<?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-1783500999720120196</id><updated>2011-11-19T15:29:36.650+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakizashi</title><subtitle type='html'>I didn't want to admit it.  It was easier to lie.  Hide the hurt and emptiness to smile instead of cry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-4967031169115319958</id><published>2008-09-11T02:18:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:25:47.994+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahana Serdak Milo...</title><content type='html'>Nizhniy Novgorod, Sept. 10 - Pembunuh kejam, Kamil Analanal yang di buru polis sejak malam pembunhan Cik Tee kini sudah di kenalpasti terkena perangkap gam tikus di bilik 314. Ekoran sumpahan yang dikenakan ke atasnya oleh Wak Pauk, Kamil yang kini telah kesurupan menjadi tikus liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berikutan penangkapan Kamil, pihak polis memberitahu bahawa Kamil dijumpai melekat separuh badannya pada gam tikus cap "Rumah Bersih". Saksi, En. Syahir Tonggek berkata dia mendengar suara cicipan dari arah rumah Kamil semasa sedang asyik mengayuh basikal kapcai tiga rodanya pulang dari membeli pisang kaki untuk dibuat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sundae&lt;/span&gt;. En. Syahir Tonggek yang hanya berpuasa yak-yok amat terkejut mendengar cicipan tikus itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau seraya menjenguk kedalam rumah itu melalui tingkap. tambahannya, semasa mengintai ke dalam rumah itu, dia terlihat beberapa ekor tikus lain cuba membantu Kamil melepaskan diri, namun tidak berjaya. bahkan, ada seekor tikus ( yakni konco-konco Kamil) secara tidak sengaja telah terlekatkan ekornya sendiri pada gam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMgsMTDlLUI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5RD4AIDrmk/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMgsMTDlLUI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5RD4AIDrmk/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244490355858287938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semasa tikus konco 1 sedang ingin melepaskan ekornya dari gam, ia terlihat bayang-bayang (yakni En. Syahir Tonggek yang sedang mengintai), lalu menggigit ekornya sendiri bagaikan cicak. En. Syahir terus menelefon kepada pihak berkuasa atas penjeratan pembunuh kejam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas 5 minit aduan dibuat (yakni setelah selesai En. Syahir membuang sisa-sisa nasi goreng dari kedai Pak Syidan dari celah-celah gigi dan bibirnya) selepas 5 minit itu, polis pun tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proces menangkap Kamil amat melecehkan, dua polis yang cuba mengangkat Kamil dari gam pula secara tidak sengaja terlekat pada gam itu. En. Wawa yang muncul tiba-tiba berjaya menyelesaikan misteri perangkap gam itu ( menggunakan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gloves, hebat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Setibanya pembunuh di balai polis ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinkidapur' &lt;/span&gt;, pihak polis secara express telah menjatuhkan hukuman mati pada tikus sumpahan itu. Metod hukuman tidak dijelaskan secara terperinci atas dasar-dasar kerakusan melampau. ( cuma air panas dan beg plastik dijadikan sebagai alat hukuman). pada jam 2.30 pm waktu Nogorot, jenazah dikebumikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMgsMjhP2kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_TYEFjv8pZI/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMgsMjhP2kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_TYEFjv8pZI/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244490360277686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pihak polis kini telah menambah 3 lagi perangkap untuk menjerat konco-konco Kamil Analanal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sementara itu, di Kuxnya, pertarungan sengit antara Pot Nik ( dengan mambang tanahnya)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vs &lt;/span&gt;Wak Pauk (dengan jin toncetnya) masih lagi berlansung. Pengadil perlawanan, Hapis Salim Bachik mengatakan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;round  &lt;/span&gt;kedua sudah selesai, kini pusingan 3 akan diadakan. berikut adalah komen- komen pengamal ilmu luar tabi'e tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wak Pauk: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wak yakin pasti menang ni! setakat mambang lumpur tu, jin toncet wak bisa lagi   kuat. dulu, masa wak di tanah jawa, wak berguru bukan calang-calang. waduhh~ lihat! lebam- lebam jin wak ni. Toncet, kau jangan bisa sedih-sedih ya, kapan aku belikan lagi feveret tempe kau itu ya.. mesti menang ini!! &lt;/span&gt;(sambil menepuk-nepuk jinnya yang sedang menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot Nik: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawe takdop ape lagi doh nak kecek. dop kiro guano pong mesti mene jugok nih. tuu, cubo mung tengok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wani tu, gewe kawe tu, kalo kaloh la ni, malu kawe. takdop mane nk letok muke. mung ni pong satu lah mambang, guano mung bole biakan' jin trompet tu katok mung?! guano guano pong, mung mesti menang nih. kalo dop, melepaslah kawe ngan Wani tu, xdop rempah laie la rumah kito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pusingan ketiga menjanjikan kemenangan pada salah seorang petanding. namun, kata pengadil upahan, Hapis Salim Bachik, para penonton juga bole mengundi di laman ini untuk menentukan siapakah yang layak menang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu sahaja berita untuk hari ini, selamat berpuasa. berita lanjut akan disambung setelah keputusan undian di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comment &lt;/span&gt;dikira. sekian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-4967031169115319958?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/4967031169115319958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=4967031169115319958' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/4967031169115319958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/4967031169115319958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/bahana-serdak-milo.html' title='Bahana Serdak Milo...'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMgsMTDlLUI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5RD4AIDrmk/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-9129364919424106307</id><published>2008-09-10T02:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:24:24.598+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencarian Ahmad Kamil...</title><content type='html'>Nizhniy Novgorod, 9 Sept - berikutan kejadian pembunuhan kejam Cik Tee di bilik 313 tingkat 3, hotel mewah Perviy, pembunuh yang dikenalpasti sebagai Ahmad Kamil telah berjaya melarikan dirinya dari lokap tahanan. Polis yang masih curiga dengan modus operandi pembunuh untuk melepaskan diri telah berjumpa dengan bomoh Siam terkenal yang dikenali sebagai Pot Nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah menghulurkan beberapa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riya' &lt;/span&gt;(yakni bahasa K.L nya ringgit), Pot Nik bersetuju untuk membantu pihak polis menyelesaikan misteri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prison b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reak &lt;/span&gt;versi Kamil itu. Setelah diasap beberapa daun kemeyan dari Gunung Kembang Semangkuk dan seraya memanggil mambang tanah, mambang itu tadi berjaya mengesan bau Kamil. Namun, apa yang lebih menghairankan, mambang tadi berkata Kamil telah mendapat bantuan dari seorang lagi bomoh terkenal, Wak Pauk yang berasal dari tanah Jawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang polis yang pergi memburu Kamil di rumahnya mengatakan bahawa Kamil telah disumpah oleh Wak Pauk yang dulunya rakan sekelas Kamil, menjadi tikus. sumpahan itu diyakini disebabkan oleh kegagalan Kamil untuk menjelaskan hutang piutangnya kepada Wak Pauk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tadi, detektif terkenal, En. Wawa dilaporkan membantu polis dalam usaha mencari Kamil. Beberapa pendekatan bernas dilakukan untuk menangkap pelarian penjara itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHZdLq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/qIcx69cldbY/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHZdLq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/qIcx69cldbY/s320/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244119736258374530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHiOql-I/AAAAAAAAABk/9tZrIRGATeo/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHiOql-I/AAAAAAAAABk/9tZrIRGATeo/s320/DSC01067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244119738613405666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa kawasan strategik kini dilengkapi jerat turun temurun seperti gam tikus cap "Rumah Bersih" dan julap tikus yang dibeli di Kem tentera dibawah Hostel No. 5. kawasan yang dikenalpasti sebagai kawasan lepak Kamil; celah peti ais dan laci Milo telah dipasang perangkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHG73AUI/AAAAAAAAABU/_frszv4CG9M/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHG73AUI/AAAAAAAAABU/_frszv4CG9M/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244119731286769986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambang tanah milik Pot Nik kini sedang bertarung dengan Jin Toncet milik Wak Pauk dalam usaha menangkap suspek yang bersubahat itu. Pertarungan getir yang berlaku di Kuxnya Hotel Perviy masih berlangsung. Orang ramai yang pergi melihat, rata-ratanya menyokong Pot Nik termasuk Cik Wani Abas ( Chairmain of Babas Spices Co.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berita lanjut akan disambung pada malam esok, setelah selesai sembahyang Terawikh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-9129364919424106307?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/9129364919424106307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=9129364919424106307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/9129364919424106307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/9129364919424106307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/pencarian-ahmad-kamil.html' title='Pencarian Ahmad Kamil...'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMbbHZdLq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/qIcx69cldbY/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-8295043167736234286</id><published>2008-09-08T03:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:44:11.618+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misteri Pembunuhan Cik Tee.. (its dead! oh yeah its dead!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMQ8-pUeRcI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEf1plCp78k/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMQ8-pUeRcI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEf1plCp78k/s320/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243382913107379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizhniy Novgorod, Sept. 5 - Seekor anak tikus dijumpai mati katak di bilik 313 dalam keadaan ngeri. Anak tikus itu yang di beri nama Cik Tee di syaki mati akibat tersepit pada pintu bilik. Tuan tikus, Ahmad Kamil berkata Cik Tee sering kelihatan berkeliaran di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corner &lt;/span&gt;pintu beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMQ8SA69b9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/s6CYXivr2EI/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMQ8SA69b9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/s6CYXivr2EI/s320/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243382146348707794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamil yang begitu kesal dengan kematian anak tikus itu bersumpah akan menuntut bela atas kematian mangsa. beberapa suspek disyaki menjadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mastermind &lt;/span&gt;dalam kes pembunuhan kejam itu. Pauk ( nama sebenar Pait) yang juga seorang pembantu kanan Ahmad Kamil, mengerahkan pihak atasan agar mengeluarkan waran tangkap kepada tertuduh, En. Arep Sudin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tertuduh yang menafikan dakwaan tersebut ingkar untuk memberikan DNA beliau kepada pihak atasan. Katanya, dia kesal dengan tindakan pihak atasan yang secara diam-diam mencuri rambut beliau dari kain tuala mandinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalam berlaku satu pertelingkahan antara tertuduh dan yang menuduh. semasa rancak pertingkaran lidah sehingga menggamatkan suasana tingkat 3 itu, muncul wira penyelamat - En. Wawa. kedatangan beliau akhirnya berjaya menamatkan pertikaman lidah kedua-dua belah pihak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keputusan uji kaji di tempat kejadian ( bilik 313) berjaya membuktikan bahawa En. Arep Sudin tidak bersalah. namun, apa yang menggemparkan ialah pembunuh sebenar tikus kecil itu, iaitu En. kamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pembunuh di bawa ke tempat perundingan dan apabila di tanya tentang motif pembunuhan, dengan tanpa segan silu dia menerangkan bahawa Cik Tee terlalu rakus. Pada malam kejadian, En. kamil mendapati bahawa bungkusan Horlick dan Milo nya dibocori oleh Cik Tee. Disebabkan perasan amarah, dia hilang kawalan diri dan sanggup mengumpan tikus belaan nya itu ke sisi pintu lalu mengepit mangsa tanpa belas kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangsa yang baru berumur belasan hari itu mati di tempat kejadian sambil meninggalkan wasiatnya ( najis busuk).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-8295043167736234286?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/8295043167736234286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=8295043167736234286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8295043167736234286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8295043167736234286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/misteri-pembunuhan-cik-tee-its-dead-oh.html' title='Misteri Pembunuhan Cik Tee.. (its dead! oh yeah its dead!)'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SMQ8-pUeRcI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEf1plCp78k/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-4912043797457284887</id><published>2008-09-07T06:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:23:07.785+07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess the song...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Saigo no kisu wa&lt;br /&gt; Tabako no flavor ga shita&lt;br /&gt; Nigakute setsunai kaori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ashita no imagoro niwa&lt;br /&gt; Anata wa doki ni irun darou&lt;br /&gt; Dare wo omotterun darou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be my love&lt;br /&gt; Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo&lt;br /&gt; I'll remember to love&lt;br /&gt; You taught me how&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt; Ima wa mada kanashii love song&lt;br /&gt; Atarashii uta utaeru made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tachidomaru jikan ga&lt;br /&gt; Ugokidasou to shiteru&lt;br /&gt; Wasuretakunai koto bakari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ashita no imagoro niwa&lt;br /&gt; Watashi wa kitto naiteru&lt;br /&gt; Anata wo omotterun darou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You will always be inside my heart&lt;br /&gt; Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara&lt;br /&gt; I hope that I have a place in your heart too&lt;br /&gt; Now and forever you are still the one&lt;br /&gt; Ima wa mada kanashii love song&lt;br /&gt; Atarashii uta utaeru made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be my love&lt;br /&gt; Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo&lt;br /&gt; I'll remember to love&lt;br /&gt; You taught me how&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt; Mada kanashii love song&lt;br /&gt; Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for u...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-4912043797457284887?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/4912043797457284887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=4912043797457284887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/4912043797457284887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/4912043797457284887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-song.html' title='guess the song...=)'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-8872573570490702261</id><published>2008-09-06T04:27:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:42:10.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty in meaninglessness</title><content type='html'>from dawn till now have i seek the real, clear to reason for the true point of life. for long have i thought, i once believe that life has no meaning, it is just the humanity want to maintain its sanity by inventing the meaning of life. neither question nor answer can i fathom. but then one great thing crossed my mind - to live is to be beauty in meaninglessness-  thats what came to my mind when i was busy struggling to find my own meaning.. to continue existence  without any clear goal to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, are we aiming to pursue happiness? how can i describe happiness? is it a childish imagination of vanity and infatuation? i like using these words, its the only word how i can describe happiness. from my perspective, humanity only have suffering and guilty. happiness doesn't exist originally, its  a feeling or more like our desire to imagine the aftermath of excruciation. how could i dare to say to live is to be happy when happiness only came after suffering. to live in happiness alone is impossible because of the equilibrium with suffering.  and so, the main reason to live is not to be happy. it is still the ultimate question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe to live is to be in balance, to exist in equilibrium. as the yin yang has shown and most people believe. if we agree the meaning of life is to stay persist in existence  by the law of equilibrium, then we are all agree that we live in a circle, because equilibrium is a system which is attained between acting forces in this world, just like our solar system for example. i still remember in our Philosophy class, we learned about dualism by Rene Descartes. the dualism concept is the same as in equilibrium, to balance and control each acting forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i believe in Oneness concept. i believe we live to fulfill the responsibility to the God who created us. i try to read and understand the instruction manual, the Quran. for decades have i stood in this world, i have seen how much the Quran guide our people, our humanity. i try then to imagine how will this world be without religion, only inauspicious tragedy came to my mind and then humanity will get outrage and all what we expect was the meaning of life; equilibrium, balance and happiness will vanish and so the humanity. and so, whatever angle or any spectrum we try to find the answer of the reason to live, it will all go crumble if we opt out the religion as the  prime mover of our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is my own philosophy. its much like myself, as to be created. nobody can determine it. thats the meaning of life, whatever meaning i want to give it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-8872573570490702261?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/8872573570490702261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=8872573570490702261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8872573570490702261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8872573570490702261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-in-meaninglessness.html' title='beauty in meaninglessness'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-3760789316971707227</id><published>2008-09-05T04:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:15:24.692+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real colour of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please gaze on the "a painted life" chapter before you read this..  to understand which is real feeling and which is hypocritical statement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but my love, i will never give up. no matter how much longer will it take. though, the longing is great, but memories of u i can rely.or is it just me trying to convince my heart? what my soul want is different. the surreal moment seems lively. what do we feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothingness. that the feeling i get now. to know everything i knew was just the thing i shouldn't know, make me realize all I've known till now was just nothing. to live was my inspiration but now to leave everything might just be the right amount of vanity i can pursue. me, the aficionado of your memory want to psyche u up to know where can we go but all was just a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not now, the past has spoken and tomorrow might be just late. what are we waiting? we hurt and love each other, but that was not the case. why should i care? we was so alone together. all the truth, joy and dream were merely social desire and wings to try to reach the sky. the clarity of you seems vivid to my eyes, but not clear to this soul. to take it as inauspicious will give rise to hatred, or is it just unpleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;bring me sadness and i shall give a flower, a green rose that never be seen in the world to just know they are only in paradise. the same i will take for the ache i brought. this pain was not real. this time is the last, i will draw my soul in the canvas of your dream. the colour will be our past. as the future will only be in black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-3760789316971707227?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/3760789316971707227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=3760789316971707227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/3760789316971707227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/3760789316971707227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-colour-of-life.html' title='the real colour of life...'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-6670396057030879985</id><published>2008-08-30T06:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:35:51.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a painted life...</title><content type='html'>its quiet tonight,&lt;br /&gt;slowly the raindrops filter through the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;on which the gentle breeze sweetens,&lt;br /&gt;releasing fragrances,&lt;br /&gt;watching the moon in and out of the&lt;br /&gt;white cotton clouds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the night i wish i am with the one i love, to hold her silently and breathe gently. but no, this is not going to happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; hurt her so much and yet, i feel no guilty. what is this feeling? is it a childish infatuation or a brief moment of vanity?. for months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; thought about this, but no clear suggestion ever came to mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i sit alone, i can feel her by my side, when i hark back to what happened, her adorable face appears in my sight. i have plenty of sweet memory with her, a collection that will never i dare to forsake. &lt;p&gt;this is the 3rd time i tried to win her heart back, and i promised her that this will be the time it will last. i begged her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bury&lt;/span&gt; all the back and past as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned through all the fight and separation that happiness depends on having her. all i am, i put in her hands. the path is clear, i have no other door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;simply, she replied " it needs more than words to make it real". i completely understood her proud statement, as i am the one who should kick my own stubborn ass and ask myself to zap back to reality. not only i feel no guilty, even more, i am being selfish. i still think that i deserve her, because i spend all the day thinking and through the night dreaming about her. but yes, all the thinking and dreaming wont work in this simple, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt; and materialistic reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-6670396057030879985?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/6670396057030879985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=6670396057030879985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/6670396057030879985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/6670396057030879985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/09/painted-life.html' title='a painted life...'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-7263908615072806134</id><published>2008-08-21T15:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:32:06.852+07:00</updated><title type='text'>psychopath?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"train to rawang will be arriving at platform no. 6"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;perghh! penat aku lari nk kejar tren td, last2 penuh. terpaksalah aku tggu tren yang lain. aku pun terus carik bench nak duduk. sedang aku mencari posisi kedudukan paling selesa, ako terdengar " dah2.. kau blah la" aku fikir luahan itu untuk aku. bila aku pusing jer kepala, owh, aku lihat seorang lelaki mengusir pak cik tua ni (susa aku mau describe). pak cik tu buat tak endah dan kemudian datang pula dekat aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;seperti masyarakat malaysia yang lain, aku cuba untuk jadi peramah. aku ukir senyuman lalu memandang wajah pak cik td. terkejutnya aku bila aku menoleh memandang muka pak cik tadi, mukanya kelihatan normal, cuma mungkin cara dia berpakaian dan beg plastik yang dipeluknya agak memelikkan. kalau sticker 'P' orang tampal di cermin kereta, pak cik td pula tampal 'P' dekat baju sendiri. aku pun tak pasti kenapa dia tampal kat naju sendiri, mungkin dia takut kereta langgar die kot. tiba2 dia bertanya pd aku " ekau dah konci roban ayam den blom?" lantas fikiran aku berkata , orang gila ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;aku cuba berlagak macho, membiarkan dia duduk di sebelah aku. soalannya td belum dpt aku jawab ( aku takde reban ayam weyh). beberapa saat lepas tu, die tersengih hingga menampakkan gigi2 rongaknya memandang aku, " ekau tau tujuan idop tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ini pertama kali dlm 21 tahun aku hidup di fatamorgana ni ada org bertanya pd aku soalan sebegitu. aku tidak dpt menjawab, lalu aku tersenyum bersahaja pd pak cik tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"tujuan idop adalah untuk BANGUN!" jerit pak cik td lalu bangun dari bench td, dan terus blah.. aku dan org lain disekeliling yang mendengar tersengih, malah ada yang tergelak  melihat gelagat pak cik gila tu. aku sendiri tak pasti dia samada dia sememangnya menjerit BANGUN! kerana mmg itu tujuan hidup dia atau dia sememangnya ingin bangun dari kerusi duduknya dan chow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sedang aku tersenyum, tren pun sampai. bertuahnya aku, tren tu kosong. aku duduk dan berfikir.. "btol jugak ckp pak cik td, aku sendri pon x tau tujuan idop aku" aku terfikir akan perkataan "bangun" yang dijerit pak cik td. aku cuba mentafsir maksud bangun. pelbagai andaian dan tafsiran yang aku cuba huraikan, namun aku masih blurred dgn "bangun". apakah bangun itu bermaksud cuba berdiri semula selepas jatuh? (semantic) atau tegak dan menyedari kedudukan dan kehadiran diri dan org lain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku pun hampir gila memikirkan kata2 pak cik td.. yang paling penting, aku mahu mencari tujuan hidup aku dan kehadiran aku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sekian....&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-7263908615072806134?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/7263908615072806134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=7263908615072806134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/7263908615072806134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/7263908615072806134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/08/psychopath.html' title='psychopath?'/><author><name>Mr . Wajdi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04313707510738272636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5rh3KUn4g/SME8kus1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdNJu5qHfLI/S220/121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783500999720120196.post-8410852032170503225</id><published>2008-08-06T19:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:19:59.119+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha~</title><content type='html'>the real reason why i start this blog is bcoz evryone has their own blog.. hehe. i'll try my best to always update this blog.. im still in Malaysia n using dial-up connection, so it sux! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;==" phew.. its hard to start blogging.. i've been thinking for half an hour n still have no idea what to post.. i'll juz stop rite here for now.. chalo0O...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783500999720120196-8410852032170503225?l=wakizashi87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/feeds/8410852032170503225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783500999720120196&amp;postID=8410852032170503225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8410852032170503225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783500999720120196/posts/default/8410852032170503225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakizashi87.blogspot.com/2008/08/aloha.html' title='Aloha~'/><author><name>Mr . 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