<?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-38679648</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:16:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Story Morning Glory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-9145155669066019263</id><published>2008-11-18T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:46:49.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ih ih ih</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am. Sitting in front of this PC, wondering. Thinking. What am I going to do today? Sheesh. The motivation seems to fade away. I don’t feel too excited anymore, working here. This is sad. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a great vision, and high hopes. I wanted to learn, add my knowledge and gain experience. Well, I did get those, but with little passion. Everyone here is thinking about himself or herself. They worked hard to promote themselves, and don’t care about others. I guess I don’t blame them. This is the reality. You have to compete. Otherwise, you’ll get to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Khairil has gone to Perth. So did Sue. Adam is next. Siti is still in Melbourne. I heard Saifudin is next in line to go to Perth. Edward is even better, migrated to Melbourne and work there. So, where do I stand now? Nowhere dude. Except Khairil, all of them joined this company after me. They all got their chances already. Me? Only God can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, am I being jealous here? Yes, you can say that. The way I see it, I’m a victim of this company hasten vision and planning. I have to work with two supervisors, and that makes it harder for them to make proper plan for me. Today, I do dam job, tomorrow, I do drainage job. Then they become confused, whether to send me for training on dams, or drainage design. In the end, I go nowhere. Perfect. Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to recruit and train a dam engineer, then make sure you set a proper plan for it. Don’t just pluck this fella from anywhere and ask him to learn this and that. At the same time, let this fella do other work, which is not quite related. Then you expect this fella to learn quickly. Steep learning curve. Yea right. Steep my pompous ass la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it’s never easy to be success. But without fair, and equal chance, how am I going to compete and upgrade myself? Maybe I’m just too frustrated here, I don’t know. I was promised a lot of things early this year and none of it being materialised. Ni macam janji2 pilihanraya la ni. Akhirnya gigit jari. Jalan tak berturap. Air takde. Elektrik pon tak masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will the letter from the “heaven” delivered to me. Save me from this misery (and lead me to other type of misery). As I have little strength to wait any longer. The grass is always greener on the other side. Is there any truth in it? We have to find out. I have to find out. This episode has becoming so sad. Pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-9145155669066019263?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/9145155669066019263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/9145155669066019263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/11/ih-ih-ih.html' title='ih ih ih'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-3856904596593314584</id><published>2008-11-17T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:36:20.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so damn proud of my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SSEcdQztCcI/AAAAAAAAADk/k1xvdsYgSd0/s1600-h/SIT.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269524328053803458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SSEcdQztCcI/AAAAAAAAADk/k1xvdsYgSd0/s400/SIT.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As news of Tiger Woods' knee injury hits the headlines, a researcher at the University of Southampton has developed a new self-powered sensor to monitor progress during knee operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of his final year project in his Masters degree in Electromechanical Engineering, which he studied at the University's School of Electronics and Computer Science (ECS), Fauzan Baharudin explored the potential for the use of thick film technology in the development of medical sensors which could be embedded in the knee during surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new sensor, called Serial In-vivo Transducer (SIT), which uses thick film technology, could measure tendon force during Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) reconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACL is the most commonly injured ligament and is commonly damaged by athletes, in fact it is reported that this is the ligament associated with Tiger Woods' injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauzan's project was supervised by Professor Neil White at ECS, who, in 1991 developed thick film piezoelectric material which made it possible to produce a sensor which could power itself if it were installed in a device that vibrates and would be ideal for appliances where physical connections to the outside world were difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor White said: 'Although this work is still in its infancy, our earlier research in thick-film sensors has shown that it is feasible to apply the technology to medical applications such as prosthetic hands. We have also shown that it is possible to harvest energy from the human body using piezoelectric materials and the knee is subjected to very high levels of force during everyday activities. It therefore seems logical to combine the two approaches to deliver a new type of embedded, self-powered sensors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fauzan's project entitled Assessing the use of thick-film technology in knee surgery: along with energy harvesting in-vivo, he has also incorporated some of this energy harvesting capability into SIT which means that it will be self-powered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I chose knee surgery because this has been very little research carried out in this field and I felt a self-powered device could work well in the knee,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before developing SIT, Fauzan reviewed the existing devices in this field and concluded that due to its flexibility in fabrication, low capital cost, fast lead time and its suitability for use in the body, thick film technology is the best solution for ACL surgery. Assessment of the energy harvesting feature revealed that the device could produce more than enough energy to power itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It remains a mystery to me, given how common knee injuries are among athletes, that devices like ours have not been developed before now,' said Fauzan. 'A sensible assumption for this is that thick film technology does not reach medical researchers as quickly as it does within the microelectronics community hence the delay in realising the huge potential in developing in vivo transducers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/113764.php"&gt;http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/113764.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecs.soton.ac.uk/about/news/1914"&gt;http://www.ecs.soton.ac.uk/about/news/1914&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciencecentric.com/news/article.php?q=08070148"&gt;http://www.sciencecentric.com/news/article.php?q=08070148&lt;/a&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/38679648-3856904596593314584?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3856904596593314584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3856904596593314584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-damn-proud-of-my-brother.html' title='i&apos;m so damn proud of my brother'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SSEcdQztCcI/AAAAAAAAADk/k1xvdsYgSd0/s72-c/SIT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-8791592495417302144</id><published>2008-11-14T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:32:41.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an Aston Martin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to help me cope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you see the wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of its power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you don't have to ponder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it can go any faster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in speed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something good in every car I beat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't believe in brakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i know the time is right to overtake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my Aston Martin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SRzhsIJliUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WkqpD_kt1_k/s1600-h/2007_aston_martin_dbs_02_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333812334823746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SRzhsIJliUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WkqpD_kt1_k/s400/2007_aston_martin_dbs_02_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/38679648-8791592495417302144?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8791592495417302144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8791592495417302144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-dream.html' title='i have a dream...'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/SRzhsIJliUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WkqpD_kt1_k/s72-c/2007_aston_martin_dbs_02_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-147077283409051771</id><published>2008-10-29T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:16:59.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.92</title><content type='html'>I have encountered a valuable experience recently. The experience was really a stunner in a sense that it hit me hard in the face (and breaking my heart). So far, I have never thought that I’d be facing such thing, but finally I did. And I have no answer to it. But it did make me feel so annoyed and upset me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue was, what’s the fucking deal with 2.92? I’ve met two distinguished academician. The first thing they asked was, “why did you get 2.92?” and then followed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“batch you ramai tak dapat 3 ke atas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“dalam banyak2 semester ni, ade tak you score 3 ke atas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ape kelebihan you ni, sebab ramai yang lain dapat 3.5, 3.8?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“dengan 2.92 ni awak dapat jugak buat master ye?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kerje setahun setengah je, I don’t think you ade design pape pon kan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukimak. Those were very insulting questions. Hey pundek, with that 2.92, I’ve finished my master in one and a half year only. By research you fuckin idiot. Not mixed mode or by course. I’ve presented two papers in two national conferences. I have experience in teaching tutor classes for one year even though I reluctantly doing it. But I did! I’ve been active with various campus activities and sports, played in the highest level of National Varsity tournament for two years. Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this 2.92, I managed to get a job in GHD, one of the leading consultant firms in Australia. I have managed to complete 2 projects in just one year. Yes, you may be right, I haven’t designed anything big yet, as my role here is just a junior hydrologist. But still, those experiences aren’t something you can get on the sidewalks or on the street. Do those who get 3 pointers and above have the experience travel 6 hours on a boat, staying in the jungle doing river gauging? Do they know how long does it take to complete a gauging? Can they tell their students that Rational Method would tend to give higher values in its results? I bet they couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect those who scored 3 pointers and above. They are great. They worked hard to earn it. They deserved it. But it doesn’t mean that those who couldn’t score 3 pointers are stupid and lazy. Everything happens for a reason. In my case, I’ve tried my best to balance my campus activities with academic. Hence, 2.92 should be a credible result for an active student. Why can’t you accept that? Fuck la you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beginning today, I officially declare that I’ll never EVER respect those people and their institution again. Pergi mampos. Harap nama je bijak pandai2, tapi x reti hormat orang lain. Hina orang lain. Pukimak la. Simpan je ijazah korang tu dalam lubang jubo korang. Pergi la terus hidup dengan obsesi terhadap 3 pointer ke atas tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-147077283409051771?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/147077283409051771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/147077283409051771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/10/292.html' title='2.92'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-5931794733759291953</id><published>2008-09-10T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:32:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Racist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru baru ni kite sume ade dgr pasal sorang ahli umno (ketua pulak tuh) kat penang meraban x tentu hala. kononnya ceramah beliau ade menyentuh isu sensitif dan berbau perkauman. and he insisted that he did nothing wrong as the thing he mentioned during his speech was merely based on facts. fair enough. you may have stated the fact, but being a so called "LEADER", such statement may not be appropriate. okay, fine, eventhough you still think you're right, but what's the harm apologizing for any hard feeling felt by the chinese prior to your speech? yang emo sgt tu kenape? tak reti2 yg BN tu dah nk rebah menyembah bumi, lagi nk berdegil camtu skali? mmg la semangat nk mempertahankan melayu tu perlu ada, perlu kuat dalam diri kite ni. tak mintak maaf pon xpa, tp be wise lah sket. mintak maaf kalau ada yg tersinggung perasaan. ckap je la ayat tu. sudah la. you defend your act, and at the same time you apologize IF your act hurts other people. simple isn't it? yg ketegaq tu pasai paa? bodoh. low class. patut pon DAP tu pegang penang la ni sebab ada orang2 cam hangpa laa. akai xdak. klu sayangkan umno,sayangkan bangsa melayu kita ni, bukan camtu caranya. kita kena bijak sket. la ni, hang pikiaq laa sindri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 september&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm la ni sume org dok hingaq pasai 16 sept.betui kaa kita akan dapat kerajaan baru?macam2 andaian, spekulasi,tohmahan,tilikan dibuat. klu merujuk pada blog2 pro pakatan rakyat ni, sume konpiden je nk tukar krajaan.hm.we'll see.korg ingat senang nk tukar kerajaan?ingat kerajaan ni macam main masak2?nk tukar suke2 hati bile rase nk tukar.ape jadah nye pilihanraya tuh?mana amalan demokrasi yg dilaungkan oleh sume pihak, tak kira pembangkang atau pon kerajaan? kita amalkan demokrasi berparlimen - kerajaan yang dipilih rakyat melalui undi di pilihanraya, bukan demokrasi berlompat2 - kerajaan yang dibina oleh ahli wakil rakyat melompat parti. nak ramai pulak tu, smpai 30++ org. i'm not saying that i like the current govt. they suck!makan duit rakyat tak abis2..slow mo,and pain in d arses.flip flop some say. the worst decison made by the govt is by increasing the fuel price. and it's even worst when they dared asking us to change our lifestyle! kepala hotak die berjambul. minyak naik, sume bende naik la bangang. oke la pastu kau turunkan harge minyak, tpi ingat barang2 tu bleh turun balik ka? sorii. bg rebet, yg ade kenderaan je dibaginye, tp yg xdak kereta tuh? depa pon nk kene beli brg2 makan gak. nak ubah cara idup camne laginye? nk mkn ubi rebus cicah garam cam zaman jepon? xyah pakai letrik, gune jamung je gi jalan malam2. cmtu ke? eay korg tu hidup beranak pinak dengan elaun2, mane tau erti susah? elaun beribu2. nk potong sket pon aritu berkira. ceh. they really need to be replaced indeed, but i'm not so sure by MPs switching parties will bring any good.maybe anwar can't wait any longer for the next general election. the rakyat has suffered a lot. i do hope he really does it for the rakyat. not for his personal ambitions to be the next PM. my personal view is, he should be concentrating on developing the 5 states that they won in the last GE. show to people that they're capable on bringing changes and create prosperity in those states. but again, i guess the rakyat has suffered a lot...and he couldn't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape pon aku taknak jd taksub.taknak taksub pada PR, taknak taksub pada BN. bukannye takde pendirian, tapi memilih untuk mencari yang terbaik. asalkan ia baik untuk rakyat terbanyak, aku setuju dan sokong je, biarpon dari parti cap kunci skali pon.kadang2 ade bende dengar boleh, percaya jangan.lu pikirlah sindrii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biaselah, puasa tiap2 taun bende yg paling teringat puasa kat usm. zaman pegi bazar ngn moto ramai2. slalu pegi dgn lan, sebab die sekepala ngn aku, x nak buke ngn makanan kat kafe tuh. selere mesti tingggi. biar ribut topan datang sekalipon, buke puase semestinye dengan lauk pauk dan kuih muih yang lazat dan menyelerakan kat bazar ramadan p.buntar.so memang, seiingat aku, buke kat kafe tu zaman2 smpai 2nd year je kot. 3rd n 4th year dah rajin kuar gi bazar. mase master lagi la, rajin gi ngn kak ayu n kdg2 dgon.kdg2 kak ayu wat masak2 kat umah die, lg bes, berdoyon2 la dak master menempel muke nk mkn skali kat umah die. those good old days. i'll always miss those memories. betul la org selalu ckp, zaman belajar2 tu la zaman paling bes. dah keje ni, haramm gi bazar ramadan. xde feel dah la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-5931794733759291953?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5931794733759291953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5931794733759291953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/09/bebel.html' title='bebel'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-2528736502003329343</id><published>2008-06-04T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:40:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paku di Hati</title><content type='html'>Ada seorang pemuda yang sangat pemarah. Dia tidak dapat mengawal kemarahannya walaupun ianya hanya satu masalah kecil sahaja. Pada suatu hari, bapanya telah menghadiahkannya dengan seguni paku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untuk apakah paku-paku ini ayah?" tanya pemuda tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Setiap kali kamu marah, kamu pakulah tembok batu di hadapan rumah kita ini, bagi melepaskan kemarahan mu" jawab ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari yang pertama sahaja, pemuda itu telah memaku sebanyak 37 batang paku pada tembok batu tersebut. Selepas beberapa minggu, setelah dia dapat mengurangkan kemarahannya, jumlah paku yang digunakan juga berkurangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mendapati, adalah lebih mudah mengawal kemarahannya dari memukul paku menembusi tembok batu tersebut. Akhirnya tibalah pada suatu hari, dimana pemuda tersebut tidak marah, walau sekali pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pun memberitahu ayahnya mengenai perkara tersebut dengan gembira. Bapanya mengucapkan tahniah dan menyuruh dia mencabut kembali paku itu satu persatu, pada setiap hari yang ia lalui tanpa kemarahan. Hari berganti hari, dan akhirnya dia berjaya mencabut kesemua paku-paku tersebut. Pemuda tersebut lantas memberitahu perkara tersebut kepada bapanya dengan bangganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapanya lantas memimpin tangannya ke tembok tersebut dan berkata "Kau telah melakukannya dengan baik, anakku, tetapi lihatlah kesan lubang-lubang di tembok batu tersebut, tembok itu tidak akan kelihatan sama lagi seperti sebelumnya. Bila kau menyatakan sesuatu atau melakukan sesuatu ketika marah, ianya akan meninggalkan kesan parut dan luka, sama seperti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau boleh menikam seseorang dengan pisau dan membunuhnya. Tetapi ingatlah, tak kesah berapa kali kau memohon maaf dan menyesal atas perbuatan mu, namun lukanya masih tetap ada. Luka di hati adalah lebih pedih dari luka fizikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang akan melupakan apa yang kamu katakan.....&lt;br /&gt;Orang akan melupakan apa yang kamu lakukan.....&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, orang TIDAK akan pernah lupa bagaimana kamu membuat mereka begitu bererti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-2528736502003329343?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2528736502003329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2528736502003329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/06/paku-di-hati.html' title='Paku di Hati'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-8069859177817069736</id><published>2008-05-15T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:40:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t feel so happy today. There are so many things have happened and I began to wonder. Mostly it’s about my own future. The classic issues, on what I want to be, what I should do to get better life and how to get rich. This morning I found out that there are so many things that I still don’t know, especially in engineering discipline. Yeah, it’s true that I can be considered a fresh graduate, as I don’t have much working experience. But is that really an acceptable excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder am I a fast learner or not. I think I am, but somehow I get the feeling that some people over here would have different opinion. At least my previous mentor thought that I could do work well and produce admirable results. But that was in different environment and circumstances. Over here, the competition and pressure is unbelievable! I got to always to be few steps ahead and get ready for any incoming workload. If I don’t, then people will start talking. Speaking of which, these “talking- behind-your-back” activities are definitely popular in any offices. It can get you demoralize and crush your enthusiasm to do work. I just wonder how much longer till it gets to me. I hope it won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better think carefully, and decide on my future wisely. I can’t say that I’m getting fed up already working as an engineer, but I just feel that there’s something more interesting for me out there. Oh God, how I wish I know what it is right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder since when I couldn’t speak English well. This morning I’ve been trying to contact DID Sarawak, and to my surprise, I found it so difficult for me to communicate with the officer! DID Sarawak have a lot of Chinese staff and obviously their Malay language is a bit different than ours in Peninsular. That’s why English is the best language to be used when dealing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my experience with those Australians during our trip to Sarawak few months ago. I rarely talked to them and speak whenever it’s necessary only. I know that’s bad and very unhealthy. That’s why I need to practice more and be brave enough to talk to them. Will I get the chance to travel with them again? Only time will tell (and the financial condition of Baleh project of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’m quite impressed here. This time I managed to write something proper as an entry. Usually it’s only simple story, and pointless issue, but today I really came out with a pretty good piece of work. Maybe it’s because of the Tun Dr Mahathir’s blog. I read it yesterday and I must say that I kinda miss that old fella as our PM. Well, don’t get me wrong, as he may not be total 100% clean and right all the time, but his thoughts and ideas are definitely invaluable. During his time as PM, the government looked strong and any conflicts and issues were well addressed. Compared to the current government, they have lost five states on the last General Election... What else can I say? Of course this is my personal view, and as Malaysian, everyone is entitled to have one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all for today. I’m not in the mood to do my work. That’s why I wrote this entry. Hopefully I will continue to write and express my views through this blog. Till then, jazakumullahu khairan kathira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-8069859177817069736?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8069859177817069736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8069859177817069736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-in-mood.html' title='Not in the mood'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-5965415642871497206</id><published>2008-04-03T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:17:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry - Buckcherry</title><content type='html'>Oh I had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-5965415642871497206?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5965415642871497206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5965415642871497206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-buckcherry.html' title='Sorry - Buckcherry'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-1218978586763841632</id><published>2008-03-31T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:42:30.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around..comes around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's once a straight road ahead of me. I used to walked slowly and carefully so that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I didn't go to other directions. somehow, along the way, there were some distractions. and i got caught into..and never got out. now i wonder, why the hell i just didn't follow the straight road which may lead me to peacefulness. why did i let myself drown into those unnecessary distractions?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the answer is...because it was so damn fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-1218978586763841632?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1218978586763841632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1218978586763841632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-goes-aroundcomes-around.html' title='what goes around..comes around'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6415070646385511723</id><published>2008-02-11T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:35:31.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busby Babes: Munich Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6-vcC3cx1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThFArHquXZs/s1600-h/Belgrade275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540193957889874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6-vcC3cx1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThFArHquXZs/s400/Belgrade275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Busby Babes line up for the very last time ahead of their last game together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(courtesy of GettyImages) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article by Phil Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the summer of 1968 and on Wembley's hallowed turf, underneath the famous twin towers and in front of 100,000 fans Manchester United have just beaten Benfica 4-1 to lift the European Cup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the pitch the celebrations soon engulf Matt Busby. One by one his players find him, shake him by the hand and embrace him. Each expressing in these brief emotional moments feelings of joy, of thanks, excitement and something more; empathy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can be seen best in the fleeting glimpses the archives show of Busby with George Best and with Manchester-born Nobby Stiles, who shares a particularly poignant exchange with his manager. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten years on from February 6th, 1958 and Busby and United had achieved greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was an achievement born out of the necessity to honour the memories of Busby's Babes who died in Munich... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The scale of the Munich air disaster, the sheer tragedy of the events and their subsequent impact is difficult to impart to a new generation of football fans. This was a team that had achieved considerable success and while so-doing won the hearts of a nation, not just the red half of Manchester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two consecutive league championships, a runners-up place in the 1957 FA Cup final, five back-to-back FA Youth Cups between 1953-57, a place in the 1957 European Cup semi-finals and the same again in 1958. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busby Babes were on the brink of greatness, the future was theirs. There seemed to be no limit on what they could achieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they had managed to accomplish so much is remarkable in itself, but it was the manner in which it was achieved that endeared so many to that Manchester United team. It was a side that not only played with style and panache, but they did so with players who broke the mould. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The commonly held belief at the time was that to compete at the highest level required experience in every position, blooding a youngster represented a considerable risk. While Busby recognised the importance of experience he believed that youth was an undervalued asset and could give him the edge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than buying seasoned professionals, as was the norm, Busby built a side around youth; it was a gamble, but one that paid off. The average age of his 1956 championship winning side was just 22. The average age of the side which flew back from Belgrade in February, 1958 after securing a place in the European Cup semi-finals was 23. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busby is a close as you can get in football to being regarded as a pioneer, as a visionary; with his ground-breaking youth scheme he re-wrote the way football teams were constructed and by recognising the potential of the European Cup he embraced a new frontier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure from the English football authorities champions Chelsea did not enter the European Cup in its inaugural season in 1955/56, but despite the same opposition Busby led his championship winners into Europe for the competition's second season and managed to reach the semi-finals where they lost to Real Madrid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After securing the league title again in 1956/57 United qualified once more for the European Cup in the 1957/68 season, and after their success in the competition the previous season United were automatically amongst the favourites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those walking the corridors of power at the Football Association and the Football League were diametrically opposed to the European Cup fearing it would undermine the integrity of the game at home, and so strove to make United's decision to compete as difficult as possible by dismissing any pleas to alleviate fixture congestion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under new league rules any team competing in Europe had to be back in England a full 24 hours before their next domestic fixture. In fact United's decision to charter a plane from British European Airways for that ill-fated round trip to Belgrade in February 1958 for the European Cup quarter-final against Red Star owed itself to this ruling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the previous round United had struggled to get home in time for their league fixture against Birmingham City when their flight home after a game against Dukla Prague was delayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Busby wanted no such delays, no such worries ahead of United's vital game on Saturday February 8th against league leaders Wolves, a game of great importance to Busby who was aiming to secure the league title for a third straight season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So against this background of opposition from the powers that be and restrictive time constraints Busby and his young convention-defying team, which was already on the path to glory, began its last fateful journey together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having beaten Red Star 2-1 at Old Trafford a draw would be enough to see them into the semi-finals of the European Cup for the second successive season. On an icy pitch in Belgrade on the February 5th United raced into a 3-0 lead but, perhaps betraying United's youthful naivety, Red Star got back into the game. Nevertheless, despite a 3-3 draw on the day United won 5-4 on aggregate and secured a place in the semis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The players and club officials enjoyed a cocktail reception at the British Embassy after the game before beginning their journey home the following day aboard BEA Flight 609. The Elizabethan class aircraft, the 'Lord Burleigh', landed in heavy snow for refuelling at the Munich-Riem airport in West Germany. It would never to fly again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice the aircraft tried to take off, and twice it failed. After each attempt the passengers were all asked to return to the terminal building. The second time Duncan Edwards, like some of the other players, was convinced they would not be travelling home that afternoon, and so sent his landlady a telegram which read: 'All flights cancelled. Returning home tomorrow. Duncan.' The telegram was delivered at 5pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite their reading of the situation the passengers were called to the plane for a third time. In the cabin the laughing and joking of the previous attempts was replaced by a sense of apprehension. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.04pm Captain James Thain attempted a third take off. As a result of the slush and snow on the runway the plane could not reach take off speed and so failed to gain height. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane crashed through the airport's perimeter fence and careered into an unoccupied house. The port wing and part of the tail was ripped off and the house caught fire. The port side of the cockpit slammed into a tree, the starboard side of the plane hit a wooden hut causing the fuel truck and tyres it housed to explode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-one of the 44 people aboard perished in the crash, while a further two were to succumb to their injuries in hospital. Seven of the players who had played in Belgrade a day earlier died instantly: Geoff Bent (25), Roger Byrne (28), Eddie Colman (21), Mark Jones (24), David Pegg (22), Tommy Taylor (26) and Liam 'Billy' Whelan (22). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Edwards lost his fight for life 15 days later on February 21, while the careers of Johnny Berry and Jackie Blachflower were ended as a result of the injuries they sustained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bodies of the dead were flown back to Manchester and lay overnight in the Old Trafford gymnasium before being collected by the families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 100,000 people lined streets as the hearses delivered their coffins to the stadium and thousands more lined the streets for the subsequent funerals and memorial services, while two minutes of silence were observed at matches across the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busby himself, the father of the team, suffered fractured ribs, a punctured lung and injuries to his legs. So grave was his condition that the last rites were administered in the hours following the crash. Two weeks on and entombed in an oxygen tent Busby was again read the last rites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remarkably he recovered enough to continue his convalescence in Switzerland where he was accompanied by his wife, Jean. Busby did not return to Manchester until April 18. He made his journey by rail and sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the immediate aftermath of the tragedy, amid the grief, shock, sorrow and pain there was James Patrick Murphy, Busby's assistant and the man who did all in his power to keep the club functioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United owes a great debt of gratitude to Jimmy Murphy, it is thanks to his dogged determination and devotion that the shattered club and community were able to continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bobby Charlton recalls that on a visit to the Rechts der Isar Hospital in Munich Murphy was a tower of strength as he tended to the injured players and relayed to the infirm the scale of the tragedy and the grief being experienced in Manchester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Charlton's autobiography he remembers how Murphy's heartening displays of strength were revealed to have been a brave face worn to protect others: 'One day he was discovered in a back corridor of the hospital, sobbing his heart out in pain at the loss of so many young players.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy implored the survivors to fight through the suffering for the good of the club and the memory of their fallen team-mates. It was Murphy who took charge as Busby fought for life and Murphy who sought to find the players necessary to field a team for the first game after the disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through death and injury the United squad was decimated, such was the shortage of players facing Murphy that players were brought in from outside the club and, 17-year-olds were called up from the second reserves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stark a illustration of the problems facing the club, United winger Kenny Morgan recalls: 'I was back playing about a month after the crash. I shouldn't have played until the following year. But there were no players at United. All the wingers were killed.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, who was only rescued hours after the crash when two German reporters were scouring the wreckage for the film of the Red Star game, never reclaimed the form he showed before the disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 19th 60,000 fans crammed into Old Trafford for the postponed FA Cup 5th round tie against Sheffield Wednesday; it was United's first game after the disaster. In the programme for that game 11 blank spaces appeared where the United players should have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, two of the survivors took the pitch for what was to be a 3-0 win; Bill Foulkes, who Murphy made skipper that day, and Harry Gregg who just two weeks earlier had helped pull survivors from the wreckage, including Charlton and Busby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;United went on to reach the FA Cup final, but lost at Wembley to Bolton Wanderers, they were also defeated in semi-final of the European Cup by AC Milan. As a mark of respect UEFA invited United to compete in the competition the following season, but the invitation was declined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tragedy and football are no strangers, from the relatively recent disasters at Heysel and Hillsbrough to the 66-fans who died at Ibrox in 1971 and 1949's Superga air disaster, which claimed the lives of 18 Torino players, the events and aftermath of Munich still resonate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the sense of loss was so acute and is still remembered today because it stemmed from the loss of young, talented people not yet close to fulfilling their potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Babes may not be young by today's standards when 21-year-old footballs are far from a rarity. The same was not true in 1958. The youngest to perish was Eddie Colman just 21 years and 3 months old; the eldest, the captain of the side, Roger Byrne, who died aged 28. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the city of Manchester and United as a club felt the loss most acutely, Munich was also a tragedy for English football, European football and the game as a whole and perhaps this is why their memories remain so cherished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those that died Tommy Taylor was already an established part of the England national team with 16 goals in 19 appearances, as was Byrne with 33 caps to his name, while David Pegg had just broken into the national side and Duncan Edwards had broken the post-war record as the youngest player to represent England aged just 18, he went on to win 18 caps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlton still says Edwards is the best player he ever saw play the game. That Charlton played with and against players of the calibre of di Stefano, Beckenbauer, Pele and Best makes such a statement all the more remarkable and further echoes the tragedy of talent lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason the Babes are still important today is that their legacy has always been at the forefront of everything Manchester United stands for and strives to attain, and it is as important today as it was 50 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 'Flowers of Manchester' banner inside Old Trafford to the ethos of fast flowing football, complete with an emphasis on youth, employed by Alex Ferguson today, the memory and achievements of Busby and his Babes informs and moulds the club...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirty-one years on from the European Cup triumph of 1968 Manchester United are training at the Camp Nou ahead of their appearance in the final of Champions League. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 26 1999 is set to be another momentous day in the club's history. By coincidence it will mark the 90th birthday of Busby, who died in 1994 having seen Ferguson end the club's 26-year wait for a league title last won in the season prior to the triumph at Wembley. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the pitch Alex Ferguson wears a replica shirt from the 1968 triumph. It is at once a gesture which pays homage to those who went before, a show of pride, of honour and of heritage. It is also, in no small part, a canny device designed to inspire his players. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The challenge for Ferguson and his players was to emulate and honour Busby and his players, those who triumphed in 1968 and those who perished in 1958.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6-vGi3cx0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bGkb0AyK4A8/s1600-h/OldTraffordG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165539824590702402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6-vGi3cx0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bGkb0AyK4A8/s400/OldTraffordG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In memorium: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Players:&lt;/strong&gt; Geoff Bent, Roger Byrne, Eddie Colman, Duncan Edwards, Mark Jones, David Pegg, Tommy Taylor, Liam Whelan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journalists:&lt;/strong&gt; Alf Clarke, Don Davies, George Follows, Tom Jackson, Archie Ledbrooke, Henry Rose, Eric Thompson, Frank Swift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also killed:&lt;/strong&gt; Walter Crickmer (club secretary), Bert Whalley (chief coach), Tom Curry (trainer), Capt Kenneth Rayment (co-pilot), Bela Miklos (travel agent), Willie Satinoff (supporter), Tom Cable (steward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/38679648-6415070646385511723?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6415070646385511723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6415070646385511723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/02/busby-babes-munich-remembered.html' title='The Busby Babes: Munich Remembered'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6-vcC3cx1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThFArHquXZs/s72-c/Belgrade275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6117219529594490635</id><published>2008-02-04T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:53:10.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell Ping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6bC_YAZBaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKosv5XmGtQ/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163028416858490274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6bC_YAZBaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKosv5XmGtQ/s400/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sitting from left: zue, norizan, kak zai, ping, kak sherry, kak marini, nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;standing from left: siti, jason, mr kho, mr beh, me, henry, khairil, yazid, saiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, for once, most of the water group members can have a photo session together. the sweet and nice Ping Chae Yew is leaving GHD. so this is the farewell lunch to celebrate her last day in GHD..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-6117219529594490635?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6117219529594490635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6117219529594490635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell-ping.html' title='farewell Ping!'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6bC_YAZBaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKosv5XmGtQ/s72-c/IMG_2500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-1452445694231388717</id><published>2008-01-31T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:00:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hepi besday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GMS4AZBZI/AAAAAAAAACk/UvBuDgbbIzE/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161560903842858386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GMS4AZBZI/AAAAAAAAACk/UvBuDgbbIzE/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeaa, last wednesday was Mr Kho's birthday. He's 39 now. still young and dangerous.haha. we kinda set up a suprise party for him. i had to sneak out from the office with kak zai to buy drinks. siti even went to sogo just to buy the cake. it's a very nice cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GL84AZBYI/AAAAAAAAACc/rLHDyCzj7mU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161560525885736322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GL84AZBYI/AAAAAAAAACc/rLHDyCzj7mU/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's me chatting with him and Mr. Beh. wah, got into the bosses' circle ah. huhu. sometimes i still feel shy to speak with them. aiya. maybe in time i'll be able to interact better with the top people. huhu. gotta go now, happy hour is going to start in few minutes. yeay! makan2. i end this entry with the picture of the cake. the caption's quite cute, actually.hehe. hepi besday boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GLuIAZBXI/AAAAAAAAACU/r9-mfHcexgk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161560272482665842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GLuIAZBXI/AAAAAAAAACU/r9-mfHcexgk/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/38679648-1452445694231388717?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1452445694231388717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1452445694231388717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/01/hepi-besday.html' title='hepi besday!'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6GMS4AZBZI/AAAAAAAAACk/UvBuDgbbIzE/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-2772921556883491290</id><published>2008-01-04T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:57:08.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break - Season 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32t0F6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAACM/va7PiIEq7lQ/s1600-h/prison_break_season_3_promo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151464659232991058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32t0F6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAACM/va7PiIEq7lQ/s400/prison_break_season_3_promo_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from left: T-Bag, Bellick, Whistler, Sofia, Linc, Michael, Sucre, Mahone, Lechero and Gretchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hohhohohohohoohohohooo last nite i watched 8 episodes of latest prison break. gosh! i was even forgot that i've to go to work today.hehee. non stop man. couldn't stop actually. i guess the series are still great and exciting like the previous seasons. there are some new faces, new heroes, villains, greater conspiracy. in a nutshell, the new prison break rawks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32qNV6PpzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YTjw_-v39VM/s1600-h/prison_break_season_3_promo_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151460694978176818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32qNV6PpzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YTjw_-v39VM/s320/prison_break_season_3_promo_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa this is one of the new characters in this new season. James Whistler, the guy that Scoffield had to get him out of the Sona prison. His ture identity still remains mystery, but one thing for sure, he is valuable to the Company.hensem kannn?heheh.Scoffield had to break him out of Sona in order to save LJ and Sara from being killed by the Company.and he got only one week to do that. damn. but i think i fancy the following new character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151463654210643778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32s5l6Pp0I/AAAAAAAAACE/LaayUu_R6WU/s320/prison_break_season_3_promo_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaaa~~~~ sungguh kiutt~~ (^3^)v. hehehehe.she is Sofia Lugo, girlfriend of Whistler. but she didn't know the true identity of Whistler. She only knew Whistler as a fisherman from Australia.huhuhu.mmm byk lagi bleh citer psl season baru nih, tp tgh bz la.hahaha. later la k :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-2772921556883491290?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2772921556883491290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2772921556883491290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/01/prison-break-season-3.html' title='Prison Break - Season 3'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R32t0F6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAACM/va7PiIEq7lQ/s72-c/prison_break_season_3_promo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-3046623233237891475</id><published>2008-01-03T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:45:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngomel pagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R3wsEF6PpyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qg6Z_r0O5b0/s1600-h/Suharti+Ismail.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ni sampai awal.kul 7.45 dh ade kat bgnan the mall nih. ingatkan jalan dh jem balik, sebab cuti skolah dh abis. tp cam ok je lagi td. maybe esok kot. arini agaknye ramai yg cuti nk anto anak2 g skolah. kak shery pon cuti 2 hari dh ni. rina nk skolah dah. yazid pon cuti sehari. fuzain pon. smlm dh kabo nk cuti. mm. cmtu la kot bile dh ade anak2 ye. nk kene nganto gi skolah, bayo2 yuran. yg takde anak lg ni? bekojo lah kito, sekueknyoo bekojo bekojo..huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ade rase x puas hati. tp rasenye bendenye kecik je. x perlu diperbesar2kan. tp yelah, kurg puas ati.huhuh. harap2, by the end of the day, i'd forget all 'bout it. leceh laa bile jd cmni. nk enjoy pon xleh. jd susah ati je.cih. semalam penat je tnggu si din online. berapi2 ckp kul 8. dah la tenet bengong. nk tuko maxis la plak. streamyx's already losing its credibility and popularity, i think. they have become complacent, thinking that they're the only sole provider of broadband internet in the country. well guess what, not for long suckers! celcom n maxis are catching up. they better wake up or they'll face similar situation like MAS, once who thought that they're the only major player in airline industry in this country. Air Asia is much2 better now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ummi dh dtg balik keje ni. tp x g la bekpes ngn die arini. malas plak rasenye. tah nape tah die cuti smalam. ade la tu kot. arini nk siapkan report Jedok tuh. iee nana ngn khairil dpt gi s.petani. nk pegi gak.huhuhuhuhuh. kak marini x bagi, sbb jedok ni punye psl la ni. aaii. klu sempat siap minggu ni pon, rasenye x leh gi gak la kot. takkan nk pegi 3 org plak.huhu. xpe lah, mungkin ade rezeki lain kali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm..rase nk call tgku bhaiya la plak.lame x sembang ngn die.k lah, ni je kot arini.aku dh tahap bosan dan...tah la. hm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-3046623233237891475?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3046623233237891475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3046623233237891475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2008/01/ngomel-pagi.html' title='ngomel pagi'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-1931414487000012263</id><published>2007-12-18T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:27:21.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't go home without you..</title><content type='html'>I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;She left before I had the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The words that would mend the things that were broken&lt;br /&gt;But now it's far too late, she's gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your breath, I'll never get over&lt;br /&gt;The noises that you made kept me awake&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The weight of things that remaind unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Built up so much it crushed us everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I felt but never really shown&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-1931414487000012263?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1931414487000012263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/1931414487000012263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/12/wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='won&apos;t go home without you..'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6735321755348816361</id><published>2007-12-17T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:11:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>demit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ysxl6PpuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_w2Q3MCVRDI/s1600-h/300px-Classic_time_bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848854818989794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ysxl6PpuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_w2Q3MCVRDI/s400/300px-Classic_time_bomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustrated.waiting to explode...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-6735321755348816361?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6735321755348816361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6735321755348816361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/12/demit.html' title='demit'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ysxl6PpuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_w2Q3MCVRDI/s72-c/300px-Classic_time_bomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-8552270143867755571</id><published>2007-12-13T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:59:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruud warning over Capello's defensive tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ctdh_X7JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E94lMCJ-jrk/s1600-h/capello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143301497309097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ctdh_X7JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E94lMCJ-jrk/s400/capello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruud Gullit insists Fabio Capello, the favourite for the England manager's job, is a winner but warned fans he does not play 'for the beauty of the game'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.dc2.adtech.de/adlink3.060511811070170ADTECH;loc=300;key=england+story++448+ASIA;kvsection=england;kvpagetype=story;kvleague=;kvclub=448;kvcc=ASIA;grp=505485" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capello is reported to be flying into London today for talks with the Football Association with a view to succeeding Steve McClaren as national team boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Angeles Galaxy manager Gullit, who played under Capello at AC Milan in the 1990s, is confident the 61-year-old Italian will be a success as England boss but does not expect it to be easy on the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'He doesn't play for the beauty of the game but to win,' the Dutchman said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You don't see him laughing much - he's moody. But he knows what he wants. You have to go his way or you will get in trouble. He screams at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You need to be well drilled to play for him - very disciplined - and you certainly don't fool around with him, that's for sure.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gullit insists the initial focus for Capello would be making sure England are watertight defensively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Italians are all about looking good, defending your reputation. When you've got that you become very hard to beat. If you become that clinical, you don't even have to play well to win - that's how come they have won so many championships.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AC Milan midfielder Clarence Seedorf, who played under Capello at Real Madrid when they won the Spanish league title in 1997, concurs with Gullit that the Italian is a no-nonsense boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'He's a tough guy, very straight. He's very dedicated. Of course it has been quite a while since I worked with him in Madrid, but I think he has much more experience now than 10 years ago,' Seedorf said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'He was then already one of the best coaches I've ever had.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seedorf confirmed Capello had told him he was very interested in doing the England job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I was talking with him only two weeks ago about this possibility and I know he sees it as a very interesting challenge,' he told Radio Five Live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'England has quality players but results haven't really shown everybody the potential of the team. (Capello) knows that and it's a challenge for him, to go where the results are lacking and make those great players a good team.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seedorf admits the biggest test for Capello will be making the transition from club management to the more hands-off role of an international coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'It's going to be a challenge for him also because he has always been able to communicate and train every day with the players, so it is going to be very different,' he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'One of his best qualities is getting the very best out of each player, even if he is not playing well. He is very specific in what he wants and very clear on what he wants from each player and sometimes he will push you to your limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'He has always asked 100% of the players once you are on the field. He is very straight, very clear with the players. He will work with those who are committed and professional players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'He would rather have less quality but committed players than quality players who are not committed. He has been experienced (in working with) great players and still being able to get the best out of them.'&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/38679648-8552270143867755571?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8552270143867755571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8552270143867755571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruud-warning-over-capellos-defensive.html' title='Ruud warning over Capello&apos;s defensive tactics'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ctdh_X7JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E94lMCJ-jrk/s72-c/capello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6281800365574140823</id><published>2007-12-03T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:35:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggs: No need for United to panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R1OUuB_X7II/AAAAAAAAAAs/OP6c1YNlD8c/s1600-R/Giggs1_577001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139615118289005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R1OUuB_X7II/AAAAAAAAAAs/pAhuvi5Ju3w/s400/Giggs1_577001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected defeat at the Reebok Stadium, coupled with Arsenal's continuing good form, means United head into Monday's clash with Fulham five points adrift of the Gunners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although the season has not yet reached its midway point, Sir Alex Ferguson's men are aware there is no room for further failure - at least until December 16 when United square up to Liverpool at Anfield on the same day as Arsenal host Chelsea in what is already being billed as 'blockbuster Sunday'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Giggs revealed there has been no tension in the Red Devils camp, just a clear-headed analysis of what went wrong at Bolton - and the usual steely determination to put it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Outside the club, a lot is made of it when we lose a game," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"But inside there are no alarm bells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You have to be realistic - everyone is going to lose occasionally. One game is nothing. It is when you lose two or three on the bounce that you should really start worrying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although it is not totally unheard of for Fulham to win at Old Trafford - they last managed it in 2003 - United have triumphed in their last five meetings. With Wayne Rooney set to return, they are strong favourites to extend that sequence to six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With no internationals to disrupt the fixture list until February and top spot in their Champions League group confirmed already, the Red Devils effectively have a two-month run in which to flex their title muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a time of the year when United have traditionally been at their strongest - and Giggs, veteran of all previous nine championship triumphs under Ferguson, is hoping history repeats itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This is a time of year when we have won a lot of games in the past," he recalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The last international break was not too good for us - because we were brilliant against Blackburn before it and definitely were not against Bolton immediately afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Like any team, if we are in good form, we want the games to come thick and fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We hope we can get our form going into the Christmas period again, because there are four or five games within 10 or 11 days - with a lot of points to be won. We don't want to be dropping any."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giggs is among a clutch of players expecting a recall after starting last Tuesday's win over Sporting Lisbon on the bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carlos Tevez, Wes Brown and Owen Hargreaves are in the same situation - while Rooney has stepped up his training in recent days after recovering from an ankle injury, leaving Ferguson confident the England forward will end a three-match absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apart from scoring 10 goals in 10 matches for club and country immediately before the freak training-ground injury which left him on crutches, Rooney has also gelled with Tevez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a creative player such as Giggs, having both men available is a major plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wayne and Carlos have struck up a really good partnership - so with Wayne coming back and Louis Saha fit again, the manager has a lot of options," said Giggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It is great to have Wayne back. Before he got injured, he was on an excellent run of form. He is a quality player and he is always a threat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The key for us is to perform to our highest level; if teams come to Old Trafford and we are not at our best, it only encourages them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"If we are playing at our best, playing at a high tempo, as Manchester United can, we will cause teams problems and get the games won. It is as simple as that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-6281800365574140823?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6281800365574140823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6281800365574140823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/12/giggs-no-need-for-united-to-panic.html' title='Giggs: No need for United to panic'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R1OUuB_X7II/AAAAAAAAAAs/pAhuvi5Ju3w/s72-c/Giggs1_577001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-3436260185574405340</id><published>2007-12-03T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:26:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Bobby draws up England shortlist of five</title><content type='html'>Former England manager Sir Bobby Robson will recommend a list of five men for the national team job to the Football Association - and none of them are English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robson is among a group of senior figures in the domestic game who will be consulted by FA chief executive Brian Barwick over who should succeed Steve McClaren after the team's failure to qualify for Euro 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reveals a five-man list in his Mail On Sunday column, consisting of Aston Villa's Northern Irish boss Martin O'Neill, Russia's Dutch coach Guus Hiddink, former Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho, Italian Fabio Capello and Frenchman Gerard Houllier, most recently at Lyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing in the Mail On Sunday, Robson said: 'Of the British managers, Martin O'Neill clearly stands out. He's bright, charismatic, experienced and a proven winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jose's advantage is he knows our football and he would be welcomed back with open arms.Tactically, there is nobody better - I still remember his dossiers at Porto and Barcelona when he worked with me! - and that's important for one-off international games.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Hiddink, the man whose Russia team pipped England for a place in the Euro 2008 finals, Robson said: 'His track record in international football is the best of all the contenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whereas club managers would need time to adjust - however successful they have been - Guus knows this kind of football inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Capello, Robson said: 'After years in Spain and Italy, it would be interesting to see how he coped with the mentality of an English player.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houllier has extensive experience of the English game after a spell as manager of Liverpool and Robson added: 'His career has received a second wind after he left Liverpool. He won the French League twice with Lyon and I know players such as (Steven) Gerrard look up to him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barwick and the FA's director of football development Sir Trevor Brooking are continuing their consultation process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA head of communications Adrian Bevington yesterday confirmed that no individual has yet been approached with a view to offering them the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-3436260185574405340?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3436260185574405340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3436260185574405340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/12/sir-bobby-draws-up-england-shortlist-of.html' title='Sir Bobby draws up England shortlist of five'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-2285640749550970236</id><published>2007-11-28T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:40:02.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd 2-1 Sporting Lisbon: Late Ronaldo stunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0y2_doiunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uT-L-YMqK0c/s1600-h/ronaldo-275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137682476325583474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0y2_doiunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uT-L-YMqK0c/s400/ronaldo-275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo saved the best until last to down his old club for the second time this season and secure a top seeding in the Champions League knock-out phase for Manchester United.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his one-man mission to inflict more damage on Sporting Lisbon appeared certain to end in frustration, Ronaldo stepped up to drive home a 25-yard free-kick in the second minute of stoppage time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Portuguese outfit must be sick of the sight of the man they nurtured through his formative years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Ronaldo who settled the previous meeting between the sides in September and his sixth goal of United's European campaign will offer Sir Alex Ferguson some much-needed breathing space in his team selection for the final 'dead-rubber' against also-qualified AS Roma in a fortnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given the potentially explosive trip to the Stadio Olimpico comes just five days before a blockbuster Premier League encounter with Liverpool at Anfield, Ferguson wanted his side's Champions League status wrapped up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Scot looked like being frustrated, having only Carlos Tevez's leveller to show for their second half efforts after a woeful opening period saw Abel put the visitors in front and had them threatening what would have only been United's eighth home defeat in European competition.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Ronaldo produced a touch of class when it mattered and not surprisingly, Tomasz Kuszczak was the first one to congratulate him at the final whistle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuszczak's blunder may not be dissected in quite the same manner as Scott Carson's inexplicable failure to keep out Niko Kranjcar's speculative shot at Wembley last week but if anything, the ramifications could be more serious, for the player at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regular number one Edwin van der Sar is close to signing a one-year contract extension and England international Ben Foster has advanced sufficiently in his recovery from cruciate knee ligament surgery to at least be present on United's training ground, even if a first-team appearance is not expected until March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, with United out of the Carling Cup and needing to make up points on Arsenal in the Premier League, there is not that much room for experimentation. So, with every opportunity counting for the Poland star, it is little wonder he was left shaking his head in despair as he reflected on his mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abel deserves plenty of credit for the way he spotted the opening, then curled a superb shot in at the near post with the outside of his left foot from the right touchline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Kuszczak could not escape blame, for it was his blatant anticipation of a cross which provided Abel with the space to finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to the goal, the game had been memorable only for the appearance of a rodent sniffing around the Old Trafford pitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abel's effort should have freshened United up, instead they just shrank into their shell and were fortunate Sporting did not double their advantage as Liedson was probably just onside when he was flagged off after turning home Anderson Polga's through ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Ronaldo became becalmed against his old club after previously appearing to be on a one-man scoring mission, darting through the visitors' defence on three occasions, without finding the finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither could Louis Saha get a decent connection on his shot when Ronaldo set him up with an impudent back-heeled through ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as at Bolton on Saturday, too many red shirts operated way below optimum levels and Ferguson must be concerned at the stuttering manner in which side have returned from their international break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The United boss made his feelings on the first half debacle clear by introducing Ryan Giggs, who celebrates his 34th birthday on Thursday, and Tevez at the interval. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tevez had the major impact, although United had to wait for their equaliser. Saha, who had an evening to forget, spurned a glorious chance when he delayed far too long after being set up by Ronaldo, while Nemanja Vidic nodded Giggs' corner wide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The breakthrough eventually came thanks to Patrice Evra's scampering left-wing burst. Tevez knew little about it as Ronaldo's mis-hit shot from Saha's lay-off arrived at his feet but a firm deflection off the South American was enough to see United level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miguel Veloso, apparently a Red Devils transfer target, would have impressed most observers with an effective midfield display. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Portugal international might even have capped his night with a goal too, only for his 20-yard strike to whistle just over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unedifying sight of Evra being booked for a blatant dive was not one which would appeal to Ferguson's sporting instincts but in the end Ronaldo gave the home fans something more palatable to remember. &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/38679648-2285640749550970236?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2285640749550970236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/2285640749550970236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-utd-2-1-sporting-lisbon-late.html' title='Man Utd 2-1 Sporting Lisbon: Late Ronaldo stunner'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0y2_doiunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uT-L-YMqK0c/s72-c/ronaldo-275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-8216315870067684700</id><published>2007-11-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:14:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McClaren's Gambles Backfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0UeKtoiumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8bwSSgPT2v0/s1600-h/england+mangkuk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135544119483087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0UeKtoiumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8bwSSgPT2v0/s400/england+mangkuk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Steve McClaren's stay of execution was to last just five short days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as he might, the soon to be former England manager could not cover up his tactical flaws that have cost this once proud nation their place in the Euro 2008 finals and while the final chapter of his brief and often painful story will go down as the most dramatic games this sparkling new stadium will ever host, its legacy could be catastrophic for the future of English football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a stunning comeback from two goals behind at the break was enough for McClaren and his team as a 77th minute winner from Mladen Petric condemned England to the international scrapheap and with it, the inquest into the demise of the country who gave football to the world begins in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager's resolution in the face of his demise was impressive, with his determination not to resign both curious and blatantly forlorn after such a setback. 'I will not discuss my future,' he told the media pack, baying for blood after this disastrous evening. 'The time to reflect is in the future and we will do that in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The pain I feel after this defeat is indescribable. We have let the nation down, but I can have no complaints. I said judge me after the 12 game campaign and in the final analysis, we don't deserve to be at the European Championship finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We made too many mistakes in this game and while I stand by my decision to pick Scott Carson in goal, he was at fault for one of those. I was surprised how easily we were beaten because Croatia looked like scoring every time we went forward. Still, as the manager, I take full responsibility for this defeat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a night when a point would do for England, their first half showing was that of a side who were intent on getting their manager sacked, with their so-called 'world class performers' such as Steven Gerrard and Frank Lampard looking more like non-league players having an off-day.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it was not until the chief marketing icon of the aforementioned and much lambasted competition made his belated entry at half-time that England began to rally and David Beckham was the only player who deserved better than this embarrassing demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have written that this brilliant footballer is merely a walking advertisement in a generation of plastic celebrities fail to appreciate just what he has brought to the English game in the last decade. His mere presence lifted the crowd and his energy and delivery on the right flank was of a quality McClaren's first pick, Shaun Wright-Phillips, can only produce on a PlayStation game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckham's pinpoint pass to set-up Crouch for the equaliser that should have sealed England's qualification was a touch of pure class and it was a shame for the LA Galaxy star that the rest of his team mates were not good enough to capitalise on his enthusiasm and brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Becks' 99th international cap and as he took a bow to all four corners of Wembley at the end, he knew it would probably be his last. England will not be lucky enough to see his like again for some time and the FA should put on a game that ensures he collects the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the same tribute could be paid to McClaren, whose decision to change his goalkeeper and stick Scott Carson between the sticks for his competitive debut, not to mention his shock move to pick Wright-Phillips ahead of Beckham, ensuring this would be his final game as England coach unless he got the result he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may call his tactical switches bold or brave, yet the truth was they were huge gambles against a side who, although already qualified for Euro 2008, were more than capable to denying England the point they required to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the heavens opening an hour before kick-off and the already appalling Wembley pitch struggling to cope with the soaking it was receiving meant this game had the potential to develop into a lottery and that is the last thing McClaren needed having already gambled so much with his team selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Niko Kranjcar opted to take a speculative long-range shot after just eight minutes and Carson allowed it to slip through his grasp and into the back of the net, McClaren's heart must have sunk lower than at any point in his brief and often turbulent reign as England boss. England's fate appeared to be sealed as Ivicia Olic waltzed through a defence that had never played together before to double Croatia's lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McClaren's move to replace Gareth Barry and Shaun Wright-Phillips with Jermain Defoe and the much-missed Beckham at half-time was an admission that he had got his original starting eleven horribly wrong and it needed just eleven second half minutes to reap rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere presence of Beckham lifted the crowd and when Defoe's shirt was pulled in the box, the referee handed England the penalty lifeline they craved. Lampard's spot kick filled Wembley with hope that was never there in the first half and it seemed as if the fairytale comeback could be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Beckham made his mark with the pass that set up Crouch's leveller and with that, England appear to have averted disaster. That was until Petric blasted his winner past the helpless Carson and McClaren was forced to finish what will surely be his final press conference as England boss with applause ringing around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be surprised to hear it was not for him as, before he finished talking to the Sunday newspapers, Croatian boss Slaven Bilic entered the room and drew an ovation from the Croat media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is not much wrong with English football,' claimed a polite Bilic. 'This was the toughest group you could have and England were part of an amazing match tonight. We deserved to win, but England played well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Still, we proved in this game that we are as good as England and I read a report saying no Croatia player would get into the England team. I say wake up, wake up. Honestly, we showed we are much better than some people think.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sympathy looking at McClaren as he fronted up to the ultimate failure, but if you put yourself in this big pool, drowning is not an option. The absence of John Terry, Rio Ferdinand, Wayne Rooney and Michael Owen was a hammer blow ahead of this game, but his team selections backfired and for that, he has to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, the press box was not a scene of joy at the demise of an England coach they have undermined from day one. When push and shove collide, their summer holidays in 2008 and the prestige that goes with reporting on a major tournament was on the line on this soaking Wembley night and while few of them like or respect McClaren, these Englishmen want to see their country succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy is that while McClaren seemed like the least horrible option compared to Sam Allardyce when Phil Scolari turned down the Football Association's advances in the summer of 2006, he has come up short time and again in a qualifying campaign that was torturous at its beginning and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the new man who will take charge knows he can't take England any lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAN OF THE MATCH:&lt;/strong&gt; David Beckham: He alone tried to lift England into the Euro 2008 finals and if this was his final game, he goes out in a blaze of personal glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PITCH HORROR:&lt;/strong&gt; This may be the best stadium in the world in terms of facilities and grandeur, yet the FA have to pay off the vast debt they incurred in its construction so pointless commercial exercises like promoting American football is required. The pitch was a mess after the recent NFL game here and a disgrace to the Wembley brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIDGE OF SIGHS:&lt;/strong&gt; Amid the Wembley chaos, left-back Wayne Bridge produced one of the worst performances from an England player in many a year. He even tried to cap his incompetence with a second half own goal as his effort looped onto his Scott Carson's crossbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATTLE OF THE BROLLY:&lt;/strong&gt; While soppy England coach McClaren sheltered under an umbrella early on, his opposite number from braved the elements. Slaven Bilic showed he was a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROATIAN VENUM:&lt;/strong&gt; The Football Association must have felt as if their move to give members of the British military a chance to parade on the pitch prior to kick-off was a guaranteed winner, yet the hoards of visiting fans greeted them with a torrent of abuse and single finger salutes won't have gone down well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDICT:&lt;/strong&gt; Sympathy for McClaren will be hard to find, yet this was a night when England's players were shown up to be second rate. Gerrard and Lampard were poor throughout and they are the stars expected to shine when their country needs them. Let the post mortem begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-8216315870067684700?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8216315870067684700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8216315870067684700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/11/mcclarens-gambles-backfire.html' title='McClaren&apos;s Gambles Backfire'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R0UeKtoiumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8bwSSgPT2v0/s72-c/england+mangkuk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-4679600136713642459</id><published>2007-09-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:51:58.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>lalala lalala.hari ini sangat sejuk.nk menaip pun xleh.jari jemari seakan menjadi beku.beku yang tiada taranya. beku yang tak bisa2 dicairkan lagi. kebekuan yang bersarang di jemari itu kian menular ke bahagian otak. beku dan tepu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku merasa kangenelistik frantik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-4679600136713642459?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/4679600136713642459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/4679600136713642459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/09/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6520681999523304793</id><published>2007-09-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:39:07.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bEaUTiFuL GiRLs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/cIMvOAsxwB/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/cIMvOAsxwB/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it will never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal my little dick, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do you dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it started at the park ,used to chill after dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when you took my arm, that's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both thought, that love last forever&lt;br /&gt;They say we're to young, to get ourselves' sprung&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't care, we made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said, that we couldn't last together&lt;br /&gt;See it's very divine, you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind, you ought to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it will never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do you dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in 99, watching movies all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh when i went away for doing my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought, that we was gonna see each other&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out, mommy move me down south&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I was with my girl, who i though was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be, that she wasn't the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;see it's very divine, you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;but you mush up my mind, you ought to get declined&lt;br /&gt;oh lord my baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it will never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do you dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are fussing and now we are fighting&lt;br /&gt;please tell me why, i'm feeling slighted&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know, how to make it better&lt;br /&gt;your dating other guys, your telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;oh i can't believe what i'm seeing with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my mind, and i don't think it's clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it will never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do you dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal,suicidallll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-6520681999523304793?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6520681999523304793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6520681999523304793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-girls.html' title='bEaUTiFuL GiRLs'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-5651015086491953140</id><published>2007-08-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:42:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soRrY, BlaMe iT oN mE...-aKoN-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/keD-dgLDDCM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keD-dgLDDCM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as life goes on i’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;i realize everything i do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;so i want to take this time out to apologize for things i have done&lt;br /&gt;and things that have not occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;and the things they don’t want to take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the times i left you home&lt;br /&gt;i was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the times that i had to go&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the fact that i did not know&lt;br /&gt;that you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the times i would neglect&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the times i disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the wrong things that i’ve done&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry i’m not always there for my son&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the fact that i'm not aware&lt;br /&gt;that you can’t sleep at night when i am not there&lt;br /&gt;because i am in the streets like everyday&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the things that i did not say&lt;br /&gt;like how you are the best thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;and how i'm so proud to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;i understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;and i am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;all the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;if i can apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;then it’s just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;you can put the blame on me (4x)&lt;br /&gt;said you can put the blame on me (3x)&lt;br /&gt;you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the things that he put you through&lt;br /&gt;and all the times you didn’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;sorry that you had to go and sell those packs&lt;br /&gt;just trying to stay busy till you heard from dad&lt;br /&gt;and you would rather be home with all your kids&lt;br /&gt;as one big family with love and bliss&lt;br /&gt;and even though pops treated us like kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got a second wife and you didn’t agree&lt;br /&gt;he got up and left you there all alone&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that you had to do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that i went and added to your grief&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that your son was once a thief&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that i grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would’ve listened and not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry your life turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that the feds came and took me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that it took so long to see&lt;br /&gt;they were dead wrong trying to put it on me&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that it took so long to speak&lt;br /&gt;but i was on tour with gwen stefani&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for the hand that she was dealt&lt;br /&gt;for the embarrassment that she felt&lt;br /&gt;just a little young girl trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;her daddy should never let her out that young&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry for club zen getting shut down&lt;br /&gt;i hope they manage better next time around&lt;br /&gt;how was i to know she was underage&lt;br /&gt;in a 21 and older club they say&lt;br /&gt;why doesn’t anybody wanna take blame&lt;br /&gt;verizon backed out disgracing my name&lt;br /&gt;i’m just a singer trying to entertain&lt;br /&gt;because i love my fans i’ll take that blame&lt;br /&gt;even though the blame’s on you (3x)&lt;br /&gt;i’ll take that blame from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can put that blame on me (2x)&lt;br /&gt;you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;and you can put that blame on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-5651015086491953140?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5651015086491953140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5651015086491953140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-blame-it-on-me-akon.html' title='soRrY, BlaMe iT oN mE...-aKoN-'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-6190049253012061809</id><published>2007-08-17T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:01:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeN yOu'Re GoNe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/KGTatOKzhU/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/KGTatOKzhU/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="215" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old man in this clip really loves his wife a lot..damn..so sedih lah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-6190049253012061809?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6190049253012061809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/6190049253012061809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-youre-gone.html' title='wHeN yOu&apos;Re GoNe...'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-8100022934495633075</id><published>2007-07-19T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:08:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@!%*#~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya live your life like it's a comaSo won't you tell me why we'd wannaWith all the reasons you give it'sIt's kinda hard to believeBut who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stayMaybe we'd be better off without you anywayYou got a one way ticketOn your last chance rideGotta one way ticketTo your suicideGotta one way ticketAn there's no way out aliveAn all this crass communicationThat has left you in the coldIsn't much for consolationWhen you feel so weak and oldBut is home is where the heart isThen there's stories to be toldNo you don't need a doctorNo one else can heal your soulGot your mind in submissionGot your life on the lineBut nobody pulled the triggerThey just stepped asideThey be down by the waterWhile you watch 'em waving goodbyeThey be callin' in the morningThey be hangin' on the phoneThey be waiting for an answerWhen you know nobody's homeAnd when the bell's stopped ringingIt was nobody's fault but your ownThere were always ample warningsThere were always subtle signsAnd you would have seen it comin'But we gave you too much timeAnd when you said that no one's listeningWhy'd your best friend drop a dimeSometimes we get so tired of waitingFor a way to spend our timeAn "It's so easy" to be social"It's so easy" to be coolYeah it's easy to be hungryWhen you ain't got shit to loseAnd I wish that I could help youWith what you hope to findBut I'm still out here waitingWatching reruns of my lifeWhen you reach the point of breakingKnow it's gonna take some timeTo heal the broken memoriesThat another man would needJust to survive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-8100022934495633075?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8100022934495633075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/8100022934495633075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='@!%*#~!!'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-7033073097747060929</id><published>2007-07-17T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:01:15.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup ini bagai lampu lilin</title><content type='html'>bola itu bulat.&lt;br /&gt;tp apsal malaysia sayur?&lt;br /&gt;10 goals conceded in 2 matches.&lt;br /&gt;cih.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're not up yet for the asian challenge.&lt;br /&gt;tiger cup pon x lepas..&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is i am an ardent supporter of msian team.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to support the team.&lt;br /&gt;and manchester united.&lt;br /&gt;until the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise..who else?&lt;br /&gt;emmanuel adebayor? nelson mandela? optimus prime?&lt;br /&gt;"transform and roll out!"&lt;br /&gt;ceng ceng jengg trr trr butt bhoot thub thub keceburr klong.&lt;br /&gt;(sound effect transform jd kete)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much thing that i'd like to write about.&lt;br /&gt;tp malas kot.&lt;br /&gt;tah&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidup ibarat roda.&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 kat atas.&lt;br /&gt;hepi la kan,seronok.&lt;br /&gt;tp kadang2 boleh ke bawah.&lt;br /&gt;mase tu..&lt;br /&gt;sape yg ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-7033073097747060929?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/7033073097747060929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/7033073097747060929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/07/hidup-ini-bagai-lampu-lilin.html' title='hidup ini bagai lampu lilin'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-4644888164730672036</id><published>2007-05-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:33:52.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASUM 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ixtl6PptI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hjq0tBk8C-8/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143728383750809298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ixtl6PptI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hjq0tBk8C-8/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2IxSF6PpsI/AAAAAAAAABE/gsD4zMu1EzE/s1600-h/IMG_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143727911304406722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2IxSF6PpsI/AAAAAAAAABE/gsD4zMu1EzE/s400/IMG_2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, my cricket career has come to an end. For 12 years, i've been playing the game, and wonderfully enchanted by the sport itself. after all, it's a gentlemen's game ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my final farewell to the game wasn't ended with flying colours, though. we were beaten twice by UNITEN and UIA. as the home team, we failed to make it to the semifinal. my batting was quite disastrous, caught at the boundary line by Raj (i really thought it's gonna cross the line ah, cih :p) during the first game with UNITEN. and even worse got bowled out with 0 run the next day against UIA. damn. i got the 'DUCK'.hahahahah. never in my playing career got duck before. and i got it in my final game. ceh, what a story lah. nonetheless, we fielded superbly. we attacked the opponent with good bowlings. thanks to our spinners, pak lan and amir. unfortunately, due to our poor batting scores, they reached the target score easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still proud of our team. despite lack of training and experiences, we still managed to play happily as a team. of winning would be a bonus. especially to our coach Mr. Kushan. he's done a great job in coaching us. given more time, i believe we can improve better. we only had two practice matches before the tournament and they're definitely not enough for us. our key player also got MIA. in the last minute he suggested few names, but it's already too late. if he gave the names earlier then it'd be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most hardworking man in the team was Shankar. i'm really grateful to have him to assist me. experience wise, he should've been the captain. but he's really a great guy, letting me to grab the chance. thanks for everything bro! next year the captaincy task will definitely fall in ur arms ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd like to list down all the players names and jot down few things bout them. coz i really enjoyed playin with u guys. so bad that we've lost, but let's take it as a valuable lesson for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shankar - the vice captain, and the last minute wicket keeper. he he. u did well as a WK. we should've paired as the opening batsmen la. but then it's Mr Kushan decision to play u with Imran. thanks for all ur help throughout the games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) amir - or amir jambu as nipi called him :p.hahahhahah. archrival to shankar. hahaha ade jeee bende yg nk digaduhkan depa bedue nih. he's my roomate during the tournament. nice guy really he is. jgn jelesss aa mer. 3 org bebbb hahahahhahaha :D. i'll always remember his wicked and sinister laughs. taun depan ko batting betul2 weh. rugi mati awal2. the team needs u ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) paklan - our LEGEND. hahahahahhaaa. 26 runs during first game. took boundary with harbinder's bowl. got 4 or 5 wickets with his off spin. thanks for comin la bro. dunno what'll happen if u didn't come. like i said before, ur experiences are truly monumental and help the team a lot. sori la wehh aku makan kfc ngn fida malam tu. aku tatau dooooo. x plan pon. ko jugakk yg kate nk makan ngn nipi dulu. klu aku tau aku makan sorg2 jee hahahahhahaa :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) nipi - the choki-choki guy. true fan of benson's :p. our lead singer during the Malam persembahan..mmm u got to try harder boy. i noticed that u're getting more confident when batting, but still need more training kay. be a leg spinner! our team needs one. in time, i'm definitely sure u can bowl dangerously to the batsmen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) jawi- ooo ni paling kaya skali dlm team nih.hahahahaa.jd sukerelawan yee. hehe. i'm sorry that u've not given the chance to bowl. ur bowlings are good, but we had to try other option. besides, i'm aware that ur deliveries might go short at the middle of the pitch. that's why i didn't let u bowl. however, with more training i believe u can improve ur bowling line and u definitely has the quality to be the opening bowler :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) ben - the only first year student from eng. campus. clearly we're running out of players in usm.my batch got kuman, peja, paklan, boss, iqbal and daus. the next batch even better with pedot, karthik, jiwer and shauki. so ur task is to recruit more players next year. otherwise, we won't have a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) salman - hohohoohho old timer nih. hhee. thanks gak for playing this year. ur batting still good just like the old days. however ur bowl sucks man! hahaha. 30 plus runs in 4 overs aa? hehehe. like u said la, try be a spinner. i think that suits u well. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got the other 7 names to list down, but already sleepy lah. pendek kate, thanks laa kat 7 org tu. gobi, k-rek, fizi, imran gemuk, imran kurus, shahzad, amir lutut. thanks so much for playing.. and not forgetting my number one supporter kak ayu, tenkiuu22. thanks for comin to see the games. kuciwa laa x dpt masuk semi, x dpt la mc d :p. to jita, thanks gakk yee. pog dah swing kuat2 tp lari tak laju la.hahahhaha :D. to fida, makasih jd sukarelawan utk kriket ye. sian lak kene tgk game yg boring ni. hehe. masuk taun due nnt blaja rajin2 lagi ekk ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.tu je kot. dunno when the next entry will be. mebi i'm gonna be busy the next few days.or weeks.or months.haha.dunno lah. till then...caloo&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/38679648-4644888164730672036?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/4644888164730672036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/4644888164730672036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/05/masum-2007.html' title='MASUM 2007'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R2Ixtl6PptI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hjq0tBk8C-8/s72-c/IMG_2941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-3699641774324598777</id><published>2007-04-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:07:55.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kerje kerjee</title><content type='html'>today i met two old friends from usm. tengku n peja. to my surprise, peja hasn't changed at all. but now he drive a vios alright ;). this guy once influenced me a lot. or was it the other way around? hahaha. no matter lah, we both influenced each other. i remembered riding with his bike to classes. at that time his bike was like a Merc CLK to us. hehee. he's also gifted with music i think. it's soo easy to teach him playing guitar coz he'd learn fast. just now i thought him a song from Muse and he capable to play it beautifully.haha.peja2. next time i wanna pow ur vios lah :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while tengku seems to maintain himself. still 'botak' like the old days.hehee. but now he has a new sony ericson hpone. a positive progress la.hahaa. we chatted a lot. both peja n tengku told lots of stories bout their work. somehow i saw them quite happy with what they're doing now. but that's the purpose of four years studying in usm isn't it?. after graduate, go find job. gile ape tak bekerje?. somehow u have to work la kan. klu tak keje nk bg anak bini makan ape? pasir?batu? hahaha. tetibe aku rase takut plakkk nk mule bekerje.huhuhu.tah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiii i really thought i could write some more, but suddenly sooo sleepy lah. tomorrow got lots of things to do.hmm.. so i think that's all for tonite. tdo2. hehe. papaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-3699641774324598777?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3699641774324598777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3699641774324598777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/04/kerje-kerjee.html' title='kerje kerjee'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-7786854920064261724</id><published>2007-04-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:55:12.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cricket and its influence on me</title><content type='html'>there you go, a straight forward title.well cricket has been my favourite game for years. still, i'm dare not saying i'm a very good player. i'm just an average player i guess. hmm, let's look at my early history on this game called cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was on 1995 when i first entered SEMESTA. as a fresh junior, we all were attached with "abang angkat" which their primary duty was to look after us. some did well, but mostly served it as a school order. nevertheless, my abang angkat happened to be a cricker player for the school. at that time, my school dominated the east coast region by having lots of good players. musfazli, najib, sani, ace, afat, wan aizad, azwan to name a few. there were all very good and skillful players. so, i started to go to the field every evening just to watch them play. then i started to join their training along with my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 was my first try for MSSM. me and my friends were selected to represent Pahang and the tournament was held in KL. it was a great experience for me, as we were able to play against players from other states. the difference in skills and power was definitely huge. we were beaten easily by Kedah and then KL. but being our first experience, we took the loss in gaiety. then started in 1997, i got my first medal for MSSP. at that time our school was still a big force in the state. for 3 years in a row we're the champion of Pahang. but i missed some experience playing in Piala Perdana Menteri (PPM), which later called as HKSBP. i had to enter different compettition. but i never regret it, thanks teacher :). only in my final year, 1999 i had the opportunity to play in the HKSBP tournament but we came out as runner's up. we lost in the final to SMS Dungun. and that was my final game for high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u can see that i have a quite memorable experiences with this game. it's not that i'm a great cricket player, but it's just something that i grew fond to. actually i'm always a lousy player, even till now. my bowling is still not consistent and my batting is just average. maybe i'm a defensive type and the score was always low. but thank god, i've never imagine that i'll have the opportunity to play again in university. next month will be the second time i play for MASUM. still, lately i'm quite disturbed when someone told me not to play anymore. it's sad really, because it's the only thing that i'm actually good at. mind you, not everyone has the opportunity to play this game rite? it is also sad if that person doesn't really realize how improtant this thing to me and how i love the game so much.aii..there, there i begin to moan now.hehee. well, i think i just pray that i can participate in my last tournament. i don't know if i ever get the chance to play again after leaving the university. whatever it is, cricket is a great game ;) hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-7786854920064261724?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/7786854920064261724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/7786854920064261724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/04/cricket-and-its-influence-on-me.html' title='cricket and its influence on me'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-3548166139700445114</id><published>2007-04-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:38:29.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huha</title><content type='html'>last few days were the best moments in my life. i think so. why? humm that one i think i shall keep it to myself lah.he he he :p.one thing for sure, those moments were simply irreplacable. but i hope it will continue, for as long as i live :). howeverpong, last night wasn't quite good for me, particularly, and for all man u fans generally. damn it. we lost to pompey? pompwho? stomp those pompous arses, so to speak. hahhah. own goal from ferdinand. aiyaa. rai couldn't help himself from showing his pleasure for that result. hero kalah dulu la rai. ah ah ah.now the lead has been cut to 3 point. another loss for man u would be a fatal blow for the premiership hope.still, sir alex remains defiant, and believe his team still has what it takes to win the premiership.as well as the champions league.well, 2-1 defeat against roma.they have to play better for the second leg.otherwise.. well, u know;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la.gotta mark all these assignments.chioww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"glory glory man united~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-3548166139700445114?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3548166139700445114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/3548166139700445114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/04/huha.html' title='huha'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-5915865319361437844</id><published>2007-03-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:46:53.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb</title><content type='html'>uu wee uu laalala.jeng jejejengg greengg22. oh what the hell. just testing the availability of this account. i've already forgotten the password. guess i'll forget the url next. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, do i want to talk bout something?anything?for today?..nahh. this keyboard is too damn stupid already that makes it so difficult for me to type. so i think i'll type something with a better keyboard later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she fuckin hates mee~~yeaahh she fuckin hates mee lalalala~~ i tried too hard and she tore my feelin like i had none~~and ripped 'em awayy~~~teeneneewwuuu ewwwuwweowww~~~*&lt;br /&gt;-puddle of mudd-&lt;br /&gt;-she hates me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-5915865319361437844?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5915865319361437844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/5915865319361437844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/03/dumb.html' title='dumb'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-117232758086934174</id><published>2007-02-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:33:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope and faith</title><content type='html'>don't get confused.it's not about the tv series Hope and Faith. a story about two sisters whereby the younger sister is definitely drop dead gorgeous. huhu. i just happen to feel writing on this topic. why? maybe because i had put a high hope on something, and it's granted by God. i'm definitely happy. but, what if, my hope does not come true? what if, my undivided faith was for nothing? hmm.. i'd be really frustrated i guess. but everything happens for a reason. well, i should be really grateful that i got what i wanted so much today :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flu is getting better. huhu. i guess lot of sleeping help to ease my problem. no more wiping nose tonight.hehe.so i think i can try to do some work tonite. my data need to be finalized for the appendix. God, it's a tedious job. gta mentioned earlier that there is Malam Bintang in Main Campus tonite. maybe she's already went there and i can ask her about the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaii..suddenly i'm short of ideas la. td byk sgt nk tulis. huhuhu. xpe lah. till my fingers meet this new stolen from the school Dell's keyboard( haha) again, jyaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-117232758086934174?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117232758086934174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117232758086934174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope-and-faith.html' title='hope and faith'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-117230156747944748</id><published>2007-02-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:19:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu..demit</title><content type='html'>one thing i hate about this blogging is whenever i enter the publish post button and it doesn't really publish it. fuck off. i hate it so much. it's like all my efforts were lost effortlessly (fuck, does  the sentence makes any sense?) anyway, i've wrote something about my bowling game last few days with remy, ashraf n postol but it was not published due to the stupid dickhead motherfucker internet problem. before i start filling this entry with more vulgar words, let's just end the issue by saying that i broke my personal bowling record with 156 pinfalls.okeh.fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu..right...spell it loud..t.e.n.s.i.o.n = flu~!! way the go dick. can apply for the spelling bee compettition. naah..sounds different, but the meaning's the same. this whole day i'm struggling to wipe my nose. thanks to kak ayu, i have 2 large tissue boxes here with me. the soft white ones. otherwise i wouldn't know how to deal with my nose. this flu problem has already spurned my plan to go to ipoh today. shit la. otherwise i can makan2 free la kat ipoh. shit. now i can only lay myself on bed, wiping my nose. couldn't do a damn thing. it comes together with dizzy head. the best i can do is jot down this miserable entry right now. sheesh..a perfect weekend lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there goes my ipoh trip.demit. what the hell, i think i just rest myself in this cosy room. maybe practice some more songs. yeah, by the way, i completed learning the solo for an oasis song - the importance of being idle. it's a nice song, considering the fact that i am a fan of this band. hehe. but lately they haven't really came out with real good stuff. i guess it's all in the past. still they're still one of my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii couldn't stop wiping my nose. ok la, better go solat now. maybe i'll jot down few more things later. till then, papaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-117230156747944748?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117230156747944748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117230156747944748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/02/fludemit.html' title='flu..demit'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-117181834111535145</id><published>2007-02-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:05:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 2</title><content type='html'>i'm about to lay myself on bed actually.but i kinda thought i'd like to jot down few more things. u see, the thing is, i really don't see myself as a good writer or story teller. maybe it's because i'm lacking the capacity of constructing sentences using correct vocabulary. so, most of time, i couldn't deliver my message well, using sentences. it'll be like some sorta bragging, winding and pointless (exactly what i'm doing now..) huhu. nonetheless, i don't give a damn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what should i write about now?.. the previous entry, i did mention about displeasure and disappointment. hmm..still don't want to talk about it yet. or will never. because i realized that, everytime i brought up something, it'll be an endless issue. be it small or big thing, it'll end up just the same. so i becoming to feel that there's nothing really that i can do, and hope that things will get better. pretty blunt isn't it? naive some may say. but that's the situation.heh.oops. i beginning to reveal my displeasure and disappointment.hohoho trapped by my own conscience :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, enought 'bout that. maybe i'll write about the movie i just watched in HBO Channel. Ocean's Twelve. my sister said that the prequel, Ocean's Eleven is much more better. i didn't know that as i haven't watched both of them. so gotta find the first movie.hehe. The movie was good, but it's not too stylo lah when danny and his team beat the night fox by making the deal earlier with le marc. i saw it as cheating. or cheap win. or whatever u may call it. anyway, i'm still gonna find the eleven's later.cause i like brad pitt's movies :D :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost rider is out already. great trailers, but i hope so does the movie. gonna visit pitot and her newborn baby tomorrow with dongek n fahmi. and after that we may shoot to OU for the movie.heh.lost khairi already. that dude, fahmi and myself are the movies gang. we'd go to the cinemas, everytime new movies were released since we're in high schools.bet he'll watch movies with his wife from now on.huhu.well, that's life. i can never expect every single little things happen to please myself. he's already married, got somebody special in his life, somebody he wants to spend his time with and somebody he wants to share his whole life with. he's leading a new life, his own life, and i don't have the rights to intefere, rite? so we just move on with our life ;). it's not a big problem really. humm, sometimes i really think that i have to learn the facts 'bout life the hardest way. the truth usually hurts. but don't dwell on it. cause it will kills u.destroys u.make ur life miserable. so, don't let it be that way. we need to live our short lives happily. otherwise, u're making no sense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no...i starting to bebel again. so much for teh advice lah, diri sindri pon x betul :p. tah, kadang2 kongsi pengalaman boleh bantu org lain kot.indirectly.hmm ok la.gotta wake up early tomorrow.huhu.calos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-117181834111535145?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117181834111535145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117181834111535145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled-2.html' title='untitled 2'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-117179684026054917</id><published>2007-02-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:07:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday i went to khairi's wedding. yep, my dear buddy is married already. i went along with fahmi, apis, izzah and suprisingly the son of tan sri musa hassan, kid-day. i thought he's still in U.S., but he went there just for a while and now working in Malaysia. well it thought it was appropriate for him to attend khairi's wedding as we all haven't met for quite a while. the wedding was great. keri and his wife looked so happy. i wish they live happily ever after :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aiyak.i was certain i have something to write just now. something that reflects displeasure and disappointment. but, come to think again, it's not worth it. why make fuss over small matters? everything happens for a reason. i guess we just need to know how to adapt. hmm. yep, that's all ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-117179684026054917?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117179684026054917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/117179684026054917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38679648.post-116937296177893779</id><published>2007-01-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:50:30.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn! i lost my previous blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huhu, yes it's true. my blog which has the address &lt;a href="http://spentotajaib.blogspot.com"&gt;http://spentotajaib.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is gone. but not to worry, setting up a new blog just take a minute. but still the sentimental value attached to the blog is incomparable and irreplacable. sheesh. anyway, i'll try to move one with my new one, &lt;a href="http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com"&gt;http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. hehe. dunno what to write yet, but hope u all enjoy reading whatever it is in this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38679648-116937296177893779?l=stokinhikmat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/116937296177893779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38679648/posts/default/116937296177893779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stokinhikmat.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-i-lost-my-previous-blog.html' title='damn! i lost my previous blog'/><author><name>= e i z u a f =</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077412318463854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GLQ_WAL8MLY/R6_lFi3cx3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ssRBpgW2spQ/S220/united_7.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
