in 2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christina Laing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(teaching in Sri Aman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kok Wan Nyuk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teo Siaw Ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wee See Ing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yong Nyuk Hiong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Su Li Na &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liew Ah Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shanta &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jagwant Kaur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasmine Chong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri and married recently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belinda Yong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(last I met her in 1994 in KL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raine Junang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jean Lo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chai Siew Mui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasmine Yeo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(last met in KL in 1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back row from the left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philip Tan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamdan Nayan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(working in Kuching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahjaman Rozali&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tan Gung Menang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wong Yi Wen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohammad Farzilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher Mok &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(last met in KL in 1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(am in Kuching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eddy Lai &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(in KL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian David Brodie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(currently in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy Richard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huong Min Hin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher Tinkai &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Miri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Heng Domingo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Vancouver, Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahmadi Khan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(residing in Kuala Lumpur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Browsing through my friends FB, they all sound like wanna have a reunion of our class. Most of our classmate now are all over the world, some in Aussie, some in KL, some in Singapore and most of it scattered all over Sarawak. It makes me wonder, how possible will it be to do reunion??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all of my ex-classmate of 5C St Joseph Miri year 1993, if you are reading this, just remember that all of our classmate do cherish our time during those years and all of them now are eyeing for having our reunion. So guys :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT SAY YOU ALL?&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/8112867707035400486-1464187459595989623?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1464187459595989623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1464187459595989623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1464187459595989623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1464187459595989623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-joseph-miri-class-5c-year-1993.html' title='St Joseph Miri - Class 5C Year 1993'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SfkTwK5cPKI/AAAAAAAABlk/-Nk_KMwLNPo/s72-c/n1172766327_30218102_7779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5757761906162526955</id><published>2009-04-22T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:05:57.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Kelak Kakak Beli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selipar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku : Kak, ney selipar Papa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa : Sik tauk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku : Dah hilang selipar Papa. Kesian Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa : Kelak Kakak Beli baru Pa ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susu Dedek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku : Kak, susu Dedek dah abis. Kesian Dedek sik dapat nenen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa : Kelak Kakak Beli baru Pa ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku : Kesian Papa balit-balit pakey baju sama hari-hari. Papa dah sikda baju baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa : Kelak Kakak Beli baru Pa ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunquick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku : Aduh, dah abis SunQuick. Sik dapat Papa minum gik eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa : Kelak Kakak Beli baru Pa ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont know whether she really meant it or just  merely saying it for fun. Either way, she looks sincere when uttering the said words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Kak, tengok bas ya. Ada TV dalamnya. Best eh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Ney? Ney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Nun... depan ya bah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Kelak Kakak Beli baru Pa ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8112867707035400486-5757761906162526955?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5757761906162526955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5757761906162526955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5757761906162526955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5757761906162526955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/kelak-kakak-beli.html' title='Kelak Kakak Beli'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-555762348331451026</id><published>2009-04-20T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:57:51.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwisy'/><title type='text'>Chief Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back before 80's, all judges in court were wearing white long haired wig. Imagine a tanned skin asian guy wearing a wig. Am sure, nowadays it does look weird.. or even funny to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, my wife took one disposable diaper and put it on my 5 months old boy's head. What do you know... he does look like this :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SevV4PGOylI/AAAAAAAAAuY/gjZRLRWwiM8/s320/portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586146397801042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all laughed last night and now I addressed my son as "Your Lordship".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-555762348331451026?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/555762348331451026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=555762348331451026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/555762348331451026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/555762348331451026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/chief-justice.html' title='Chief Justice'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SevV4PGOylI/AAAAAAAAAuY/gjZRLRWwiM8/s72-c/portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1467861926019785907</id><published>2009-04-16T09:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:38:21.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had this habit of letting my Messenger on my laptop on Online all the time while I am in the office. Normally, I will not reply to any spam or to any unknown person(s) that might goofing around on to my Messenger chat box. But yesterday, out of my curiosity, I replied to one unknown person's message which I found it really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;nknown Guy : Hi there! I am you from the future and I bear a good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy From Limbang : I already knew my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Unknown Guy : Cool! ...... Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy From Limbang : I am "you" from your past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(He should know this what!!! He is the one who said that he is me from the future....!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Unknown Guy : How far you are from my past? Is it like yesterday or 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy From Limbang : As far as you are to my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Obviously, since he is me in the future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WEIRDO!&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/8112867707035400486-1467861926019785907?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1467861926019785907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1467861926019785907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1467861926019785907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1467861926019785907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-353469327721508736</id><published>2009-04-15T09:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:37:55.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku duduk depan TV malam tadi pukul 8pm tengok Buletin Utama. Berita mula-mula pasal eksiden bas tu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tu aku dengar ada mamat tu cakap lepas ni kerajaan akan buat satu kajian pasal eksiden ni. Depa nak check dan buat kajian tang mana pagar besi kat highway tu tak kuat yang antara lain penyebab kematian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang ni aku tak puas hati. Lain punya pasal, lain yang nak buat kajian. Yang dok sibuk buak kajian pagar besi tu nak buat apa??? Apsal tak buat kajian atas besi apa bas tu diperbuat? Kenapa tak buat kajian yang macam mana bas tu terlalu berat untuk di tahan oleh pagar besi tu? Buat kajian tentang berat badan penumpang ke? Aisehmen....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I did not get it. Things happen because of other reason. But people always wants to point out other things for excuses which sometimes, does not make any sense or at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The accident were caused by human factor (ie. the driver himself). Without the negligence of the driver, none of these things happen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lucky the bus hits the iron road divider. Imagine the bus hits the hill side. Do the authority dare to conduct research on why the soil on the hill side is so dangerous that can cause death?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-353469327721508736?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/353469327721508736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=353469327721508736&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/353469327721508736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/353469327721508736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-6276165668397669253</id><published>2009-04-02T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:15:42.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Aku Ada Seorang Kawan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ada seorang kawan, baru je datang KL time aku study kat uni dulu. Macam biasa, gua mau tunjuk terer yang gua dah tau semua tempat happening kat KL. Apalagi.... gua ajak sekali pegi KL la tunggu bas mini kaler pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam biasa, Bas Mini mesti laa penuh macam tin sadin. Gua dengan member gua masuk dalam berhimpit pasal lagi banyak orang nak masuk. memandangkan masih ramai lagi nak masuk, sorang minah ni cakap kat kawan aku ni "Alo mamat! Buleh masuk dalam sikit tak?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tekejut beruk kawan aku ni bila minah tu cakap cam tu. Macam ter konpius pun ada gak. Belakang dia cakap kat minah tu balik:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh... aku bukan Mamat laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh.. betul apa! Nama dia bukan Mamat la. Mesti kawan aku tu ingat minah tu salah orang. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6276165668397669253?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6276165668397669253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6276165668397669253&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6276165668397669253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6276165668397669253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-ada-seorang-kawan-baru-je-datang-kl.html' title='Aku Ada Seorang Kawan...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3963850179793944000</id><published>2009-04-02T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:46:18.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Going Through Hurdles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought of being a person to practise law. Thats the last thing on my mind at certain point of my early life reason being that its kinda of hard for me to read Law during my studies in university. Perhaps, reading Laws courses is exposing myself to law books, law journals, articles, books, philosophy and other documents that all written in "ENGLISH". Frankly speaking, I am not good in English during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For first year in Law courses, it took me forever to understand the Law jargons and terms used. Not only that, its kind of difficult for me to condoned an idea of "there is no right and wrong answer" kind of thinking as in Law Student. During school days, we are taught of what is right and what is wrong. We were never being exposed of any "grey" area... let alone on how to deal with it. To be honest, during my university time, I know "nuts" about the whole concept of taking law subject except on how to pass its exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I have to admit that reading Laws in english sometimes interesting. We learned a lot of new words everyday, new phrase and of course new way of thinking. But the thing is that most of our Law in Malaysia were adopted from Indian Law (being colonial states like us too). Even most of our lecturer in university are from India or within the same region of countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a naive person I am of not really understand of most of the subjects, I normally just keep myself busy writing down notes of whatever the lecturer said in his or her lecture. I had this one scenario happened during my 2nd year of reading Laws. I went to my Law of Tort class which the lecturer is from Pakistan. Being a person from Pakistan, he had Pakistani accent and some of the English pronounce word are different. First few days of lecture, he always tell us story of cases and he normally starts with :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lecturer : The platipus in this case.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first most of us thought that it was a terms "platipus" that he use in his lecture. So we tried our best to presumed on how to spell "platipus" for our handwritten notes. No one seems dare to ask what he actually meant by "platipus". Everyone seems satisfy or understand what "platipus" means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After few days lecturing, one of my classmate raised his hand and asked, what actually he meant by "platipus". The lecturer just smiled then he said :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lecturer : Mind my accent, OK I write on the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then he wrote the word "Plaintiffs" on the board and says :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "this is what I meant. Its platipus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the explanation, reading Laws are far more interesting than before.... and I went through all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3963850179793944000?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3963850179793944000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3963850179793944000&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3963850179793944000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3963850179793944000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-through-hurdles.html' title='Going Through Hurdles'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-1147262021680154235</id><published>2009-04-02T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:17:16.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mengayau'/><title type='text'>Other's Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like what this guy says about PPSMI. I got it from other blog. Read it :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently there is a lot of support calling for the reversal of teaching math and science in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much of these support comes of intellectual who has never studied any form of science or math in their respective college or University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take for example the recent PPSMI forum which was supposed to be attended by Anwar Ibrahim but was replaced by Syed Husin ALi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syed Husin Ali is a Professor of Anthropology and Sociology from University Malaya. What science or mathematics is there? In fact I had to look at the dictionary to understand the meaning of Anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The anthropologist Eric Wolf once described anthropology as "the most scientific of the humanities and the most humanistic of the sciences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaidel describes Anthropology as a major you take in Uni if you can't do Math well but want to seem smart by having fancy words on your degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Anwar Ibrahim? Degree in Malay Studies, Oiyoooo the only Math they have in Malay Studies is to calculate the amount of credit you take per semester which isn't much of a problem for Anwar because during his Uni days he spent most of them shouting slogans on the street and getting angry for no apparent reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I say getting angry for no apparent reason? Because later he Joined UMNO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to thw reason why I support the damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I came from Universiti Teknologi Malaysia and trust me when I say this that a few years back this was the most Bahasa Kebangsaan University than any other local universities combined. Let's just say the first 3 years of my Engineering days were filled with Bahasa Malaysia/Melayu jargons. Just to show you what I mean take a look at some of these examples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engineering Term &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capacitor - Pemuat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resistor - Perintang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impedance - Galangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current - Arus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Others include : Momen Lentur, Tegasan, Terikan, Pepejal, Dinamik Haba and etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean those Engineering Lecturer took the extra mile to translate every single damn thing into Malay and I greatly respect this. As oppose to my sociology lecturers who like to screw up the Malay Language by prostituting English words into BM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take for example this term "Dekadensi Moral" When I first saw that term I was thinking what the hell is dekadensi moral, a type of resistor or something? Turns out Dekadensi comes from the English word Decadence. Dekadensi Moral means Moral Decadence direct translation where as you can simply translate it into "Kemerosotan Akhlak/Moral" which is much more clear. But NOOOO he had to use dekadensi so that he would seem smart and people won't question his Associate Professorship. Then you would have other words like kompak, visi, misi, infotainment, naratif kecil, naratif besar and penkek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At first the Lecturers (Engineering) seemed to get it all good, they managed to translate the English term to BM very well and with very clear meaning. Then Things started to change as the subject get's more complex and you get newer terms. Take for example this Subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Motorolla 68000 Microprocessor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which translates to Mikro Pemproses Motorolla 68000" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then as you go deeper into the subject you will find more interesting terms. For instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Timer - The clock cycle chip you use to send timing signals to the processors. It acts like a stopwatch to the processor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BM Translation - Pemasa. Which is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we have things like this - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bistable Multivibrator - Dwimantap Penggetar Pelbagai. Apo Kobondo tu Jang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then in microprocessor you have this term call "Interrupt" and like it's name it means to interrupt the normal cycle of the processor and tell it to focus to doing something else. Kinda like the phone rings when you are cooking, you stop cooking and answer the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Malay Jargon Interrupt would be Sampukan. Interrupt Pin - Pin Sampukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampukan? Sampuk ke? Sejak bila Mikropemproses ada pocong atau Jembalang dalam dia? Ini Electrical Engineering ka Bomoh Engineering? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masked Interrupt - Sampukan Bertopeng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handshake Interrupt - Sampukan Jabat Tangan. Ko salam dengan dia lepas tu ko kena sampuk, kira dia ni macam santau laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you have this thing called "Latch" which is an output chip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Latch in Malay is Selak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selak as in Selak pintu, Selak Pagar or Selak pintu Jamban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mula-mula baca dulu saya ingat Selak dalam erti kata Selak Kain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contoh - Angin bertiup kencang lalu baju kurung Fasha Sanda pun selak sikit lalu Zaidel pun telah menerima ganguan emosi akibat dari kejadian itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naah see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it gets interesting when it comes to "Electrical Power" Subject. In there there is this chapter where they talk about CoEnergy in power transmission. Coenergy in malay is translated to Kotenaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is why when he gave the lecture my lecturer would loudly proclaim KOtenaga compare to the students who prefer to pronounce it as KOTEnaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 phase Coenergy in power transmission would then become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KoteNaga 3 fasa dalam penghantaran kuasa. OIYOOOOOO, kalah Anakonda! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for fun here are some other Technical Jargons you can play with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformer - Pengubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Decoder - Penyahkod (Mak Nyah kot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multiplexer - Pemultiplex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polarity - Kutub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instruction Set - Set Suruhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Components - Peranti (I bet you didn't know that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Asynchronous Receiver Transmitter (UART) - Penghantar Penerima Pemasa Serentak Am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now try translating this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Connect Your Joy Stick into the server Port, you should find little problem with the Joystick as the server has Plug and Play mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masukkan Kayu Ria anda ke dalam lubang pelayan, anda sepatutnya tidak mempunyai banyak masaalah dalam memasukkan kayu ria anda kerana pelayan ini mempunyai fungsi masuk dan main. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hambik kau! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu belum dia kena sampuk ke selak ke nak nak pulak ada kotenaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the time I was in my 4th year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything was taught in English.... SENANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:- Kalau betul nak buang PPMSI, aku nak propose buat mata pelajaran sekolah ikut bahasa Sarawak pulak!&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/8112867707035400486-1147262021680154235?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1147262021680154235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1147262021680154235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1147262021680154235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1147262021680154235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/others-opinion.html' title='Other&apos;s Opinion'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-9215303147910228244</id><published>2009-03-31T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:15:19.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwisy'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Days and nights are moving pretty fast nowadays. I hardly make much progress... seems things are not moving any much quicker, as fast as days and nights. During old days, it seems that things are moving much slower and I normally eager to wait for night to come as the good TV shows only being transmitted at night. You name it :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The A Team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mc Gyver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street Hawk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night Rider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airwolf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Impossible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hulk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BJ and the bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dallas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remington Steele (hope spelling are correct)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and many more...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday we have all sorts of TV series.. and its only shows at night. To wait for nights to come everyday, its like having a pain state of agony. Days are running its daylight pretty much slower than today. Anyway, thinking of slow... nothing can compare with our broadband (self- proclaimed) speed that we are currently subscribing. Am using stremyx at 2MB download rate and 512kb upload rate... but it took me forever to upload these :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3400863318_e6e2546057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa &amp;amp; Darwisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3400063535_318b066716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Wife &amp;amp; Darwisy&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/8112867707035400486-9215303147910228244?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9215303147910228244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=9215303147910228244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9215303147910228244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9215303147910228244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3400863318_e6e2546057_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-8846962414866706734</id><published>2009-03-11T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:37:12.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Not Making Any Sense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been to almost every state in Malaysia, except, Kelantan and Terengganu. Every states has their own distinctive features, food, culture and language. But the most obvious one will be the vehicles plate number. Every state has their own plate numbers which started with certain correspond alphabetical order. But except one state which is obviously Sarawak (my own home land) does not seems to make any sense or at all. These are my points :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johor = their plate numbers always start with "J" ie: JBH9999 or JFR8888.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melaka = their plate numbers always start with "M" ie: MAB1111 or MEF4444.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Negeri Sembilan = it always starts with "N" ie: NBW777 or NEF1414&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selangor = obviously starts with "B" ie: BAE3535 or BGW1717&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perak = even easy to remember. It all started with "A". ie: AEC555 or ADE36&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Penang = well its "P" of course ie: PEH1234 or PAP4321&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kedah = as always starts with "K" ie: KA333 or KAE909&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perlis = if am not mistaken started with "R" ie: RC303 or RB790&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pahang = all starts with "C" ie: CAW345 or CBE543&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terengganu = all starts with "T" ie: TT999 or TA352&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Kelantan = their plate number starts with "D" ie: DAD222 or DAE976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KL = even easy this one. Starts with "W" ie.. errr I think you guys can guess!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Putrajaya = hmmm.. sometimes I saw Putrajaya sometimes I saw started with "W" too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Labuan = all starts with "L" ie: LB4994 or LL300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabah = I think all starts with "S" just like Singapore. ie: SB9556B or SAA467A or something like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, every states in Malaysia has their own distinctive alphabet for their plate numbers. But in Sarawak, we have so much variation. I must say "Q" is our alphabetic correspondence here but then, it does not mean it must be the fore letter of the plate number. It can also be the last letter of the plate number. Let me show you some examples :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Sarawak during the old days, our plate numbers normally corresponds to our district where the vehicle first registered. For example in Kuching, it all started with "K" ie: KA434 or in Miri MB788.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 90's JPJ had imposed Sarawak vehicle to put alphabet "Q" as its states plate correspondence. So then later, the previous KA434 became KA434Q and MB788 became MB788Q.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after we run out second alphabet for our plate numbers, then the government imposed the Sarawak vehicle to put the letter "Q" as fore-front letter of the plate numbers and continue with the correspondence district alphabet. ie: for Kuching, its QKA1111, for Miri is QMA2222 and so forth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this time too, some of our districts had a similar fore letter for example, Kuching and Kanowit. To differentiate it, the government create another set of plate number that only shows the numbers of the division in the states. ie: for the 7th Division of the states, all vehicles will starts with "7D" continue with the plate number and ends with the letter "Q". For example; 7D 111Q.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you guys think that Sarawakian's plate numbers are confusing?? Wait till you see our current one. Back in 2003, Kuching's plate number were running out. The last one is QKY9999 and we could not used letter "Z" as its attributed only to the army. So some genius had created that Sarawak should start and adopt KL style. No matter which division we coming from, all must carry the systematic and orderly order of plate numbers. Then in 2003 all Sarawak plate numbers starts with QAA1 and still continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I wrote this entry, we are now currently serving plate number QAP****. As I see it, we are running our "QA" soon and perhaps by next year, we all starts with "QBA". But the funny thing is that the plate number for "QBA" has already exist corresponding to the old style of plate number reflecting the division. I wonder how the government will solve this problem later... and seriously, Sarawak's plate numbers now are redundant and those molding the rules of plate numbers in Sarawak are not making any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine in year 2020, I own a brand new car bearing register plate number QKA999. Back in 90's we already have this number. I foresee that someone will come to me and say:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pakcik! Why are you still driving an old iron scraped!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8112867707035400486-8846962414866706734?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8846962414866706734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8846962414866706734&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8846962414866706734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8846962414866706734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-making-any-sense.html' title='Not Making Any Sense!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3848542405204831809</id><published>2009-03-10T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:31:19.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Nothing But The Truth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years ago, me and my partner were having 39B DDA trial. During cross-examination sessions on a particular police expert witness, we asked this question :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Defence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;: The reason why the Police had to sent the box to you for finger printing and dusting is that the police do not know who is the criminal in this case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Yes I agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because of his answer, we opted not to proceed with more cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During Re-Examination by the DPP, the witness were asked on why he agreed with our question earlier. He gave all sorts of answers, from the procedures of finger printing and dusting to the procedure of matching the finger printing and so forth. However, these answer was not to DPP's satisfaction (of course it still shows the police do not know who is the actual criminal in this case).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The DPP then again rephrased the question in BM and in English and persistently trying to highlight the point that he wants to make. The Judge were also trying to help the DPP in explaining to the witness of what actually being asked by the learned DPP. It was a serious discussion and explanation made to this particular witness and it takes more than 15 minutes just the explain it to him. Then after a few minutes pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;: I think, the answer to that question can only be one answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; (with his serious loud voice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both me and my partner were stunned by the witness gesture. It seems that he had found the big answer that can be used by DPP against our question previously. I looked at learned DPP's face at that time and he is smiling at me showing his eyes full of satisfaction over his success in making his point in asking this witness and perhaps the witness's coming answer will definitely slashed the credible point that we have made during cross examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also looked at the Judge on the bench and she looks firmly serious and preparing herself to listen attentively for the witness to answer the big question. Tension and stress were all in the air, and suddenly after few minutes of silent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;: The answer to that question is....... that I AM THE EXPERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all stunned with his answer and we all paused for a few second. Then we heard a big laugh from the bench and we all looking at the Judge who were like having the biggest laugh of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;: I am sorry Learned DPP. The answer were so obvious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, me, my partner and the DPP were having a long laughing sessions during the proceeding. Because of this answer, the DPP were not dared to asked further questions. But hey, the witness still there sitting firmly not knowing what are we laughing for. Talk about the truth in Court... I must give this witness the highest credit of his Truth, nothing but all truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3848542405204831809?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3848542405204831809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3848542405204831809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3848542405204831809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3848542405204831809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-but-truth.html' title='Nothing But The Truth!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-4786033851829710623</id><published>2009-03-04T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:12:49.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Iban Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont get me wrong! This entry does not even reflect that Iban people are terrorist or what not. Neither do I brand the Iban people as terrorist. Its about one story that I want to share which I encountered during my chambering time in Kuching early year 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found that it is interesting to practise Law in Sarawak in particular comparing to Peninsular. We tend to meet all kind of people from different races. We all know that Sarawak had atleast 100 different races in culture and one of the most prominent and well-known is Iban. During my chambering time, I was assigned by my boss to handled one running down case (accident case) that involved a chinese family who are suing a chinese man. To my surprise, though having a chinese name, our client (the chinese family) were fluent and most of the time conversed ONLY in Iban language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That case was fixed for full trial and I was directed to prepare a Witness Statement for this chinese family. Just for the record, in Sarawak, all court's documents were drafted and filed in English (unlike Peninsular). Obviously I am not chinese and neither do I understand or speak chinese. To make matter worst, the chinese family only spoke in Iban language which I do have no idea at all (maybe I can understand few words). These task of preparing the witness statement do gave me a lot of stress as it is futile attempt on drafting it while I could not be able to understand any words from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I informed by boss about it and he suggested me to asked my colleague who are one of the lawyer of the firm for some help, to which he agreed. Though he is not an Iban, but he adamantly admit that he can speak and understand Iban language. In fact, he even told me that the language is easy to converse. Without a slight doubt, I agree for him to help me to be my interpreter during the whole course of drafting the Witness Statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The questions and answers sessions begin where I asked the question and my colleague will interpret it in Iban language to the Chinese family. For the first 10 minutes, I realised that I have made some progress (though a bit, but its OK, I thought). Then for the next 30 minutes of the sessions, I even realised some peculiarity. It seems that whenever my colleague interpreting my questions to Iban language, I'm pretty much understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had this question playing in my mind at that time that I may actually understand Iban language. But then again, I realised that whenever the chinese family spoke back to my colleague responding to my questions, their Iban language seems harder to understand. I tried to hear my colleague interpretations in Iban language more attentively and carefully. For the next 5 minutes or so, I could barely hold it anymore and I excuse myself from the sessions and went to my office's kitchen and had a big laugh. Yeaaah.... SERIOUSLY I had a BIG LAUGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few of the staffs were confused over my big laugh. They asked why. After settling down for couple of minutes, then I told them that my colleague are now helping me interpreting my questions to the chinese family into Iban language. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The funny thing is that, I cant speak Iban and neither do I understand it. But I can understand every single Iban words coming out from my colleague mouth!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that incident, we all called him, "The Iban Terrorist" as obviously, his purported Iban language is actually a Sarawak Malay language hybrid with Iban accent. No wonder he said its easy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-4786033851829710623?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4786033851829710623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4786033851829710623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4786033851829710623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4786033851829710623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/iban-terrorist.html' title='Iban Terrorist'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2336022655409058117</id><published>2009-03-02T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:03:13.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day.. Elisa's version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was sad to hear someone in the family just passed away. Since yesterday morning, I heard this news and this morning, another family member also passed away. Al-fatihah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, my mom and dad in law went to Majlis Tahlil. Since they are not home, Elisa were asking about it:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Pa, Mummy(my Mom in law) pegi siney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Pegi tempat orang meninggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Ah? Meninggal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I realised, she do not understand what "meninggal" means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Pegi tempat orang mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Ooooo.. Mummy pegi sia buat apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Mummy pegi sia maok baca doa, baca Al-Fatihah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Ooooo.. Mummy nak, pegi sia nak, lepas baca bismillah, nya tiup orang ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Kenak nya tiup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Tiup laa.. lepas ya orang yang bangun dari tidu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess, she must have misunderstood the whole concept of death. But anyway, she's only 3 years old, what more version do we expect for her to understand??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2336022655409058117?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2336022655409058117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2336022655409058117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2336022655409058117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2336022655409058117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-day-elisas-version.html' title='A Sad Day.. Elisa&apos;s version'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2378468263968412918</id><published>2009-02-20T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:21:03.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>My Children's portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me introduce to all of my readers that these are both my children's recent portrait that shot by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3294347418_ececee0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3294347418_ececee0333.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahmad Darwisy 3 months ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3293523479_eefccf66d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3293523479_eefccf66d0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa Ayuni 3 years ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ME?? I guess am coming to 33 now and counting. Time passed by so quickly.... I hope I can be a good father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-2378468263968412918?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2378468263968412918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2378468263968412918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2378468263968412918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2378468263968412918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-childrens-portrait.html' title='My Children&apos;s portrait'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3294347418_ececee0333_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2537308736562629241</id><published>2009-02-09T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:34:28.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa dan Biniku'/><title type='text'>Papa Kerja Apa Ma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Ma, Papa siney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Biniku : Papa pegi kerja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Papa keja siney Ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Biniku : Papa keja kat Court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Mesti Papa kat keja cakap, court court court..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengah meliat TV tiba-tiba ada teliat cerita ada Mahkamah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Biniku : Elisa, ya lah Court&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(sambil menunjukkan Mahkamah dalam TV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Oooo... Ma, ney Papa? Sikda pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Biniku : huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8112867707035400486-2537308736562629241?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2537308736562629241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2537308736562629241&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2537308736562629241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2537308736562629241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/papa-kerja-apa-ma.html' title='Papa Kerja Apa Ma?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-4130748314644834327</id><published>2009-02-02T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:24:30.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><title type='text'>Maggie Goreng Amjal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teringat kediaku zaman belajar dulu di KL kami diam di Lembah Pantai. Kalau bejalan keluar hostel, ada dua tampat saja yang kami selalu pigi kan makan. Skad (aku pun inda tau cemana ngija ani) sama Amjal. Kalau kan bakurapak pasal Amjal.. satu saja ku ingat.. MAGGIE GORENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ku teringat zaman masa belajar dulu kat KL. Kami duduk kat Lembah Pantai. Kalau nak jalan keluar hostel, ada dua tempat je kami selalu pegi makan. Skad (Tak tau la camna nak eja) dengan Amjal. Kalau cerita pasal Amjal ni, satu je aku ingat.. MAGGIE GORENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat ku lagi kalau inda silap tahun 1996, kami ramai-ramai turun dari hostel kan makan Maggie Goreng di Amjal. Kalau inda silap, kami ada 8 urang tubuh. Ada lagi yang tinggal di hostel minta kirimkan Maggie Goreng jua bungkus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ku ingat lagi kalau tak silap tahun 1996, kami ramai-ramai turun dari hostel nak pekena Maggie Goreng kat Amjal. kalau tak silap, kitaorang ada 8 orang semuanya. Ada lagi yang tinggal kat hostel mintak tapau je Maggie Goreng ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai saja saja datang tia waiter inda mambawa keratas pakai menulis. Kami madahkan kami banyak mau di order. Tapi katanya, kedia buleh ingat. Bah.. apalagi. "Nak order apa?" waiter atu betanya arah kami semua. Start tah kami mengorder makanan kegemaran kami yang bunyinya lebih kurang cemani :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sampai je kat Amjal, terus datang sorang mamat Waiter ni dengan tangan kosong takde kertas. Kita orang cakap kita orang punye order banyak. Tapi dia cakap dia buleh ingat. So takpe la. "Nak order apa?" waiter tu tanya kat kitaorang semua. Start la kami semua meng"order" makanan kegemaran kita orang semua yang bunyinya lebih kurang camni :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng satu, makan"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan dengan satu bungkus, bungkus"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan dengan 2 bungkus, bungkus sekali"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan dengan 2 bungkus, bungkus asing-asing"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng satu, makan, 3 bungkus, 2 bungkus sekali, satu bungkus asing"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan dengan 2 bungkus, bungkus tak nak sayur"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya nak Maggie Goreng 2 bungkus, makan satu pinggan, 4 bungkus, bungkus asing-asing"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lapas saja kami semua meng"order", masuk tia kedia kedalam. Lebih kurang 5 minit lapas atu, keluar tia bebalik tarus madahkan kami :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Lepas je kita orang order, mamat tu masuk ke dalam. Lebih kurang 5 minit lepas tu, dia keluar balik dan terus je cakap :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sorry la bang! Maggie habis!" katanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami semua kehairanan sababnya maggie banyak taruhnya arah lemari kaca dapan kadai. "Tu, Maggie banyak kat almari tu apa?" marah kawan ku! Masuk kedia bebalik sekajap. Lapas atu keluar ya tarus madahkan:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kita orang semua confuse gak sebab kita orang nampak maggie banyak susun kat almari kaca depan kedai. "Tu, Maggie banyak kat almari tu apa?" marah member aku! Terus mamat tu masuk balik. Tak lama lepas tu dia keluar balik dan cakap :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sorry la bang. Tukang masak takde" katanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panas hati kami semua. Last-last pegi Skad makan paprik nganya. Sah waiter atu lupa apa yang kami order. Saja buat-buat alasan nganya tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Panas betul kita orang hari tu.. ale-ale kitaorang semua makan nasi paprik kat Skad. Sah, mamat tu sure lupa apa yang kitaorang order tadi. Saje je buat-buat alasan!&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-4130748314644834327?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4130748314644834327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4130748314644834327&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4130748314644834327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4130748314644834327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/maggie-goreng-amjal.html' title='Maggie Goreng Amjal'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-119348555039352860</id><published>2009-02-02T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:41:43.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confussing English</title><content type='html'>Some one send me email and wrote this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is the men who invest all your money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If horrific means made horrible, does terrific mean made terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it called building when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do Bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times does he become disoriented?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat??  Human ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If working hours are meant for working, then why are you reading this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Get Back to WORK!!!&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/8112867707035400486-119348555039352860?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/119348555039352860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=119348555039352860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/119348555039352860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/119348555039352860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/confussing-english.html' title='Confussing English'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2349219059610288218</id><published>2009-02-02T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:09:52.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa'/><title type='text'>Traffic Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam tadi masa kan muleh kerumah, tengah beranti arah traffic light, ku betanya arah Elisa :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Ca, lampu ya warna apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;sambil ku manunjuk arah traffic light)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Warna Merah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Yeee! Pandey Caca! Kalau merah buat apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Stop.. Stop...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Yeee! Betul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inda batah lapas atu, traffic light batukar warna jadi warna hijau. Sambil masuk gear kan bejalan, ku tanyakan lagi arah Elisa :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Ca.. Ca... Lampu dah tukar warna apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : WARNA LAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku kan ketawa pun ada. Memang sah Elisa inda ingat atu warna apa. Jadi luyar buruk jawapnya warna lain. Lurus jua jawapannya. Bijak.. bijak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Malam semalam tengah nak balik rumah, aku tengah berhenti kat traffic light, aku tanya kat anak aku Elisa :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ku : Ca, lampu tu warna apa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;(sambil aku tunjuk kat traffic light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Warna Merah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku : Yeee! Pandainya Caca! Kalau merah buat apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Stop! Stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku : Yeee! Betul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Tak lama lepas tu, traffic light bertukar warna jadi hijau. Sambil masukkan gear nak gerak, aku tanya Elisa lagi:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku : Ca.. Ca.. Lampu dah tukar warna apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : WARNA LAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku nak gelak pun ada gak. Memang sah Elisa tak ingat warna apa. Pandai gak dia loyar buruk kat aku. Jawapan dia memang betul. Bijak-bijak!&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/8112867707035400486-2349219059610288218?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2349219059610288218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2349219059610288218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2349219059610288218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2349219059610288218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/traffic-light.html' title='Traffic Light'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-3213881220514256079</id><published>2009-01-19T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:32:57.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>Errr.....??? (Monolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku dengan secara automatik mengelamun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, semacam ada power start button tekan memori flashback aku.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, terasa macam baru semalam je.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat semua muka-muka kengkawan aku.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat zaman aku pi jamming dulu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat kat MakCik Berhala.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat Pakcik Dua-Dua.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat pi bilik tokan rokok jual 20sen sebatang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat Maggie Goreng Amjal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, teringat aku kat Skud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat kereta sewa kancil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat aku dok tido saje.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat aku makan Maggie bungkus je.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat Sungai Pusu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat makan kat Simpang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat minum Neslo kat Highway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, aku teringat buat toyol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku klik je, macam-macam aku teringat.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tapi dalam banyak-banyak klik, takde plak aku teringat belajar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, kengkawan, hang pi klik kat button ajaib ni kat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akademidebat.com/UIA.jpg"&gt;SINI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Secara rawak semua benda lama akan keluar. Tak caya, cuba la. Kasi tau gak apa yang korang ingat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-3213881220514256079?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3213881220514256079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3213881220514256079&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3213881220514256079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3213881220514256079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/errr-monolog.html' title='Errr.....??? (Monolog)'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2873344240674546097</id><published>2009-01-19T14:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:18:32.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><title type='text'>Cerita Lama Di KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam sudah cerita yang cali-cali berlaku zaman aku damit. Tapi ada jua cerita cali zaman aku mula-mula belajar di KL dulu. Bukannya cali apa, cuma cali sabab bahasa atu alum lagi kan memandai. Nya urang cakap KL bah! Dah atu, alum jua lagi kan tatulus bejalan-jalan di KL time atu. Sikit-sikit, tanya urang. Kalau bisai becakap KL inda jua hal. Ani.. bida eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Macam-macam dah cerita zaman aku kecik dulu. Tapi ada gak cerita lawak zaman aku mula-mula belajar kat KL dulu. Bukannya lawak ape pon, cumanya lawak pasal bahasa KL dulu aku tak reti sangat. Cakap KL tu bro! Dah la tu, aku tak gak reti sesangat jalan-jalan kat KL time tu. Sikit-sikit je, tanya orang. Kalau cakap style loghat KL takpe gak. Tapi tak... cakap macam orang ulu-ulu baru duduk KL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dengan kawan ku, Adeng, dulu masa zaman baru-baruan di KL, tarus tia kan memandai bejalan di bandar KL. Basar eh KL atu nyamu. Baru merasai bandar basar ani. Takut sasat nganya! Ada sekali ani, aku dengan Adeng bejalan di CM (Central Market) kononnya kan ke Pertama Complex. Oleh sabab inda tau kan kesana, ku beranikan diri betanya dangan orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ku dengan sahabat aku dulu, Adeng, masa zaman baru nak pi KL, terus kita orang tunjuk terer pi KL. Memang KL besar. Kitaorang baru jumpa bandar sebesar KL ni. Takut gak sesat! Ada sekali aku dengan Adeng pi jalan-jalan kat CM (Central Market) kononnya nak pegi Pertama Complex. Oleh sebab tak tau nak pi Pertama, aku beranikan diri tanya kan sorang brader ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 615px; height: 461px;" src="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/3726996.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CM (Central Market KL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Bang, dari sini nak pegi Pertama Complex naik bas nombor berapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang X : Naik je bas mini kat depan tu. Semua buleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Yang mana &lt;/span&gt;(sebab di tempat aku dulu inda ada yang naik sukati nombor bas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang X : Naik je mana-mana. Sure sampai punye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Berapa sen eh tambang bas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang X : Huh?? Bas mini mana-mana semua sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zaman atu, naik bas mini, semua tambang 60sen saja kemana-mana. Jauh ka dakat, semua 60 sen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Zaman tu, naik bas mini, semua tambang 60 sen je. Jauh ke dekat, semuanya tambang sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : So, berapa la tambang pegi Pertama Complex?&lt;/span&gt; (aku betanya lagi persistent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang X : Camni je la... kamu pegi je naik teksi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; (sambil kawan-kawannya semua ketawa arah aku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 733px;" src="http://www.klcity.com/files/imagecache/fpic/files/image/pertama_complex.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pertama Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kurang asam! Lapas atu aku dengan Adeng naik Teksi pegi Pertama Complex kena la bayar RM10. Cis!! Anyway, sudah puas jalan di Pertama, Adeng madahkan kedia kan ke SOGO lagi. Katanya shopping comlex atu basar. Aku ON saja. Baru-baruan bah! Kan sanangkan cerita, dan cubaan untuk mengelak dari memalukan diri sendiri lagi, Adeng suggest aku naik teksi dari Pertama. Masuk saja dalam teksi :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kurang asam betul! Lepas tu aku dengan Adeng ale-ale naik Teksi pi Pertama Complex. Kena la bayar RM10. Cis!! Anyway, sudah puas jalan-jalan kat Pertama, Adeng ajak aku pegi SOGO plak. Die cakap SOGO shopping kompleks besar wooo!! Aku ON je la. Jakunla katakan! nak senangkan cerita dan bagi mengelakkan peristiwa kat CM yang memalukan berlaku semula, Adeng suggest aku naik teksi je dari Pertama pi SOGO. Masuk je dalam teksi :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang Teksi : Nak pegi mana dik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adeng : Nak pegi SOGO (sambil senyum konfiden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang Teksi : Huh? Adik takyah naik teksi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Apsal lak Bang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang Teksi : SOGO kat sebelah tu je&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(sambil manunjukkan subarang jalan Pertama Complex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masa atu, aku pun inda tau kan manapok mua kami bilang-urang. Mambari malu eh. Ni semua Adeng punya pasal...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Masa tu, kitaorang pun tak tau nak letak mana lagi muka malu ni. Memang memalukan. Ni semua Adeng punya pasal...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cis...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8112867707035400486-2873344240674546097?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2873344240674546097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2873344240674546097&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2873344240674546097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2873344240674546097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/cerita-lama-di-kl.html' title='Cerita Lama Di KL'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-354416339888224188</id><published>2009-01-14T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:52:56.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>Bayangkan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat hidup aman damai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat berkongsi kuasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat lari dari kemiskinan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat hidup dengan tenang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat gaji macam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://benjamincafe.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-work-meeting-in-dubai.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Arlong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat beli kereta macam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamidiismail.blogspot.com/2008/11/james-bond-quantum-of-solace.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Hamid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayangkan semua penghuni dunia dapat beli Nenek Kebayan macam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenunau.blogspot.com/2009/01/nenek-kebayan.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau semua ni jadi... aku rasa semua orang dalam dunia tak akan pandang lagi &lt;a href="http://cohonggym.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-monday-suprise-day.html"&gt;Superbike Si Cohong.&lt;/a&gt; Paling-paling pun, semua orang ada duit lebih nak buat derma dan sedekah. Jadi, barang sesiapa baca entry ni dan dia rasa dia hidup selesa, cukup makan pakai dan ada duit lebih, boleh la klik kat &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Fund/gaza.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SINI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:- kalau takde duit lebih pun takpe. Kasi superbike sebijik pun boleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8112867707035400486-354416339888224188?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/354416339888224188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=354416339888224188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/354416339888224188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/354416339888224188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/bayangkan.html' title='Bayangkan...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-3681580836131079934</id><published>2009-01-09T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:35:04.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Cerita Lama II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andang jadi tabiat kanak-kanak masa sakulah randah. Inda ada lain dibuat, bemain nganya pagi patang. Zaman ku sakulah randah, banyak macam parmainan masa di sakulah. Sebalum bebunyi main, masa rehat main, masa kan muleh pun main. Inda puas hati lagi, muleh bebalik ka sakulah waktu patang, sambung main lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sudah jadi tabiat budak sekolah rendah, takde benda lain nak dibuat. Main, main, main. Zaman aku sekolah rendah dulu, banyak betul permainan masa di sekolah. Sebelum loceng berbunyi, main, masa rehat, main, masa nak balik sekolah pun main. Kalau tak puas hati lagi, balik lagi ke sekolah waktu petang, sambung main lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak macam parmainan zaman sakulah dulu. Ada yang main bubut, main lumpat, main guli dan macam-macam lagi sampai ku inda tabuai lagi kan manulis di sini. Luan batimbun! Tapi dalam banyak-banyak parmainan, yang paling ku ingat banar main tapok. Macam biasa, inda kira masa, kalau sudah musim main tapok ani, ramai yang ikut-ikutan main. Batapok bawah mija tia, dalam jamban tia, bilik stor tia. Ada jua kawan ku batapok dalam jamban bini-bini jua (tapi kedapatan jua). Yang paling thrill dan inda kedapatan tarus, batapok dalam bilik guru. Hahaha.... Tarus inda kedapatan lansung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ada macam-macam permainan ada zaman sekolah dulu. Ada yang main kejar-kejar, main guli dan macam-macam lagi permainan yang aku rasa tak larat nak tulis semuanya kat sini. Terlalu banyak! Tapi dalam banyak permainan, yang paling aku ingat sangat ialah main sembunyi (hide and seek). Macam biasa, tak kira masa, kalau dah musim main permainan ni, ramai yang ikut main. Ada yang sembunyi bawah meja, ada yang dalam jamban, ada gak dalam bilik stor. Adagak kawan aku sembunyi kat jamban perempuan (tapi kantoi gak). Yang paling thrill dan yang tak kantoi terus, sembunyi kat bilik guru. Hahaha... Terus tak jumpa langsung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu hari masa ku Darjah 4, kediaku ikut-ikutan bamain tapok dangan kawan-kawan sedarjah ku. Masa atu kami main tapok masa rehat. Tangah kami balusir kan batapok, datang tia yang carah mengaga arah tampat kami. Tarus kawanku madahkan, "LARI...!!!!! BATAPOK!!!!" Apalagi kami balusir lintang-pukang mangunjar tampat batapok. Ku liat saorang kawanku mambawa kami malumpat dalam parit kan batapok. Aku apa lagi, ikut jua la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Suatu hari masa aku Darja 4, aku ikut main sembunyi ni dengan kengkawan sedarjah. Masa tu kitaorang main masa rehat. Tengah kitaorang lari nak sembunyi, yang jadi nak datang tempat kitaorang. Terus kawan aku announce "LARI..!!! SEMBUNYI!!!!" Apalagi, kitaorang semaua lari lintang-pukang carik tempat nak sembunyi. Aku nampak seorang kawan aku bawak melompat dalam parit nak sembunyi. Apalgi, aku join la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tangah kami diam-diam batapok dalam parit, tiba-tiba, datang penyagat hinggap arah bibir ku. Tau-tau saja, kana sangat bibirku. SAKITNYA!!! Tarus ku malumpat kaluar batariak, "PANYANGAT!!!!!" Tarus ku kadapatan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Tengah kitaorang diam sembunyi dalam parit, tiba-tiba, datang  lebah tanah hinggap kat bibir aku. Tau-tau je, bibir aku kena sengat. SAKITNYA!!! Terus aku melompat keluar berteriak, "PENYENGAT!!!!!" Terus aku kantoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SWbFnwkIdlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/sOG3bDijB44/s320/2257635528_d651598de6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289132099235247698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakit kalau kena sengat binatang ani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang subanarnya aku inda kisah kedapatan, tapi yang aku inda puas hati, masuk saja kelas, bibirku yang kana gigit penyangat tadi sudah kambang basar merah macam badut. Saiznya pun basar 4 kali ganda dari biasa. Cali banar mua ku jadinya. Abis ku kana ketawakan seminggu-minggu sakulah! Cis...!!!! Andang menyasal banar ku main tapok hari atu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankly, aku tak kisah kantoi, tapi yang aku tak puas hati, masuk je kelas, bibir aku kembang kena sengat besar merah sebijik macam badut. Saiznye pun besar 4 kali ganda dari biasa. Memang lawak betul muka aku jadinya. Habis aku kena ketawakan seminggu sekolah! Cis...!!!! Memang aku menyesal betul main sembunyi hari tu.&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/8112867707035400486-3681580836131079934?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3681580836131079934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3681580836131079934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3681580836131079934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3681580836131079934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/cerita-lama-ii.html' title='Cerita Lama II'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SWbFnwkIdlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/sOG3bDijB44/s72-c/2257635528_d651598de6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3927435319536131209</id><published>2009-01-08T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:10:04.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Cerita Lama I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa ku sakulah di SRK Melayu Pusat Limbang dulu, Bapa hantar aku belajar muzik arah Music Centre. Kalau inda silap, aku start kana hantar masa ku darjah 3. Kediaku belajar organ sama belajar teori muzik. Zaman atu di sakulah, kediaku yang paling advance dari segi muzik mengalahkan cigu muzik lagi. Buku teks muzik sakulah masa darjah anam pun aku sudah katam zaman ku darjah 3 lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Masa aku sekolah kat SRK Melayu Pusat Limbang dulu, Bapa hantar aku belajar muzik kat Music Centre. Kalau tak silap, aku start masa aku darjah 3 lagi. Aku belajar organ dengan teori muzik. Zaman tu kat sekolah, akulah yang paling advance pengetahuan dari segi muzik mengalahkan cikgu muzik aku. Buku teks muzik sekolah masa darjah enam pun aku sudah khatam zaman aku darjah 3 lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biasanya kalau belajar muzik ani, kami ikut Level. Setiap tahun naik satu level. Tapi misti pas ujian dulu. Kalau inda, inda belaku naik level. Macam periksa sakulah biasa bah. Zaman atu, kediaku student yang ketiga pertama sakulah muzik atu (Baru buka masa aku register dulu). Uleh sebab yang pertama sama kedua atu sudah sakulah jauh asrama, inda lagi menyambung belajar muzik. Jadi aku dikira student favourite Music Centre atu. Bila kan masuk musim periksa, cigu selalu membari ku tuition free extra time. Kadang-kadang, sengaja kedia buka kelasnya malam kan mengajar kediaku. Jadi, ulang alik-tia Bapa mengantar kediaku belajar malam hari setiap hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kebiasaan belajar muzik ni memang ikut Level. Setiap tahun naik satu Level. Tapi mesti pass exam dulu. Kalau tak pass, tak naik la level. Memang macam exam sekolah biasa. Zaman tu, akulah student ketiga yang pertama register kat sekolah tu (Baru je bukak masa aku register dulu). Oleh sebab student pertama dan kedua dan masuk sekolah jauh asrama, diorang tak sambung belajar lagi kat Music Centre tu. Jadi aku dah kononnya "ditabalkan" sebagai student favourite Music Centre tu. Bila masuk musim ujian, cikgu aku akan bagi aku free tuition extra time. Kadang-kadang, dia sengaja bukak kelas malam nak bagi aku belajar. Jadi, setiap malam Bapa akan ulang-alik hantar aku belajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu malam, lapas Bapa mangilap mutusikal nya pakai wax sama Amor Whole arah seat nya Bapa kan mengantar ke sakulah muzik. Ku liat licin banar seat mutusikalnya ani sampai bekilat-kilat. Ijap jua ku tagugur. Selajurku naik saja, Bapa mamulas minyak memanjut. Sekali.. GEDEBUK!! Tagugur ku ke jeraya luka-maluka. Bapa inda lagi sadar tarus bejalan. Masuk ku karumah Mama keheranan. Dah ta luka-maluka basah jeraya lapas ujan, dah atu Bapa pun inda nampak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;atu malam, lepas Bapa mengilatkan motosikal guna Wax dengan Amor Whole kat seat Motor, Bapa nak hantar aku ke sekolah muzik tu. Aku nampak memang licin berkilat seat motor die. Takut gak aku kot-kot jatuh. Naik je aku duduk kat seat tu, Bapa terus pusing minyak motor nak pecut kedepan. GEDEBUK!! Terjatuh aku kat jalan raya siap luka-luka. Bapa langsung tak sedar aku jatuh, terus je jalan. Aku masuk rumah Mama hairan tengok aku. Dah le luka-luka basah kena jalan lepas hujan, dah tu Bapa pun tak nampak-nampak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama : Kenapa kau Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Gugur dari mutusikal. Licin sitnya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama : Mana Bapa mu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku : Inda sadar aku gugur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.motochasti.ru/cy80.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Model motosikal Bapa dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inda batah lapas atu, Bapa muleh. Katanya sampai saja sakulah muzik atu kedia takajut kediaku inda ada dibelakang. Marah Mama dangan Bapa malam aku. Anak gugur luka-maluka pun inda sadar! Semanjak hari atu, inda lagi Bapa luan kan meng"Amor Whole" seat mutusikalnya lagi. Takut ya anak-anaknya gugur lagi mengkali....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Tak lama lepas tu, Bapa balik. Katanya sampai je ke sekolah muzik tu, die tekejut tengok aku takde kat belakang. Marah betul Mama kat Bapa malam tu. Anak jatuh luka-luka pun Bapa tak sedar! Semenjak malam tu, Bapa takde sangat nak meng"Amor Whole" seat motor dia lagi. Takut anak-anaknya jatuh lagi kot...&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-3927435319536131209?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3927435319536131209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3927435319536131209&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3927435319536131209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3927435319536131209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/cerita-lama-i.html' title='Cerita Lama I'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3106863485229382418</id><published>2009-01-07T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:53:21.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngaleh ku eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Lama Inda Nampak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam ku padahkan last entry, aku gagau kebelakangan ani. Kediaku dapat baby boy, keraja batimbun di office sama keraja ujung minggu pun ada jua. Yang sebanarnya kediaku pun mengambil upah mengambil gambar untuk event photographer jua. Biasa laa hobi jadikan usin. Biasanya kediaku mengambil upah mengambil gambar urang kahwin. Tambah lagi ujung tahun sehari atu cuti sakulah, ramai jua jelama kan nikah ani. Bah... ani antara hasil keraja ku baru-baru ani :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Macam aku bagi tau last entry, aku agak busy lately. Aku dapat baby boy baru, kerja kat office belambak &amp;amp; kerja hujung minggu pun ada gak. Yang sebenarnya, aku pun ada gak ambik upah ambik gambar untuk event photographer. Biasala bro, hobi jadikan income. Biasanya aku ambik upah ambik gambar orang kahwin. Tambah lagi hujung tahun baru ni cuti sekolah, so ramailah yang nak nikah. So, ini antara hasil kerja aku baru-baru ni :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3075801083_08f1047306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/3096674017_64bbcc1b81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/3096674017_64bbcc1b81.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/3156521086_84c512cd91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/3156521086_84c512cd91.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/3096739261_42851f186e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/3096739261_42851f186e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1032/3169293227_f9a9608172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1032/3169293227_f9a9608172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1191/3169294733_f5e661a97b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1191/3169294733_f5e661a97b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8112867707035400486-3106863485229382418?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3106863485229382418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3106863485229382418&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3106863485229382418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3106863485229382418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/lama-inda-nampak.html' title='Lama Inda Nampak?'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3075801083_08f1047306_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-4760240905328909556</id><published>2008-12-31T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:46:29.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Paling Lawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Batah banar sudah ku inda manulis dalam blog aku ani. Sorry geng. Gagau ku sadikit... indakan tekareh manulis 2 minggu ani. Apa yang ku gagaukan?? Banyak macam. Nanti tah ku manulis dalam entry lain. Hari ani aku kan ceritakan benda paling lawak bagi Elisa untuk tahun ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Dah lama sangat aku tak tulis dalam blog ni. Sorry la bro. Busy sikit.. tak sempat nak tulis apa-apa dalam 2 minggu ni. Apa yang aku sibukkan?? Banyak betul. Nantilah aku tulis dalam entry lain. Hari ni aku nak cerita pasal benda yang paling lawak bagi anakku Elisa untuk tahun ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elisa, umur balum masuk 3 tahun. Utak sama akal lakat lagi macam anak damit. Cakapnya lurus sudah... cuma ada sadikit sabutan vocab alum lagi lurus banar. Badan sudah basar.. barat pun buleh tahan. Inda tebuai sudahku mengangkat. Kadang-kadang tepikir jua kalau dalam umur macam Elisa ani, apakah yang buleh jadi benda paling lawak dalam fikirannya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa, umur belum masuk 3 tahun. Otak dan akal pun memang masih macam baby lagi. Kalau bercakap dah betul.. cuma diction sikit je belum betul lagi. Bada pun dah besar.. berat sampai aku pun takleh nak angkat. Kadang-kadang dok terfikir gak aku dalam umur macam Elisa ni, apa saje la benda yang lawak dalam fikirannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Ahad minggu lapas, kami anak beranak pegi makan di Singapore Chicken Rice. Lapas saja makan, Elisa gagau kan ke toilet. So, biniku terpaksa la bagi baby Darwisy arahku menjaga. Malas kan manunggu dalam kadai, ku bawa masuk dalam kerita. Uleh sabab badanku  bagak, kan melimpangi Darwisy lagi, baik tah ku duduk di belakang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hari Ahad minggu lepas, kami anak-beranak pegi makan kat Singapore Chicken Rice. Lepas je makan, Elisa nak pegi toilet. So, wife aku terpaksa la bagi baby Darwisy kat aku jaga. Malas nak tunggu dalam kedai, aku bawak baby masuk dalam kereta. Sebab badan aku besar dan nak baringkan Darwisy, baik aku duduk kat belakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masuk saja Elisa dalam kerita, meliat kediaku duduk di belakang, ketawa Elisa kekek-kekek. Lawak katanya Papa duduk belakang. Mana inda, seumur hidup Elisa, inda pernah meliat kediaku duduk di belakang. Banar jua ku pikirkan. Dari ujung tahun 2005 sampai ujung 2008 ani, alum pernah aku duduk di belakang kerita jadi penumpang. Lawak kali banar??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa masuk je dalam kereta, terus die ketawa besar tengok aku duduk kat belakang. Die cakap lawak laa Papa duduk kat belakang. Mana taknye, seumur hidup Elisa, tak pernah die tengok aku duduk kat belakang. Aku ingat betul gak. Dari hujung tahun 2005 sampai hujung tahun 2008 ni, aku belum pernah lagi duduk kat belakang kereta jadi penumpang. Lawak kot??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Best Wo duduk belakang jadi passenger!!!&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/8112867707035400486-4760240905328909556?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4760240905328909556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4760240905328909556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4760240905328909556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4760240905328909556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/12/paling-lawak.html' title='Paling Lawak'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-4776262826368297936</id><published>2008-12-15T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:05:07.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa'/><title type='text'>Cerita Elisa II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elisa belum umur 3 tahun. Permainan macam urang tetua sudah. Badan pun sudah basar inda macam urang umur 2 tahun. Cakapnya... buleh tahan, pandai menjawab. Kisah malam tadi :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa main pen menyincau buku sakulah Usunya. Di aganya kediaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Papa maok order minum apa? &lt;/span&gt;(sambil kedia manyincau buku atu kononnya mengambil order minum).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku : Papa maok Teh Ais Kurang Manis Satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Satu jak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku : OK laa.. Papa maok duak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa : Sik boleh duak! Kelak sakit perut kelak. Satu jak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#Elisa belum lagi naik umur 3 tahun. Kalau main pun dah main macam budak-budak besar. Badan Elisa pun besar tak macam umur 2 tahun. Kalau dia cakap... dah terer menjawab. Kisah malam semalam :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa main pen conteng buku sekolah Pak Su nya. Lepas tu datang dekat kat aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa : Papa nak order minum ape? (kononnya kerja waiteress)&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Papa nak Teh Ais Kurang Manis satu!&lt;br /&gt;Elisa : Satu je?&lt;br /&gt;Aku : OK laa.. Papa nak dua.&lt;br /&gt;Elisa : Tak boleh dua. Nanti sakit perut. Satu je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-4776262826368297936?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4776262826368297936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4776262826368297936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4776262826368297936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4776262826368297936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/12/cerita-elisa-ii.html' title='Cerita Elisa II'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-5823503975857957020</id><published>2008-12-09T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:02:02.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa'/><title type='text'>Cakap Elisa...</title><content type='html'>Bahasa Sarawak:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt; : Ma.. Caca maok 2-3 adek lagik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Biniku&lt;/span&gt; : Banyak juak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : Aduh..aduh.. Sik kongang dah Mummy tok. Leput Mummy kelak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt; : Mummy leput lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Translated :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt; : Ma.. Caca nak 2-3 adik lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Wife Aku&lt;/span&gt; : Banyak gak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : Aduh.. aduh.. Mummy dah tak larat dah. Nanti Mummy pengsan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa &lt;/span&gt;: Mummy pegilah pengsan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-5823503975857957020?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5823503975857957020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5823503975857957020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5823503975857957020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5823503975857957020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/12/cakap-elisa.html' title='Cakap Elisa...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2596849685838715612</id><published>2008-12-02T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:55:12.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa'/><title type='text'>Untuk Tenaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anakku Elisa mimang minat banar makan coklet. Kalau buleh, selagi ada, bekareh kedia makan inda beranti. Abis malutak cemuring mulut sama muanya kalau makan coklet. Dua-tiga hari lapas, Elisa inda beranti makan coklet. Nini Bininya (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mummy"&lt;/span&gt; Elisa melagau) takut maliat kedia indakan beranti makan coklet. Ditagur tah uleh Nininya :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Anak aku Elisa memang minat betul makan coklat. Kalau boleh, dia tak nak berenti makan sampai habis coklat. Tiap kali makan, sure kotor mulut dengan muka dia. DUa-tiga hari lepas, Elisa makan coklat tak henti-henti. Nenek dia (Elisa panggil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mummy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;) takut tengok dia makan tak berhenti. So, nenek dia tegur :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy : Elisa... udah agik makan coklet ya sik berenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Sik maok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy : Kelak gemuk Elisa makan coklet jak-jak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Caca sik gemuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy : Sik bagus makan coklet selalu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Bagus... untuk tenaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakku ani alum lagi masuk 3 tahun umurnya. Pandai tia sudah menjawab. Dari manakah ideanya ani datang. Kami semua pun heran....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Anakku ni belum lagi masuk umur 3 tahun, dah pandai jawab macam-macam. Entah dari mana dia dapat idea. Kami semua pun kehairanan...&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-2596849685838715612?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2596849685838715612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2596849685838715612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2596849685838715612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2596849685838715612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/12/untuk-tenaga.html' title='Untuk Tenaga'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-2165053565827558288</id><published>2008-11-27T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:53:18.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>The Best Among The Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ayoax.a.y.pic.centerblog.net/qas89j8o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 976px; height: 492px;" src="http://ayoax.a.y.pic.centerblog.net/qas89j8o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is hardly found a very good drama series nowadays. Locally or even foreign one. Remember there is one time that Malaysia hit by Korean drama series called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sonata"&lt;/span&gt; (hope I got it right). Most people I knew, they all said this is the best of all love story drama series of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, I REJECTED IT! &lt;/span&gt;Ive seen even better! Its a Japanese Drama series titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"God, Give Me More Time"&lt;/span&gt;. Sonata's heat does not even near it, or at all!! Even if it's a kinda dark story and yes, it's a sad story as well, it's definitely a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful love story&lt;/span&gt; and it leaves you content somehow despite the situation, mainly because of the character Kyoko portrays. I would say it's a high risk of crying watching most of the episodes (I know I did) just because of her many ups and downs (actually a lot of downs). So be prepared, it's a roller coaster of feelings. One thing for sure, this is a must see drama and I ranked it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST AMONG THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. Watch it to believe it. For streaming freely, you can &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/library/Kamisama_Mou_Sukoshi_Dake#library_viewer_module=group_id%3D51494%26tab%3Dvideo"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:- if Sonata were given 5 stars, then I must say this drama deserved 10 stars!&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-2165053565827558288?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2165053565827558288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2165053565827558288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2165053565827558288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2165053565827558288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-among-best.html' title='The Best Among The Best!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-879532136937898988</id><published>2008-11-23T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:00:55.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siok eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwisy'/><title type='text'>Membari Nama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/3052094029_aab37e5af5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/3052094029_aab37e5af5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senyum Ambil Gambar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16hb November, 2008, biniku selamat beranak baru anak laki. Alhamdulillah, syukur. Bekareh tia lagi ku kan mangunjar nama untuk anak ku yang baru ani. Biniku sama anakku yang tua Elisa gagau membari nama Darwisy selagi betian 7 bulan lagi. Biniku malar bibiran betanya kediaku apa nama lain lagi ku ku bari. Alum tah ku kan ta'unjar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#16hb November, 2008, wife aku selamat melahirkan anak lelaki aku yang baru. Alhamdulillah, syukur. Kenalah aku berkerja lebih sikit nak carik nama untuk nama anak baru aku ni. Wife dengan Elisa busy betul letak namanya Darwisy semenjak pregnant 7 bulan lagi. Wife aku selalu gak tanya aku apa nama aku nak letak. Aku tak jumpa lagi la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3052094589_059be7b7d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3052094589_059be7b7d5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Batah ku bekareh mengelingai kan mangunjar namanya sabuting lagi. Ngaleh ku membaca buku nama-nama anak damit laki. Inda jua ku ada idea lagi kan membari nama ani. Mulanya ku kan bari nama Izz atau Arumi. Tapi bila ku madahkan dangan biniku pilihanku, muanya macam inda berapakan bekenan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Lama gak aku busy carik nama anak aku yang satu lagi. Letih gak aku baca balik buku nama-nama pilihan anak lelaki. Masih gak aku takde idea. Mula-mula aku nak bagi nama Izz atau Arumi. Tapi, bila aku kasi tau wife aku, bini aku macam tak berkenan je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/3052928394_40906f70d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/3052928394_40906f70d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa &amp;amp; Darwisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ketiga, awal pagi ku bangun dari mamurancah, teringin ku kan ke JPN kan mambuat sijil beranak. Last-last, baru tah ku tapikir, daripada ku payah-payahan kan mangunjar nama, baik tah ku bari nama Ahmad. Ahmad Darwisy! Uleh sebab Ahmad ani nama bapa sama bapa mertuaku, alang-alang baik tah ku bari nama anak laki pertamaku sempena nama dua bapa sama bapa mertuaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Hari ketiga, awal aku bangun tidur, teringin nak pi JPN buat sijil lahir anak aku ni. Last-last, baru aku dapat idea. Daripada aku dok fikir susah-susah carik nama, baik aku bagi nama Ahmad. Ahmad Darwisy! Olesh sebab nama Ahmad ni, nama bapak and mertuaku, alang-alang baik aku kasi nama anak aku sempena nama diorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad = Yang Terpuji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwisy = Warak&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/8112867707035400486-879532136937898988?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/879532136937898988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=879532136937898988&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/879532136937898988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/879532136937898988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/membari-nama.html' title='Membari Nama'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/3052094029_aab37e5af5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-8924123665747847213</id><published>2008-11-13T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:07.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Korea Utara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku mimang dari dulu lagi suka atau fascinated dengan cerita pasal Korea Utara. Pasal sejarah mungkin sudah tau. Tapi yang aku minat banar ani pasal cerita karang ani especially cerita pasal masyarakat dan sosial di sana. Aku mimang suka meliat rangcangan dokumentari dalam TV pasal negara urang lain. Tapi pasal Korea Utara??? Terlalu sedikit. Jadi sehari ani kediaku browse dalam You Tube dokumentari pasal ani. Banyak pulang cuma yang ani yang paling sedih ku liat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku dari dulu lagi memang suka atau fascinated dengan cerita pasal Korea Utara. kalau cerita sejarah mungkin aku dah tau. Tapi yang betul-betul aku minat ialah pasal cerita yang terkini especially cerita pasal masyarakat dan sosial orang kat sana. Aku memang minat tengok dokumentari dalam TV pasal negara luar. Tapi kalau pasal Korea Utara??? Teramatlah sedikit yang kita jumpa. Jadi sehari ni aku dok browse dalam You Tube cari dokumentari pasal ni. Memang banyak aku jumpa, cumanya yang ni paling sedih aku tengok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBzHCVv5GeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBzHCVv5GeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOIKZbhMsmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOIKZbhMsmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-8924123665747847213?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8924123665747847213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=8924123665747847213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8924123665747847213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/8924123665747847213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/korea-utara.html' title='Korea Utara'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-5308419648037937494</id><published>2008-11-11T10:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:38:34.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Nissan Vanette Bapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SRjyKP3gW1I/AAAAAAAAAio/bF9zkn4tcCA/s1600-h/800px-Nissan_Vanette_(first_generation)_(front),_Kuala_Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SRjyKP3gW1I/AAAAAAAAAio/bF9zkn4tcCA/s400/800px-Nissan_Vanette_(first_generation)_(front),_Kuala_Lumpur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267226022081747794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami sakeluarga ada 6 urang. Jadi kalau kami kan bejalan ke kadai kan membali naindah, van Nissan Vanette ani tah jadi pengangkutan. Bapa bali van ani secondhand 16 tahun dulu. Bila kami kan bejalan beraya, van ani tah jadi mambawa kami sakeluarga. Bila kami kan muleh ka Limbang dari Kuching, van ani tah yang mengangkut kami sakeluarga sama naindah panuh bepadat. Kalau lagi dahulu, dari Kuching ke Miri, selalunya kami turun dari Kuching pukul 3 pagi. Sampai ke Miri dalam pukul 4 ke 5 patang. Sungguhpun van ani ada 4 gear nganya, buleh jua ya sampai ke Miri dalam masa 14 jam nyamu. Asal tahan punggung duduk batah-batah inda be-aircond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kami sekeluarga ada 6 orang. Kalau kami nak pegi ke kedai nak beli barang rumah, van Nissan Vanette ni lah jadi pengangkutan. Bapak aku beli van ni secondhand 16 tahun dulu. Bila kami nak pegi beraya, van ni lah yang bawak kami sekeluarga. Bila kami nak balik kampung ke Limbang dari Kuching, van ni lah yang angkut kita orang sekeluarga berpadat dengan barang-barang yang penuh. Kalau dulu perjalanan dari Kuching ke Miri selalunya kami turun dari Kuching pukul 3 pagi. Sampai ke Miri dalam pukul 4 atau 5 petang. Walaupun van ni ada 4 gear je, boleh gak sampai ke Miri dalam masa 14 jam je. Asalkan tahan punggung duduk lama-lama takde air-cond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selalunya, kuatan badan kami adi-beradi tabau-tabau, sorang adiku mistilah malimpang atas lantai van ani. Mun inda, mesti lah inda muat kami duduk atas kerusi belakang ani. Sangal nyamu duduk batah-batah ani. Uleh sabab inda be-aircond, tepaksa tah kami mambuka tabok masa dalam perjalanan. Sampai saja destinasi, kalau syampu rambut atu, keluar tu hitam aingnya tekana habuk masa bejalan bejam-jam atu. Masa ku mula keraja, van ani tah jua jadi pengangkutan kediaku. Ada bisidorang hairan inda picaya ku bawa van ani pegi court. Mana jua ulah, mana kan balureh usin kan mambali kerita baru? Ani saja ku mampu masa atu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Oleh sebab kami adik-beradik bersaiz besar, salah seorang adik aku mestilah baring kat lantai van ni. Kalau tak, sure la tak muat kami duduk kat kerusi belakang van ni. Letih gak kalau duduk lama-lama ni. Oleh sebab takde air-cond, cermin kenala sentiasa bukak. Sampai je ke destinasi, kalau cuci rambut sure keluar airnya warna hitam sebab terkena habuk semasa perjalanan berjam-jam. Masa aku baru nak kerja dulu, van ni jugaklah jadi pengangkutan aku. Ada gak orang hairan dok tengok aku pakai van ni pegi court. Apa boleh buat, mana nak cekau duit nak beli kereta baru? Ni saja lah aku mampu masa tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah 4 tahun ku rasa Bapa jual van atu. Banyak banar jasanya dangan kami sakeluarga. Masa Bapa jual van atu, kedia inda madahkan dangan kediaku. Sampai karang ani, spare-key nya sabuting masih ada lakat lagi arah ku.. Sssssshh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Dah 4 tahun Bapak aku jual van ni. Banyak betul jasanya dengan kami sekeluarga. Bapak aku jual van ni tak kasi tau aku. Sampai sekarang, spare-key van ni masih lagi kat aku... Sssssshh!!&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/8112867707035400486-5308419648037937494?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5308419648037937494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5308419648037937494&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5308419648037937494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5308419648037937494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/nissan-vanette-bapa.html' title='Nissan Vanette Bapa'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SRjyKP3gW1I/AAAAAAAAAio/bF9zkn4tcCA/s72-c/800px-Nissan_Vanette_(first_generation)_(front),_Kuala_Lumpur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5048841466091682293</id><published>2008-11-11T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:04:23.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurapak'/><title type='text'>Bersyukur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Membawa anak damit naik mutusikal zaman dahulu mimang sudah jadi kebiasaan. Panas ka, hujan ka, sama jua dijalani jua. Tapi zaman karang ani especially di Kuching ani, jadi pemandangan yang ku rasa inda nyaman diliat. Macam-macam perasaanku bila ku maliat urang mambawa anak damit naik mutusikal ani. Pagi tadi masa mengantar pebinian keraja, beranti di traffic light, kami laki bini teliat sabuah keluarga naik mutusikal. Lakinya di dapan sama dengan anaknya paling tua. Bininya di belakang dengan anak damitnya. Sudah tia hujan... kesian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Bawak baby naik motor kalau zaman dulu memang jadi kebiasaan. Panas ke, hujan ke, semua redah. Tapi zaman sekarang ni, especially kat Kuching ni, aku terasa semacam suatu yang tak seronok dipandang. Macam-macam perasaan keluar kalau aku terserempak dengan orang yang bawak baby atas motor ni. Pagi tadi, masa nak hantar wife aku pegi kerja, berhenti kat traffic light, kitaorang nampak ada sebuah keluarga ni naik motor. Laki dia kat depan bawak anak sulung dia. Wife dia kat belakang bawak baby. Dah la hujan... kesian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila sudah beranak sendiri ani, meliat pemandangan cemiani ani inda sampai hati ada jua. Terasa jua kan manulong membawa anak damitnya atu. Sudah tia hujan. Inda sajok ka anak-anak nya?? Kesian ah! Batah kami laki bini meratikan bisidorang atas mutusikal. Last-last, senyum jua ku meliat ulah bisidorang sekeluarga atu sebab dorang baibun rupanya. Ketawa kasiokan dorang. Ya tah tu nah! Walaupun inda mampu mambali karita, tapi keluarga atu ku liat siok saja dengan apa yang bisidorang tedapat... Atu baru namanya bersyukur dengan nikmat hidup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Bila dah ada anak sendiri ni, kalau tengok pemandangan cam ni, rasa tak sampai hati pun ada gak. Ada gak rasa nak tolong bawakan anak-anak diorang. Dah la hujan. Tak sejuk ke anak-anak diorang ni? Kesian kan! Lama gak aku dengan wife aku tengok diorang ni. Last-last aku senyum seorang tengok perangai diorang sekeluarga. Rupanya, diorang tengah bergurau. Diorang seronok ketawa. Itulah dia! Walapun pun tak mampu beli kereta, tapi keluarga tu seronok je dengan apa yang ada... Ni lah namanya bersyukur dengan nikmat hidup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8112867707035400486-5048841466091682293?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5048841466091682293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5048841466091682293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5048841466091682293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5048841466091682293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/bersyukur.html' title='Bersyukur...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-171976335537901774</id><published>2008-11-05T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:53:33.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apakan ni?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngaleh ku eh'/><title type='text'>Big Appointment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam tadi aku punyalah nervous mamikirkan turun keraja hari ani. Pelemaingku, ada satu big appointment yang pagi isok. Kan tidur pun ku kepayahan. Sangal mamikirkan apakah appointment ku ani bisuk pagi. Ngaleh ku cuba mangingati, inda jua ku tabua'i lagi tu. Kuatan mengantok hantap, tetidur jua ku eh kengalehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Semalam aku punyela nervous dok fikir pasal nak pegi kerja hari ni. Aku terasa yang pagi besok aku ada Big Appointment kena handle. Nak tidur pun susah gila. Pening kepala aku dok fikir apa la appointment aku besok pagi. Letih aku cuba ingat balik, tapi tak boleh jugak. Sebab ngantok sangat, tertidur jugak aku keletihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awal pagi tadi takuliat badan payah kan bangun. Mulanya rasa macam malam kan turun keraja ni. Mangantuk lakat ku lagi nyamu. Tapi baru ku sadar yang aku rasa aku ada Big Appointment pagi ani. Cumanya aku alum lagi ingat appointment apakah tu. Malas jua ku kan meliat dalam diari telefon ku. Biartah ku ke ofis dulu. Karang tah cuba di ungkayahkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Awal pagi tadi, badan mengeliat susah nak bangun. Ada gak rasa malas nak pegi kerja. Mengantok gila bro. Tapi aku baru teringat yang aku ada Big Appointment pagi. Cumanya aku tak ingat appointment apa. Malas gak aku nak nengok dalam diari telefon aku. Biar la kat ofis je aku semak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila sampai ofis ku, aku cuba simak bebalik semua appointment ku sehari ani. Inda jua ku kajumpahan apa-apa yang penting sehari ani. Langui-langui ku cuba mangingati apakah yang luan penting banar sampai ku kepayahan kan tidur di malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sampai je kat ofis, aku cuba semak semua appointment aku hari ni. Takde la pulak jumpa apa-apa yang penting gila. Dok tengok sawang je aku try nak cuba ingat balik apa saja yang penting sangat semalam sampai susah gila aku nak lelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Batah ku mamikirkan, baru ku teringat... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIMPI NGANYA RUPANYA... CIS....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Lama gak aku fikir, aku baru teringat...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIMPI JE RUPANYA.. CIS...!!!!&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/8112867707035400486-171976335537901774?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/171976335537901774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=171976335537901774&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/171976335537901774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/171976335537901774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-appointment.html' title='Big Appointment!!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-6746037739625545062</id><published>2008-11-03T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:16:30.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siok eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisa dan Biniku'/><title type='text'>Makan, Makan dan Makan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami anak-beranak inda jua luan berapa pasal makan ani. Tapi bila sampai tais-liur kan mengunyah atu datang, duluri saja tia. Inda tah kami anak-beranak pandai kan beranti. Hari sabtu lapas ku bawa biniku sama Elisa bejalan kononnya keluar awal pagi makan breakfast sebalum bejalan. Sekali, sehari-hari kami bejalan mangunjar kan dikunyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kami anak-beranak takde la kuat makan sangat. Tapi kalau dah selera makan tu datang, bagi apa saja, sure layan. Susahlah kita orang nak berhenti. Hari sabtu lepas aku bawa bini aku dengan Elisa pegi makan breakfast sebelum kita orang jalan-jalan. Belakang, satu hari kita orang jalan-jalan cari  makan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam pukul 10 pagi, ku bawa bisidorang makan di Kopi O' Corner di Satok. Kami makan Nasi Lemak, Mee Kolok dengan Bubur Ayam. Elisa mimang buleh tahan makan ani. Selagi duduk, inda tah kan beranti makan. Lapas breakfast, bejalan tah kami sekajap ke Parkson. Batah sudah biniku kan membawa ke sana ani. Balum jua apa-apa dalam Parkson, biniku madahkan kan membawa makan di Holiday Inn untuk Hi-Tea buffet. Aku mana saja tah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Dalam pukul 10 pagi, aku bawak diorang makan kat Kopi O' Corner kat Satok. Kita orang makan Nasi Lemak, Mee Kolok dengan Bubur Ayam. Elisa memang boleh layan makan. Lagi lama duduk, lagi tak berhenti makan. Lepas je breakfast, kita orang jalan pegi Parkson. Dah lama dah bini aku ajak pegi Parkson ni. Belum lama sampai kat Parkson, bini aku ajak pegi makan kat Holiday Inn, Hi-Tea buffet. Aku layan je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selajur kan pukul 2pm, tarus tah ku bawa ke Holiday Inn. Dalam promotion hotel, dorang madahkah buffet start pukul 2pm. Ku liat, lakat lagi macam berabut dorang hotel manyusun naindah buffet atas mija. Macam kalam-kabut saja ku liat. Sambil manunggu, ku bawa Elisa bapusing maliat apa makanan kana hidangi. Tangah ku mambawa Elisa bapusing maliat naindah, Supervisor nya managur kediaku :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Bila dah dekat pukul 2pm, terus aku bawak pegi Holiday Inn. Dalam promotion hotel tu, buffet tu start pukul 2pm. Yang aku nampak, diorang hotel masih lagi berebut nak susun makanan buffet kat atas meja. Macam kelam-kabut je aku tengok. Sambil menunggu, aku bawak Elisa survey makanan apa yang diorang nak hidang. Tengah layan dengan Elisa tengok makan, Supervisor hotel tegur aku :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Supervisor : Excuse me Sir, could you please take your seat first. Once we ready, we will inform you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ku liat muanya macam inda puas hati ja. Ada jua ku kedangaran kedia ani komplen dengan staf-staf nya madahkan customer sudah bekaliaran tangah bisidorang manyusun makanan. Katanya payah bisidorang kan manyusun kalau customer batingal inda mau duduk dulu. Ku liat jam sudah labih pukul 2pm. Inda patut kedia komplen sababnya janji dalam promotion start pukul 2pm. Pukul 2.15pm pun alum siap... salah siapa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Muka Supervisor ni macam tak puas hati je aku tengok. Ada gak aku terdengar dia complaint dengan staf-staf die yang customer dah berkeliaran tengah diorang susun makanan. Dia cakap dia susah nak susun kalau customer tak dengar cakap suruh duduk. Aku tengok jam dah lebih pukul 2pm. Memang tak patut die complaint camtu sebab dalam promotion hotel tulis start pukul 2pm. Pukul 2.15pm pun belum siap susun... salah siapa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, start saja buffet nya, gagau tia Elisa kan makan. Hari atu saja ku bawa macam-macam makanan. Kami makan :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, start je buffet, Elisa dah busy betul nak makan, Hari tu je aku bawak macam-macam makanan. Kami makan :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasi Goreng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rojak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheese Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chocolate Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fruit Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cendol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ais Kacang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ais Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayam Ball masak sos tomato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheese Sandwich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Egg Sandwich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buah Honey Dew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buah Betik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam jenis kek/biskut bercoklat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam jenis Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bermacam-macam jenis Muffins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minum Jus Oren&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minum Soya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minum Kopi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan lain-lain makanan yang aku sendiri pun inda tau apa namanya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat kali pertama ku liat Elisa makan kasiokan. Aku inda jua berapa makan buffet ani sebab aku bukan jenis makan banyak. Tapi biniku memang buleh tahan buffet. Lagi pun, kedia ingin kan buffet ani semantara balum beranak. Mula-mula aku underestimate Elisa. Rupanya, kedia waris Mamanya. Memang inda rugi membawa Elisa. She really can eat!!! You name it, she eat it all (though not in big quantity).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Buat pertama kali aku tengok Elisa seronok makan. Aku takde la kuat makan buffet ni pun sebab aku bukan jenis makan banyak. Tapi bini aku memang boleh layan buffet. Lagi pun, die yang ingin nak pegi buffet ni sebelum deliver baby. Mulaya aku underestimate Elisa gak. Sekali aku tengok, memang Elisa ni sama macam bini aku. Memang tak rugi pun bawak Elisa. She really can eat!!! You name it, she eat it all (though not in big quantity).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2997257397_46e76651d9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Rabbi, Papa tok makan tumpah jak!! Aca jak suap Papa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2997263329_1fe1a27027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm.... Sedap buah tok Ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2997240973_f4242fc771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Oleh yang demikian, dengan ini aku isytiharkan, hari ini adalah Hari Makan SeDunia kami sekeluarga!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-6746037739625545062?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6746037739625545062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6746037739625545062&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6746037739625545062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6746037739625545062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/makan-makan-dan-makan.html' title='Makan, Makan dan Makan'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2997257397_46e76651d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-4878290860225416568</id><published>2008-10-29T15:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:21:24.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andangnya'/><title type='text'>Bila Sudah Boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di malam aku ke"boringan". Inda jua mau kan makan malam, inda jua kan tidur. Tanganku gatal saja kan membawa kamera ku ke dapan rumah. Bah, alang-alang tia, ku gagahi jua mengambil gambar "long shutter" 30 second open shutter waktu malam dapan gate rumah. Pandai-pandai tah biskita manilai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;Semalam aku boring betul. Tak nak makan malam, tak nak tidur gak. Tangan aku gatal saja nak bawa kamera aku pegi kat depan rumah. Apa lagi, alang-alang aku bawak saje pegi terus tangkap gambar "long shutter" 30 second open shutter, waktu malam depan gate rumah. Pandai-pandailah korang menilai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2983823046_80dce56129.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2983821504_0b65882516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang ku hairan, lapas ambil gambar ani, kelaparan tia ku. Bah, apa lagi, memanjut tah ku ke Mc Donald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Yang aku hairan betul, lepas ambik gambar ni, aku mula start lapar. Apa lagi, terus pecut ke Mc Donald la bro!&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-4878290860225416568?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4878290860225416568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4878290860225416568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4878290860225416568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4878290860225416568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/bila-sudah-boring.html' title='Bila Sudah Boring...'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2983823046_80dce56129_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5000870647817030072</id><published>2008-10-29T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:15:36.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mengayau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Mulah Angah'/><title type='text'>Burung Kakak Tua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selagi damit mendangarkan lagu ani, sampai karang ani. Tapi inda ada seorang pun pernah mendangar cerita yang siapa mencipta lagu ani sama bila lagu ani dibuat. Yang subanarnya, kediaku bukan apa, kediaku takajut masa mangunjar dalam internet, ku kajumpahan lagu ani di rekod zaman tahun 1974 di TORONTO, Kanada!! Glamer banar lagu ani sampai zaman 70an pun sudah kana rekodkan di luar negara... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Semenjak kita kecil lagi kita dah dengar lama lagu ni, sampai sekarang. Tapi takde plak orang tahu siapa pencipta lagu ni dan bila pulak lagu ni dicipta. Yang sebenarnya, aku ni bukan ada apa pun, cuma aku terkejut masa browse internet tadi, aku terjupa lagu ni dan telah direkodkan semenjak zaman tahun 1974 di TORONTO, Kanada!! Glamor betul lagu ni sampai zaman 70an pun dah direkodkan di luar negara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that does not interest me at this juncture. Kediaku masih ingat lagi zaman ku damit balum sakulah, mulah Angah pernah masang piring hitam lagu Burung Kakak Tua ani. Piring hitam tu bro!! Katanya, lagu atu kedidia rekod masa mulah Angah lakat lagi di Toronto. Bah... lakat kanak-kanak nyamu, inda tah kan pandai picaya kurapak urang tetua. Banar inda kah??? Kali terakhir kediaku meliat piring hitam atu, awal 80an. Karang ani mana inda kah tujunya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;But that does not interest me at this juncture. Aku masih ingat lagi zaman masa kecik-kecik belum sekolah lagi, Allahyarham Pakcik aku pernah pasang piring hitam lagu Burung Kakak Tua ni. Piring hitam tu bro!! Dia cakap, lagu tu dia yang rekod masa dia kat Toronto. Oleh sebab aku masih hingusan, apa saja orang tua cakap, mesti tak nak percaya. Entah betul ke tidak??? Kali terakhir aku tengok piring hitam tu, awal tahun 80an. Mana entah pegi dah???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2982843459_201123094a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bah, ani tah rekod piring hitam atu ku kajumpahan dalam &lt;a href="http://fivebucksonbytor.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-world-sings.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; orang Toronto, Kanada. Macam inda picaya saja ku. Ada banyak lagi lagu direkod dalamnya. Kalau inda silap, lagu Can-Malican pun ada. Cemanakah kan balurih lagi rekod ani???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ang ni lah rekod piring hitam yang aku jumpa dalam &lt;a href="http://fivebucksonbytor.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-world-sings.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; mat salleh Toronto, Kanada. Macam tak percaya je. Ada banyak lagi lagu yang direkod. Kalau tak silap, lagu Can-Malican pun ada gak. Macamana ek nak dapat balik rekod ni???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:- &lt;a href="http://odeo.com/episodes/23489201-Mustapha-Besar-Burung-Kakaktua"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to hear the actual recording Burung Kakak Tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;erformed by Mustapha Besar&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/8112867707035400486-5000870647817030072?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5000870647817030072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5000870647817030072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5000870647817030072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5000870647817030072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/burung-kakak-tua.html' title='Burung Kakak Tua'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-1482586549788825363</id><published>2008-10-27T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:07:20.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Seat Belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andangnya kanak-kanak damit ani payah kan disuruh makai tali pinggang dalam kerita. Kalau sudah inda mau atu, jangan tah ingau kan memajal lagi. Menangis saja tia karang. Jangan tah kanak-kanak lain, anakku Elisa pun kadang-kadang inda jua mau. Ada saja tia alasannya kalau inda mau makai atu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Memang budak-budak kecik zaman sekarang memang payah sangat nak suruh diorang pakai tali pinggang dalam kereta. Kalau dah tak nak tu, paksa pun tak jalan jugak. Sure nangis je lebih. Tak payah crita pasal anak orang lain, anak aku Elisa pun kadang-kadang tak nak jugak. Ada saje alasan die bagi kalau tak nak pakai.#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku : Ca.. Caca pakey seat belt maok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Sik maok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku : Aiiih!! Sik boleh sik pakey seat belt dalam kereta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Aca sik maok pakey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kadang-kadang, ngaleh ku mamujuk, inda jua Elisa ani mau. Salah satu cara kediaku kan memancing Elisa supaya pakai seat belt ani :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#kadang-kadang, letih gak nak pujuk, tapi Elisa masih gak tak nak. Salah satu cara aku nak pancing die supaya pakai tali pinggang :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku : Ca... mesti pakey seat belt. Kelak polis tangkap Caca mun sik pakey!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Sambil ku manunjuk arah kerita polis melintas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Sik eh... Nya sik tangkap Aca. Nya driving kereta polis ya ajak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bah.. kanak-kanak karang ani nyamu, pandai menjawab. Inda dapat dikelakari langsung. Bagus banar mengkali susu ku bali atu ah...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;#Hah... budak-budak sekarang ni dah pandai bebenor menjawab. Tak boleh dah nak tipu. Atau susu aku beli untuk anak aku minum tu bagus sangat kot???#&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/8112867707035400486-1482586549788825363?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1482586549788825363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1482586549788825363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1482586549788825363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1482586549788825363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/seat-belt.html' title='Seat Belt'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-1009647701640743335</id><published>2008-10-21T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:59:54.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Orangutan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://extinct.wwf.org.uk/picturelibrary/wallpapers/orang-utan1027x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://extinct.wwf.org.uk/picturelibrary/wallpapers/orang-utan1027x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam tadi, sambil manunggu Mamanya masak makan malam, aku dengan Elisa di atas maliat TV rancangan Mr. Bean. Tiba-tiba ada iklan TV manunjukkan Urangutan. Tarus tia Elisa betanya arahku:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Malam tadi, sambil tunggu Mama Elisa masak makan malam, aku dengan Elisa duduk tengok TV cerita Mr. Bean kat atas. Tetibe, iklan TV tunjuk Orangutan. Elisa terus tanye aku:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Apa ya Pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Ya Orangutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Oooo.. orangutan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Aok, Orangutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Caca ada makan Orangutan Pa...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tagadavao.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/rambutan-723868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://tagadavao.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/rambutan-723868.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baru tah ku teringat, dua hari lapas ada Mamanya membalikan kedia buah rambutan. Confuse kali Elisa ani dengan Rambutan sama Urangutan ani mengkali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku baru teringat yang dua hari lepas Mama Elisa ada belikan buah rambutan. Confuse kot Elisa buah Rambutan dengan Orangutan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mongabay.com/images/indonesia/kalimantan/kali9413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.mongabay.com/images/indonesia/kalimantan/kali9413.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orangutan dengan Rambutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Caca bukan makan Orangutan. Ya buah rambutan&lt;/span&gt; (Kediaku cubakan mengajar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Ah? Ah? Apa Pa? Orangutan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku : Bukan Orangutan. Caca makan buah Rambutan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Elisa : Ooooh... Caca pandey makan Orangutan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm... Back to square one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8112867707035400486-1009647701640743335?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1009647701640743335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1009647701640743335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1009647701640743335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1009647701640743335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/orangutan.html' title='Orangutan'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-1415681044734330435</id><published>2008-10-20T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:50:19.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><title type='text'>Iklan Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2956556257_7da63f0102_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2956556257_7da63f0102_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poster Iklan di Shoping Complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Aku pun tekajut bila mula-mula aku meliat gambar kawan ku arah poster basar dalam gambar. Yang ani saja ku mambuat gambar Elisa sama Abahnya.. taruh jadi poster iklan di Shoping Complex. Bisai jua ah....! Macam iklan poster Hari Raya Sale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8112867707035400486-1415681044734330435?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1415681044734330435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=1415681044734330435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1415681044734330435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/1415681044734330435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/iklan-hari-raya.html' title='Iklan Hari Raya'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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-8112867707035400486.post-9085112839243066901</id><published>2008-10-20T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:05:46.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya 2008'/><title type='text'>Barukan Beraya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2956304573_fa3f6928f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2956304573_fa3f6928f1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anorissah, Erwin &amp;amp; Emir (Anaknya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari sabtu hari atu, kawan ku Anor datang behari raya di rumahku. Katanya, musim awal Hari Raya sehari atu, anaknya tedamam-damam. Kesian.... Kan tinggal 12 hari saja lagi bulan Syawal, disampat-sampati saja tah beraya ani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hari sabtu lepas, kawan aku Anor datang berhari raya kerumah. Die cakap, awal Hari Raya haritu, anak die demam saja. Kesian.. dah tinggal 12 hari je lagi bulan Syawal, try jugak nak berhari raya ni kalau sempat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2957145832_24acafa15c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2957145832_24acafa15c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emir Effend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti biasa, Elisa misti gagau dengan urang yang membawa baby kerumah. Malar tia mengelingai Si Emir ani. Dibarinya makan kueh biskut raya (Anor pun inda tau ni hahaha). Nasib baik Mamanya melarang.. mun inda tepulok tia mulutnya dangan biskut raya.. kedapatan! Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Seperti biasa, Elisa mesti seronok kalau ada orang bawak baby datang ke rumah. Suka sangat nak main dengan Si Emir ni. Die bagi makan kuih biskut raya (Anor pun tak tau ni hahaha). Nasib baik Mama Elisa tegur.. kalau tak, sure mulut Emir penuh dengan biskut raya.. sure kantoi! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2956303289_248f6a4141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2956303289_248f6a4141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mula-mula tecangang saja Si Emir ani meliat kami di rumah. Tapi sudahh 1/2 jam, panas tia enjinnya. Merunggau kesana-kemari. Buleh tahan jua amai nya. Biasala, kanak-kanak damit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Mula-mula Si Emir ni dok tengok je muka kita orang kat rumah. Tapi bila dah 1/2 jam, enjin pun dah panas. Merangkak kesana-kemari. Boleh tahan jugak la nakal die. Biasalaa, budak kecik.&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/8112867707035400486-9085112839243066901?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9085112839243066901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=9085112839243066901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9085112839243066901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/9085112839243066901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/barukan-beraya.html' title='Barukan Beraya'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2956304573_fa3f6928f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-3873502534654568384</id><published>2008-10-15T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:50:27.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aku dan Elisa'/><title type='text'>Elisa &amp; Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2943625777_97fb3ab45f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2943625777_97fb3ab45f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila Elisa main "laptop"nya, balik-balik ditakannya ON sama OFF. Kalau ON, bunyinya "Hello, Lets Study Alphabet". Kalau OFF, bunyinya "Bye-Bye". Sudah tah inda ada volume control. Nyaring lagi tu.... Paning jua tu mendangarkan. Selahau telinga nyamu kalau balik-balik inda beranti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;###Zon Mudah Faham###&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau Elisa main "laptop" die, sure balik-balik Elisa tekan button ON dengan OFF je. Kalau ON, bunyinye "Hello, Let's Study Alphabet". Kalau OFF, bunyinye "Bye-Bye". Dah le takde volume controller. Nyaring pulak tu... Pening jugak kalau selalu dengar. Boleh terseliuh telinga kalau selalu dengar tak berhenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BISING!!&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/8112867707035400486-3873502534654568384?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3873502534654568384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=3873502534654568384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3873502534654568384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/3873502534654568384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/elisa-laptop.html' title='Elisa &amp; Laptop'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2943625777_97fb3ab45f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-816763640822211396</id><published>2008-10-15T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:33:33.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya 2008'/><title type='text'>Galeri Hari Raya 2008</title><content type='html'>Antara galeri gambar Hari Raya tahun ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2943598471_31c3079fbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2943598471_31c3079fbf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2943598477_d1703a19d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2943598477_d1703a19d8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2943598479_e4e380592e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2943598479_e4e380592e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2943598481_e214b7d464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2943598481_e214b7d464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2943598483_3137cd4f9f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2943598483_3137cd4f9f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2943598485_61cb6e42cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2943598485_61cb6e42cc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2943605377_d8d903b091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2937263010_00367ef138.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ani, stoking Elisa. Malam-malam Mamanya menyuruh kedia pakai stoking tidur. Malam tadi Mamanya menyuruh aku pasangkan stoking ani arah batis nya. Puas ku memujuk.. inda jua mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yang ni stoking Elisa. Setiap malam Mama die sure suruh die pakai stoking sebelum tidur. Semalam Mama die suruh aku yang pasangkan stoking ni kat kaki Elisa. Letih aku pujuk Elisa, die tak nak pakai jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2937263038_3f2985733d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2937263038_3f2985733d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ani kakiku versus kaki Elisa. Kata Elisa, kaki ku basar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ni Kaki aku lawan kaki Elisa. Elisa cakap, kaki aku besar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/2937263016_f5acb72abb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/2937263016_f5acb72abb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngalehku melayan kedia menggambar batis ku sama batisnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Letih layan Elisa nak ambik gambar kaki aku dengan kaki die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2937263000_cdcbd72c74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2937263000_cdcbd72c74.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa : Aca sik maok pakey stoking. Papa jak pakey..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Elisa: Aca taknak pakai stoking. Papa je pakai..!!&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/8112867707035400486-6684962785652956483?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6684962785652956483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=6684962785652956483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6684962785652956483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/6684962785652956483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/papa-jak-pakey.html' title='Papa Jak Pakey...!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2937263010_00367ef138_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-4345848104842871366</id><published>2008-10-11T01:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:36:52.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya 2008'/><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Raya tahun ani, terasa macam kepayahan jua ku kan mengaga bisidorang kawan-kawanku ke rumah bilang-urang. Biniku sarat betian, Elisa sikit-sikit kan bekipak. Sangal jua tu kan menaiki rumah urang tiap satu. Bukannya sadikit. Kalau termasuk kawan biniku dengan kawanku, mau jua kan sampai 10 buah (yang jadi kemestian untuk di aga). Bunyinya inda pulang banyak, tapi kalau sabuah rumah lepak berhari raya sampai 1 ke 2 jam.... sangal jua punggung tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Isnin hari atu, tapikir jua ku macamana caranya aku kan mangurangkan kepayahan ku atu. Ujungnya, alang-alang ramai kawanku sama kawan bini ada di Kuching, bah... ku lagau tia semua (mana-mana yang ampit sampai) berhari raya di rumah ku malam atu. Kediaku sama biniku pun muleh-muleh patang keraja, tarus bemasak spagetti pakai hidangan open house ani. Elisa apa lagi... gagau jua manulong kediaku mengarat tomato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inda jua luan ramai yang dapat datang. Antara yang datang :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iswandy, Bininya dengan 3 orang anaknya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garfield (Foraiza).. bininya inda belaku sebab ada urang datang beraya di rumah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apai (Zahiri) confirm datang kalau aku masak spagetti (nyaman katanya).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adiman (datang pakai kerita Vios barunya... bau cina wooo!!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apez dengan Nora (bininya)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intan (kawan biniku), Sharul (lakinya) dengan anaknya sorang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada jua la dalam 13 orang semuanya datang malam atu. Ada pulang lagi, tapi banyak last minit ada hal. Biasa laa tu, hari raya... mesti ada jelama datang naik kerumah beraya. Inda belaku kan turun beraya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2937119494_b4014f7783_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iswandy, Apez &amp;amp; Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2937119496_6824401ec7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2937119496_6824401ec7_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa indakah ditalipunnya ani. Gagau ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2937119500_f529c6619d_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is, Aida &amp;amp; Amy (anaknya bungsu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2937119486_a9b2d96098_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2937119486_a9b2d96098_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biniku dengan kawan rapatnya Intan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-4345848104842871366?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4345848104842871366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=4345848104842871366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4345848104842871366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/4345848104842871366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2937119494_b4014f7783_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-7471519931412105503</id><published>2008-10-09T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:39:53.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siok eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antam Saja Tia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Sehari Jamming</title><content type='html'>Betahun sudah kan jamming. Kan msauk 10 tahun ada mengkali. Tapi kelemarin jua dapat melapas garam jamming ani. So any antara gambar ku blureh :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2E3yOAczI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b6GuRWI1-xM/s1600-h/jammingweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2E3yOAczI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b6GuRWI1-xM/s400/jammingweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255002434119430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2KPa-q9EI/AAAAAAAAAh4/96cUr-E8ts4/s1600-h/messengerweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2KPa-q9EI/AAAAAAAAAh4/96cUr-E8ts4/s400/messengerweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008337756091458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2KFNQi_FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K13KsN5MJG0/s1600-h/guitaristweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2KFNQi_FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K13KsN5MJG0/s400/guitaristweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008162274278482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guitarist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2J5iusgfI/AAAAAAAAAho/iYSWFmGSsSs/s1600-h/drummerweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2J5iusgfI/AAAAAAAAAho/iYSWFmGSsSs/s400/drummerweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007961879446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku? Bassist laa.... inda ada gambar sebab aku yang ambil gambar. hahah&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/8112867707035400486-7471519931412105503?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7471519931412105503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=7471519931412105503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7471519931412105503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/7471519931412105503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/sehari-jamming.html' title='Sehari Jamming'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SO2E3yOAczI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b6GuRWI1-xM/s72-c/jammingweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-5109329800404689134</id><published>2008-10-06T10:31:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:09:47.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya 2008'/><title type='text'>Dang Sanak Berhari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inda ada cerita lain kalau hari raya. Semua dang sanak bekumpul... Apa lagi kan dibuat. Ambil gambar tah semua. Ani tah uleh ku masa hari raya tahun ani:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmVsP6GXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KvgfFTzQeLg/s1600-h/RayaRUmah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmVsP6GXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KvgfFTzQeLg/s400/RayaRUmah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253895027721395762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kami sekeluarga di pagi raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmVicxGYJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mBS4lEv2ccg/s1600-h/RayaKalan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmVicxGYJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mBS4lEv2ccg/s400/RayaKalan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253894859374616722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nini subalah biniku &amp;amp; sekeluarga di Bau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUdDXG9rI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F9lBi_49sE4/s1600-h/Maklong%26family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUdDXG9rI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F9lBi_49sE4/s400/Maklong%26family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893667143743154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak Long sekeluarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUSq4-LqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SEj5njSUglA/s1600-h/Pakcik%26family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUSq4-LqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SEj5njSUglA/s400/Pakcik%26family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893488776195746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak Chen sekeluarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUBheGieI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jH1IFybW-s0/s1600-h/Peus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmUBheGieI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jH1IFybW-s0/s400/Peus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893194189801954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feuz dengan Bapa Mama nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmTJ3vnVuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YQcsnzZkOPA/s1600-h/Maklong%26siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmTJ3vnVuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YQcsnzZkOPA/s400/Maklong%26siblings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253892238096160482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy, Mak Long &amp;amp; Mak Chen adi-beradi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmS2oFNNFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H7JUAzR4aJA/s1600-h/CacaMakAbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmS2oFNNFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H7JUAzR4aJA/s400/CacaMakAbah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891907474240594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa, Mak &amp;amp; Abah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmSMEzUR_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/iAvM0yNig78/s1600-h/Caca%26kawan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmSMEzUR_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/iAvM0yNig78/s400/Caca%26kawan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891176449460210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa &amp;amp; the Gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmR-rH98KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/YCRK6I8IL2E/s1600-h/Caca%26fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmR-rH98KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/YCRK6I8IL2E/s400/Caca%26fren.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253890946218455202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elisa &amp;amp; kawan-kawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOm5SIA8CBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wEsRfWaODho/s1600-h/A%27ah,-Elisa%26Shahirah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOm5SIA8CBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wEsRfWaODho/s400/A%27ah,-Elisa%26Shahirah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253934161344595986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A'ah, Elisa &amp;amp; Shahirah&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/8112867707035400486-5109329800404689134?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5109329800404689134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=5109329800404689134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5109329800404689134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/5109329800404689134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/dang-sanak-berhari-raya.html' title='Dang Sanak Berhari Raya!'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH1LL0p8-a0/SOmVsP6GXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KvgfFTzQeLg/s72-c/RayaRUmah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112867707035400486.post-2329116286475231836</id><published>2008-09-29T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:43:54.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceritaku'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak macam jenis cerita setiap kali hari raya. Ada sedih, ada siok, ada yang boring dan ada jua best. Tahun 2003 antara hari raya yang sedih jua untuk aku. Nini meninggal sebalum raya. Kediaku inda kan sampat muleh ka Limbang kan bajumpa Nini buat kali terakhir. Aku pun inda sampat kan pigi tahlil Nini sebab masa atu mulah Angah pun koma di KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kesian banar sama bapa. Serba salah kedia kan mengaga mulah Angah di China dulu kan manulong membawa muleh ke Malaysia. Masa atu, mulah Angah sudah koma. Nini pun baru maninggal di Limbang. Tapi ku rasa bapa lagi kesian dengan mulah Angah sebab Nini sudah maninggal, mulah Angah masih lagi ada peluang untuk kedia bajumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa atu Mama sama adi beradi ku lain di Limbang pegi tahlil Nini. Aku dangan adi ku sorang lagi di Kuching pasal kononnya kan manunggu bapa kononnya kan sama muleh ke Limbang lapas mambawa mulah Angah muleh. Tapi bapa talipon aku sehari sebalum raya, kedidia sama mulah Angah terpaksa tinggal di KL. Aku sama adiku saja beraya di Kuching... makan hari raya pun di Mc Donald sebab kami inda masak apa-apa pun di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapa muleh ke Kuching hari raya kedua madahkan mulah Angah sudah sadar dari koma. Sanang hati ku jua mendangarkan. Tapi nya bapa, kesian ya dengan Angah bini sorang-sorang di KL mendangani mulah Angah di hospital. Kediaku masa atu malas jua kan bafikir lagi, selajur tah ku ke KL kan bajumpa dangan mulah Angah. Alhamdulillah, aku dengan Pak Mit sama-sama naik bilun. Sanang hati mulah Angah maliat kami dua datang. Walaupun inda senyum, tapi dari matanya dapat ku baca, kedia menangis sebab suka hati kami datang jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa atu mulah Angah alum tau Nini maninggal takut kedia tekajut. Mana jua ulah, urang baru ja sadar koma, takut apa-apa hal lagi. Entah berapa lama mulah Angah inda tau mulah Nini maninggal sudah, tapi yang ku dangar kedia sedih banar mendangarkan sebab kedia sudah betahun jua inda sampat bajumpa dengan mulah Nini sebab guring limpang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa ku di KL atu, sampat jua ku mangunjarkan lauk Terubok. Sampat jua ku masakan untuk mulah Angah kuatan katanya tais liur kan makan. Andang payah masa atu sebab time atu hari raya keempat di KL. Mana ada kadai buka. Oleh sebab aku biasa sudah diam di KL, inda menjadi masalah tah jua aku kan mengungkayahkan liur mulah Angah atu. Siok ku maliat kedidia makan beselera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, dalam masa 2 bulan atu, ramai tah sanak-saudara datang dari Brunei sama Limbang kan mengaga mulah Angah di KL. Tapi tanpa kami sadari jua, salah sorang pakcik ku, mulah Angah Haji, yang melawat atu pun maninggal jua inda batah bajumpa mulah Angah. Kami semua takajut banar! Aku jangan tah lagi... sudah betahun-tahun aku inda sampat bajumpa dengan mulah Angah Haji. Inda jua lagi kesampaian kan bajumpa lagi. Hari Raya tahun 2003 andang banar-banar kami sekeluarga rasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya tahun 2006 pun pengalaman yang hampir sama. Seminggu sebalum hari raya, mulah Angah maninggal. Aku konon-kononnya sudah besiap-siap kan muleh ke Limbang sama Lawas beraya. Tapi aku serba-salah jua sebab masa atu mulah Angah sakit tenat. Nya bapa, sukati ku saja kalau aku kan muleh ke Limbang. Tapi kedia tatap kan mendangani mulah Angah. Aku rasa, bapa mimang rapat banar dengan mulah Angah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun inda sampai hari kan muleh ke Limbang jua, tapi aku bedoa setiap hari supaya Angah sihat semula sampat beraya sama kami sekeluarga. Lagi pun aku sudah batah inda melawat Nini-nini ku di Lawas kan behari raya angan ku. Sekali lagi, pengalaman hari raya tahun 2003 kami rasai. Mulah Angah meninggal seminggu sebalum Hari Raya. Terasa macam dejavu saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ani mimang sudah ku menyimpan hasrat atu kan beraya ke Limbangs sama Lawas. Tapi biniku sarat betian tahun ani. Bilun inda dapat menerima jua tu. Jangan tah lagi kan pakai darat!! Teberanak tia karang tangah jalan!!! Sekali lagi tahun ani aku inda belaku kan muleh raya. Tahun lapas kami sekeluarga pun beraya di Kuching saja. Jadi uleh kerana banyak dang sanak datang ke Kuching, malas tah ku kan muleh dulu, kononnya kan pigi tahun ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak tahun 2003, sampai 2008, aku alum parnah lagi muleh beraya. Bukan inda mau, ada saja aral melintang. Insyaallah, kalau inda ada apa-apa tahun dapan, kan ku surongi jua muleh beraya ani... insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, tahun ani aku beraya di Kuching saja. Semua dang-sanak ku yang lain, peradian, bapa-mama muleh ke Limbang sudah hari ani. Tinggal tah ku sorang di sini beraya. Apa-apa pun, kepada siapa membaca blog ku ani aku ingin ucapkan Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ps:- Bapa, minta maaf banyak-banyak Pa, aku inda sampai kan besalam sama kita. &lt;/span&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/8112867707035400486-2329116286475231836?l=boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2329116286475231836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8112867707035400486&amp;postID=2329116286475231836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2329116286475231836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8112867707035400486/posts/default/2329116286475231836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfromlimbang.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>HH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765739927198265019</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></feed>
